Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-06-20


 ards wife on watch and sentry at the door, went back to Waring's bed side, where Samlay tossing in burning fever, murmured his few words of eau ton to Pierce and Ferry, then hastened back to where poor Doyle was gasping in agony of mind and body, clinging to the hand of the gentle soldier of the cross, gazing piteously into his father confessor's eyes, drinking in his words of exhorta tion, yet unable to make ar ticulate reply. The flames had done their cruel work. Only in desperate pain could he speak again.
 It was nearly dark when Mrs. Cram came driving back to barracks, bring ing Mir. Reynolds with her. Her eyes were dilated, her checks flushed with excitement, as she sprang from the low phaeton, and, with a murmured Come to me as soon as you can" to her hus- band, she sped away up the stairs, l leaving him to receive and entertain her passenger.
 | "I too, went to see Mime. Lascelles late this afternoon,' said Reynolds. 'I 1 wished to show her this"
 It was copy of dispatch to the chief of police of New Orleans. It stated in effect that Philippe Lascelles had not been seen or heard of around Key West for over two weeks. It was believed that he had gone to Havana. | "Can you get word of this to our friend the detective?'' asked Cram. , ''I have wired already. He has gone to Georgia. What hoped to do was 1 to note the effect of this on Mime. Lascelles; but she was too i'll to see me. Luckily, Mrs. Cram was there, and sent it up to her. She will tell you. Now I have to see Braxton."
 And then came a messenger to ask Cram to join the doctor at Doyle's quarters at once; so he scurried up- stairs to see Nell first and learn her tidings.
 "Did I not tell you?" she exclaimed, as he entered the parlor. Philippe Lascelles was here that very night, and had been seen with his brother at the office on Royal street twice before this thing happened, and they had trouble about money. Oh, made her under stand. I appealed to her as woman to do what she could to right Mir. War ing, who was so generally believed to be the guilty man. told her we had detectives tracing Philippe and would soon find how and when he reached New Orleans. Finally I showed her the dispatch that Mir. Reynolds l sent up, and at last she broke down, burst into tears, and said she, too, had learned since the inquest that Philippe was with her husband, and probably was the stranger referred to, that aw- ] full night. She even suspected it at the time, for she knew he came not to i borrow but to demand money that was rightfully his, and also certain papers that Armand held and that now were gone. It was she who told me of Phil ippe's having been seen with Armand at the office, but she declared she could not believe that he would kill her hus- band. pointed out the fact that Ar mand had fired two shots from his pis- tol, apparently, and that no bullet marks had been found in the room where the quarrel took place, and that if his shots had taken effect on his antagonist he simply could not have been Waring, for though Warlng had been bruised and beaten about the head, the doctor said there was no sign of bullet mark about him anywhere. She recognized the truth of this, but still she said she believed that there was a quarrel or was to be quarrel between her husband and MT. Waring. Otherwise I believe her throughout. l believe that, no matter what romance there was about nursing Philippe and his falling in love with her, she did not encourage him, did not call him here again, was true to her old husband. She is simply possessed with the idea that the quarrel which killed her hus- band was between himself and MT.
 airing, and that it occurred after
 Philippe had got his money and papers, and gone"
 "W-e-e-ll, Philippe will have heap
 to explain when he is found," was
 Grams reply. "Now have got to go tc
 Doyle's. He is making some confession
 expect, to the priest.''
 But Cram never dreamed for an in
 stant what that was to be.
 That night poor Doyle's spirit took
 its flight, and the story of misery he had to tell, partly by scrawling with 6
 pencil, partly by gesture in reply to question, partly in painfully-gaspeG sentences, few words at a time, wa: practically this: Lascelles and his party did indeed leave him at the Pel ican when he was so drunk he only vaguely knew what was going on ol | what had happened in the bar-roon where they were drinking, but his wife had told him the whole story. Las celles wanted more drink-champagne . the bartender wanted to close up ! They bought several bottles, however } and had them put in the cab, and Las celles was gay and singing, and, in , stead of going directly home, insisted on stopping to make call on the lad. who occupied the upper floor of th' house Doyle rented on the levee 5 Doyle rarely saw her, but she some - times wrote to Lascelles and go
 Bridget to take the letters to him She was setting her cap for the olC
 Frenchman. "We called her Mrs t Dawson" The cabman drove yer,
 slowly through the storm as Doyl }. walked home along with Bridget an,
 some man who was helping, and whe1 s they reached the gate there was tn is cab and Waring in it. The cab-drive