The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1894-06-29


the clew to the matter would not speak.
This person was Mrs. Forsythe 1t is en-
tirely outside the scope OF this simple
statement Of facts to enter into de-
scription either Of the character or the
life Of this corrupt and pnprincipled
woman. Some time we shall know the
whole truth. Already enough is known
to make us hold our breath with Won
der and horror. This woman led two
lives. In one life she was the model Of
reSpectability and virtue. In the other
she had no scruples and no decency. The
mystery is how she was able so long to
hide the fact that she played this dual
role from the keen and suspicious glance
Of society. The reason can alone be found
in her extraordinary ability and cum
ming This woman was paragon OF de-
ceit and duplicity. There can no longer
be any doubt that poor Forsythe was de-
ceived even as to her purity. Miss Ste
venson is her own daughter, and the
people who brought her up told one
truth when they said that they had al
ways been paid large sums for the
child's board, though the fact that this
money was paid Leander Dye, or that he
even knew them before the necessities
Of the conspiracy brought these precious
people together, is entirely improbable.
Mrs, Forsythe alone knew Of her
brothers. connection with Leander Dye.
She alcno knew that Mr. Dye had been
with him on the day Of his disappear
ance. She alone suspected the truth.
The use which she made Of these sus-
picions has already been placed before
you. After years Of secret hate and fear
and bitterness, when the wretched Dye,
i'll moment Of frenzy at the thought
OF his own degradation, dared to strike
the blow that rid him forever Of his un-
scTupulous master, he fell at once by
virtue Of this very deed under the tyran-
ny Of a still sterner hand. From being
tool i'll the grasp Of the man he be-
came tool in the grasp Of the woman,
and the woman was less lenient than
the man.
I'm private room on the second floor
Of the Forsythe mansion, Oh Livingston
street, on the Both day d January last,
the unfortunate child, who for the pre-
vious two weeks had been known to the
household as Mrs Forsythe' niece, took
ether and submitted to be operated upon
with q cold steel chisel and a redhot
curling iron. Mr.. Dye, who assisted at
that operation, was Frustrated by the
effects for days. No moro need be said
for the fortitude and strength of pur-
pose Of the woman who played the dual
role Of saint and sinner.
''On the lst Of June Leander Dye,
after placing his valuable knowledge Of
the facts in relation to the real Ethel
FoSythe III the hands Of the authori-
ties, died ut the city hospital Immedi-
ately following his confession the body
of man, which was recognized from
some papers In y pocket to be that Of
FeliX Rosepfel, the Jew, was found en-
tangled In the piles beneath the win
dows Of the house at 20 BallaYoine
place.
"On the Sd Of June the executors Of
the Forsythe will, with the full lnowl.
edge and agreement of the representa-
tives Of the charitable Institutions,
which would otherwise have profted by
the legacy, drew up the papers that will
make over, legally and formally, that
portion Of the Forsythe estate remain
ing in their hands to Ethel Forsythe,
now Mrs. Julian Maxey, and her heirs
and assigns forever.
The lawyers voice ceased abruptly,
and there was silence in the room.
The river glistened in the sun. The
summer wind rustled the curtains ut
the windows
Miss Maxey smiled
The artist looked in q grave, wistful
way at his wife.
4. As for Mrs. Maxcy, there was q bright
light in her wonderful eyes.
AS MaXey went through the narrow
passage between the two rooms he mes
his wife for the first time alone since
the reading Of the lawyers document
By the light Of the gas jet he could
see her bright eyes shining through the
tears and fevorish glow rising into her
beautiful cheeks. She threw her arms
about him In long and silent embrace
She spoke, but she did not lift her head
from its resting place on his shoulder:
Dearest husband, it is all yours
For your sake it is the greatest Joy Of
my life"
"Well," said Maxey, why should
you cry about it, then:"
"Oh, my dearest husband, l don't
Know, but ! can't help it. "
Neither can !, said Maxey. Deuce
take it, believe am as big baby us
you arep'
At the very moment when Maxcy
gave way to tears DR.. Lamar sat with
grim, contemptuous expression about
his lips at his desk, his dry eyes fixed
upon o stained and almost illegible Bit
Of writing before him, the reading Of
which he had just finished The letter
read:
My DEAR EUSTACE-If you but knew how
your cruel words when last saw you have
tortured me since, you would-oh, l know you
would-have forborno to utter them. There
has not been day nor an hour In my lonely
exio since when they have not been with me
Oh, Eustace, did love you, and you have sc
cruelty misunderstood me! Are you blind? Car
you not see that II was for your sake, for yours
alone, not mino, that fought out that wretch
ed fight for q futurop What could do2 Tn.
fortunato speculatlons and unwise manage
ment had ruined mine. / know how proud
nnd ambitious your mother was. 1t seemed 81
easy TO retrieve it oil bya simple plot which
would harm nobody, because they could moi
know that they were robbed. Besides whs'
are people like these to you and meI For youl
sake | would have gone through ten time!
worse and fought thousand times more des
perato battle than this rather than have had
you speak TO me US you spoke TO me that nigh
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