The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-01-14

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ana nearly four years younger.
AS we had no relatives In Sicily we
came to London to seek the protection
and advice of my fathers only sister a
maiden living in Kensington.
when we arrived in England we were
| grieved and alarmed to find that my aunt
had Just died. We were therefore friend
less and alone in the world.
After many vicissitudes we found it
necessary to part from one another. My
| adopted sister was engaged as an Italian
! governess in the north of England, and ]
| became What am now, an artists model
| Last autumn, however, | was able tC
| detect change in the spirit of my sisters
| letters. knew that she was less confd
| ing-that she was keeping back some
| thing from me-
For several weeks she did not write,
| and then l received a short letter from
her to say that she was married, that she
| was gong away, and that she would
write again soon. She did not even give
mn the name of her husband.
Thine went on and she did not write.
lone night the maid of all work came
up to my room and said that lady
wished, TO see me. 1t was my adopted
sister
She threw herself into my arms, and
knew that her heart was breaking |
lifted her veil and never shall / forget the
sight. One of her cheeks had an open
wound, and her forehead was SCARED.
Good heavens = exclaimed who has
done thisl'
My husband, she sobbed.
Where is hel'
"She would not tell me his name or
anything about him, only that he had for
months used her brutally, though never
with such abominable cruelty as this.
oh Julial l endured it as lorg as
could, but l have now left him. | can
never, never go back to him again
81 could get but little Information from
her that night, but devoted myself to
calming her excited nerves. AS we slept
side by side dreamed that my poor sis
ter was bending over me and kissing me,
and when l awoke soon after dawn she
was gone. On the table was this note:
My beloved sister, ] cannot remain
burden on you, and my heart is broken.
Seek me not. Before you read this
shall be beyond the reach of those who
would use me Ill. Try to forget and for
give your ever loving sister. 'MYRA.'
''Yes, Mr.. Somerville, that is the por-
trait Of Myra, my adopted sister; and
women born with the southern blood do
not always forget or forgive
And what was the endl" asked.
Cannot you guessl The river And
listen to this. He never claimed his
dead did so, and identified her as
Myra Horton, my sister, and told only as
much at the inquest as ] thought neces-
sary. laid her in the grave, and now /
seek the man who killed her.
Now that have told you all" she ad
ded. lido you still refuse to give me his
name2 There can be no question as to
his identity, for you say he spoke of her
as his wife,
J was sorry that had said so much, but
was firm in refusing any further informa-
| ton.
Mr.. Ferdinand BARLEY called later il
the day and received the picture. A cat
was hailed, and he took the portrait in
side with him and drove off.
| was standing at my door, and as | wa:
about to close it caught sight of woman
| hastily entering hanson, which followed
the four wheeler of Mr.. Barley A
glance satisfied me that it was Julia
What should dol / looked along the
street, but there was not another cab il
sight.
Mr.. Bartley's visiting card bore no ad
dress 1t was, therefore, out Of my power
to do anything,
That night the newspaper boys were
making great noise in the street with
| some sensational announcement, and
sent out for an evening paper. | read
with horror the following:
"TERRIBLE MURDER IN KENsINGToE."
'Mr. Ferdinand Barley believed to be
| an independent gentleman, was found
dead this afternoon in his fiat at West
vile mansions. He was lying on the floor
in pool of blood, with an Italian stiletto
piercing his heart. On the body was laid
a slip of paper bearing the words, From
Myra's avenger.' There is, we believe
at present no other clue to the murder"