The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1894-02-23
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at is useless" he said. "She WILL not
see me-"
"Then she shall see me-" said Mrs.
Cram.
And so a second time did LETTERS
make the trip to town that day, this
time perched with folded arms in the
rumble of the pony-phaeton.
And while she was gone the junior
doctor was having the liveliest expert
ence of his few years of service.
Scorched and burned though she was,
Mrs Doyle's faculties seemed to have
returned with renewed acuteness and
force. She demanded to be taken to
her husbands side, but the doctor
ssternly refused. She demanded to be
told his condition, and was informed
that it was so critical he must not be
disturbed. especially by her who was
practically responsible for all his
trouble. Then she insisted on know
ing whether he was conscious and
whether he had asked for priest, and
when informed that Father Foley had
already arrived, it required the
strength of four men to hold her. She
raved like maniac, and her screams
appalled, the garrison. But screams
and struggles were all in vain. pills
the Less" sent for his senior, and
"Pills the Pitiless" more than ever de-
served his name. He sent for a strait
Jacket. saw her securely slowed away
in that and borne over to a vacant
room in the old hospital, set the stew
ards wife on watch and sentry at
20 Worinn'S had
side, where Sam lay tossing in burning
fever. murmured his few words of eau
ton to Pierce and Ferry, then fastened
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 exhortation, yet unable to make ar
ticulate reply. The flames had done
their cruel work. Only in desperate
pain could he speak again.
1t was nearly dark when Mrs. Cram
came driving back to barracks, bring
ing Mr.. Reynolds with her. Her eyes
were dilated, her checks flushed with
excitement, sshe 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,
leaving him to receive and entertain
her passenger.
Il, too, went to see Nine. Lascelles
late this afternoon" said Reynolds. Il
wished to show her this
1t was copy of a dispatch to the
chief of police of New Orleans. 1t
e4o4al =, a4rao+ 4bo+ d., ;l;y,,,a I acoo1Iae
had not been seen or heard of around
Key West for over two weeks. 1t was
believed that he had gone to Havana.
Can you get word of this to our
friend the detective?" asked Cram.
81 have wired already. He has gone
to Georgia. What hoped to do was
to note the effect of this on Nine.
Laseelles; 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 have to see Braxton."
Cram to join the doctor at Doyle's
quarters at once; so he scurried up
stairs to see Nell first and learn her
tidings.
Ibid 1 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. 1 appealed to her as woman
TO do what she could to right Mr.. 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 l showed
her the dispatch that Mr.. Reynolds
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
borrow but to demand money that was
rightfully his, and also certain papers
that Armand held and that now We're
gone. 1t 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 qua9rel or was to be a quarrel
between her husband and Mr.. Waring.
Otherwise believe her throughout.
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 Mr..
Waring, and that it occurred after
Philippe had got his money and papers,
and gone"
"W-e-e-n, Philippe will have heap
to explain when he is found" was
Grams reply. Now / have got TO go to
Doyle's. He is making some confession,
I expect, to the priest"
That night poor Doyle's spirit took
its fight, and the story of misery he
had to tell, partly by scrawling with a
pencil, partly by gesture in reply to
question, partly in painfully-gasped
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practically this: Lascelles and his
:. 4 L. L L IL