The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-05-22
CHAPTER XVII.

Potter was the first TO recover himself
from the amazement excited by this
strange and terrible incident. He had
fingered a little outside the doorway, but
though unseen had witnessed Hetheridge's
fall He dashed into the room, and lifting
Hetheridge from the floor, set him in a
chair. an with one vigorous effort burst
the insensible mans collar. The head rolled
round and fell upon the breast in "a CHASTITY
semblance of death.
George stood as If rooted to the floor. In
the one instant for which Hetheridge's
glance Of Mortified recognition had en-
dured, be read the confirmation of Dom's
suspicious. The truth spraug upon him like
flash of lightning
Hetheridge who had not seen him since he
was the merest STRIPPING, had been led by
that remarkable likeness which existed be-
tween himself and his father, into the delu-
sion that his victim had returned from the
grave to reproach him with his crime. The
belief shot through his soul IN a mere in
slant OF time, but from that moment doubt
was impossible. Suspicion ended there. He
knew.
For Gods sake, matey!" cried Potter,
lend hand here. DON'T let the man die
before your eyes. Ring the BELL"
George awoke from his stupor and obeyed.
The manservant came briskly in and stood
appalled, at the spectacle which greeted him.
In his headlong fall, Hetheridge had re-
ceived q cut upon the forehead and the
blood from this slight wound trickled
down a face awtully distorted and of a
blush pallor.
Your master has had paralytio stroke, ="
said George. ''Send at once for a doctor. Is
there one near at haud?'
There are two or three close by, the
man responded, staring and trembling,
Run, man, rum" commanded George.
Don't lose a second"
The man with backward glance sped
away and rushed hatless into the storm.
The bowling of the wind, the lashing of the
rain against the uncurtained windows, the
repeated thunder, and the vivid flashes OF
the lightning seemed a part of his own emo
tons to Redwood. Otherwise he was
scarcely conscious OF them and yet they
added TO the tumult of his mind.
Potter held his helpless head in both
hands, and George having first sprinkled
| Hetheridge's face wiped away the thin
| trucking stream of blood which disfigured
it, and strove to force a little brandy
through the clenched teeth. Many a time
| afterward in recalling the scene to memory,
he was conscious OF a crawling repugnance
! TO himself for having so much as touched
| his fathers murderer, but in the excitement
| Of the time he felt nothing of this.
| Lucky We came in time to see him
| drop said Potter. HE might have laid
| mere LOT hours II we nAdn I cnanced TO come
| in at the minute. He's breathing" he
added by and by. land his hearts beating,
| but that's about all you can say for him"
| The slow minutes crept along, but not
many had passed by when the manservant
came tearing back, soaked to the skin, his
wet hair matted on his forehead. The doc,
| tor he had summoned followed close upon hi:
heels and after a brief examination ordered
the unconscious figure 10 be borne upstairs
| The manservant standing to watch the doc
| tors preliminary observation had left a pool
| of water on the floor, and when Hetheridge
was carried away the patch on the carpet
deepening and Frightening its red color
looked suggestive of a tragedy.
Potter lent a hand in removing the pa.
tient, and on his return found Redwood
alone seated with his face hidden in hi,
hands and trembling like man in al agut
| fit.
Come, Master George, pull yourself to,
gether bit. said Sam, shaking him gently
by the shoulder. at was a shockin' thing tC
sse, and that there's no contradictin', bui
there's no need TO take on like this"
You don't understand, SAM moanec
! Redwood, you don't und 9rstand."
"W hat don't ! underestimate Sam asked.