Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1894-06-05

of the conspiracy brought these precious
people together, is entirely improbable.
Mrs. Forsythe alone knew of her
brothers connection with Leander Dye.
She alone 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,
in a moment of frenzy at the thought
of his own degradation, dared to striks
the blow that rid him forever of his un-
scrupulous master, he fell at once by
virtue of this very deed under the tyran'
ny of still sterner hand. From being
a tool in the grasp of the man he be-
came tool in the grasp of the woman,
and the woman was less lenient than
the man.
In private room on the second floor
of the Forsythe mansion, on Livingston
street, on the 30th day of January last,
the unfortunate child, who for the pre-
viouS two weeks had been known to the
household as Mrs. Forsythe' S niece, took
ether and submitted to be operated upon
with q cold steel chisel and redhot
curling iron. Mr.. Dye, who assisted at
that operation, was Frustrated by the
effects for days. No more need be said
for the fortitude and strength of pur-
pose of the woman who played the dual
role of saint and sinner.
ION the 1st of June Leander Dye,
after placing his valuable knowledge Of
the facts in relation to the real Ethel
Forsythc in the hands of the authori-
ties, died at the city hospital. Immedi-
ately following his confession the body
of man, which was recognized from
some papers in Il pocket to be that of
Felix Rosenfel. the Jew, was found en-
tangled il the piles beneath the Win
dows OF the house at 20 Ballavoine
place.
ION the Sd of June the executors OF
the Forsythe will, with the full knowl-
edge and agreement of the representa-
tives of the charitable institutions,
which would otherwise have profited 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 rustlcd the curtains at
the windows.
Miss MaXCy smiled.
The artist looked in grave, wistful
way at his wife.
AS for Mrs Maxcy, there was a 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
tho reading of the lawyers document.
BY the light of the gas jet he could
sec her bright eyes shining through the
tears and feverish 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"
"Wcll." said May,y, why should
vou cry about it, them
"Oh, my dearest husband, 1 don't
know, but l can't help it.
Neither can l, said Maxcy. Deuce
take ii, l believe l am rs big q baby us
you arcW
At the very moment when Maxcy
gave way to tears DR.. Lamar sat with
4 grim, contcmptuous expression about
his lips at his desk, his dry eyes fixed
upon a 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 l last saw you have
tortured me since, you would-oh, know you
would-have forborne to utter them. There
has not been n day nor an hour in my lonely
exile since when they have not been with me.
Oh, Eustace, did love you, and you have so
cruelty misunderstood me! Are you blind? Can
you not see that it was for your sake, for yours
alone not mine, that fought out that wretch
cd fight for n future? What could do? I'm
fortunate speCulations and unwise manage
ment had ruined mine. / know how proud
and ambitious your mother was. 1t seemed SO
easy to retrieve it all by q simple plot which
would harm nobody, because they could not
know tnat tney were rOOOeu. BeSlueS WHAT
arc people like these to you and me? For your
sake l would have gone through ten times
worse and fought a thousand times more dcs-
perate battle than this rather than have had
you speak to me as you spoke TO me that night
In the carriage. But all is not lost You were
beside yourself, and IL, too, said that for
which bitterly repent. You told me that your
life was ruined, that you had lost your hold
upon favor, that your practice was slipping
away from you. Come, then, with me and lay
,s1afi of fort Il1n In n
tant place. I will go anywhere with you, Eus-
tace. to the end of the world if need be. Nc
other woman will ever love you as have loved
you. No other friend will ever fight your bat
ties and scheme day and night for your a.
vanCement and your greatness as will 1ghl
and scheme. l know what my power is over
men. 1t is still great. 1t will make you great
and fortunate above all competitors yet, Eus
tace, if you will come with me. These are nc
vain words uttered in a moment of wildness
1t is the solemn truth, for l know it better
than you. And I am not penniless, dear Eus
tace. have enough lett-cnough for US boIt
enough 10 build upon. and will mako 1t {
foundation for your future If you will come
with me, dear Eustace. do not ask you for {
sacrifice; do not ask you for 0 marriage vow
l ask you only for yourself and your presence
and your love. I will give you everything, my
self and all have. and ask for nothing in Ne
turn If you will but como with me, dear Eus
tace. Come; oh, comel The light Is fading
and cannot see to write / am so impatien
that you shall get this and understand all tina
offer you that shall hasten to the post with
II myself, leaving unsaid so much that nigh
say till shall see you. Do not stop to answer
it Do not pause to say goodby to this hum
drum life which you will not regret, but bonn
on the wings of love and passion to your
FoSTELLR-
"What fools men are!'' said Lamar
within himself Thine was, doub
not, when this bit of writing would
have filled inc with fever and firt
that would have burned down all befor,
it. I should have sacrificed everything
A.. !lINIElIAltz