The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1893-03-08
@That wOman@
aIs DR.. Seabury's assassin"

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revelation Of Gains positive recognition
of the woman had overwhelmed me.
"Well, as I said," remarked Cain, "I
saw her strike the blow, and the light
went out"
aWhat did you do?" faltered.
aFor two minutes I struggled with the
man who had seized me. Afterwards I
realized that he thought only Of getting
rid of me, to hurry into the darkened
room. Just then I supposed he was some
detective bent on arresting me. 1t must
have been fully two minutes before we
stopped struggling and wrestling. Then
his quick, agonized remark: oh,
heavens! her hand, her hand!' and his
fixed stare within the darkened room,
told me that he thought little Of me
that his attention, his very soul, was
conferred on the tragedy he had just seen
enacted"
aAnd then?"
aHe dashed into the roon."
sAnd you?"
Thought Of fight. grew curious,
stepped also into the room, and relit the
lamp"
"The woman?" gasped, painfully.
"Had disappeared"
1Did you search for her?"
@Why should I? I drew back and
watched the scene. The man I had
struggled with was, Of course, Theodore
Parker"
~Yes, Theodore Seabury, the Doctors
son."
II saw at once that he was agitated by
the profoundest emotion. He bent over
the dead man, for he was dead. He
wrung his hands, he wept; he seemed
about to hasten after the assassin, to
arouse the house, and then paused with
q hollow, hopeless remark"
eWhat was it?"
II remember it distinctly. It was:
He has died misjudging me; she has
killed him One will have to suffer for
it. My wife, my father. Oh! why was
this cruel deed committed?'
"Did he speak to you?"
"Instantly. As he saw me he started,
wondered, looked dismayed, and then
remembered the scene on the portico.
"sWho are you" he demanded.
ga burglar answered boldly.
"sYou witnessed this deed?'
ayes
HE seemed to reflect, to put this and
that together, and then he said, in
harsh, constrained voice:
a'Man, you will get in trouble If you
ever allude to what you have seen. No
one must ever know the truth about this
affair. If you will aid me to throw jus.
tice of the right track, will pay you
ten thousand dollars"
sand you agreed?" asked breath.
lessly.
sYea
aAnd he-young Seabury?"
ale reflected and then acted"
sHow?"
awe removed the body to bed"
aWhat then?"
ave placed him in natural position.
Then the young man found phial in
desk, and poured some OF its contents
down the dead mans throat, fixed the
phial in the dead mans hand and we,
left. Only he said one word in e1plana.
tion."
aWhat was it?"
Suicide"
Twas more depressed than ever. The
clear, concise statement Of Cain seemed
true in every particular.
More, it admitted Of proof, for Theo-
dore Seabury's false story fitted to 1t in
way.
To shield the woman he loved, his
wife, no had deceived me, exhibited an
iron nerve and rare powers of dissimula-
tion, and had bribed the burglar to 81
lence.
SWhere did you go thon?" asked.
ITO the street. Holdl In the room
where tho crime was committed found
the creese."
@The one first saw in your roomP"
ayes"
aWas it tho instrument Of death?"
ri thought so at the time. l even
showed it to Parker, or young Seabury,
as you call him. I told him I would
keep 1t until the money was paid to me.
Later"
@Yes, later?" I queried, eagerly.
II knew that it could not be the fatal
weapon"
sand why not9"
because It had no blood.stains on it.
show DO you account for its being
there, them"
"pr: seabury probably drew it to de-
fend himself"
SAnd the real weapon?"
sThe assassin carried away with her"
Worse and worse! Every new devel
opment shut in the beautiful Leonort
more and more closely to her doom.
"Have you seen Parker since?" asked
sNo"
"Why not?"
II was to wait for q month for the
money"
"That was the agreement"
"Yes; he said he did not have 1t them
I am not a rich man. had some
means. l say tf::c because, just then, a:
l veritably went mad for the moment,
all my actions hinged on the means ]
could command.
Yes. l went mad momentarilv. Pru.
dence, Judgment, right even, were lost
in an absorbing impulse.
Leonore, beautiful Leonore, was a
murderess!
l doubted 1t no longer.
I saw her dragged to the common jail
by rude hands-her rare beauty Knocked
at, stared at by unfeelng idlers in the
great courtroom Of justice.
saw the law blind to circumstance or
palliating motive.
She had, indeed, killed her guardian,
but in a moment Of inSanitY-an inssn-