The evening world., 1894-05-30

when his hands twitched convulsively.
and "A CHASTITY hue enveloped and dis
torted his features. while a look Of hor-
ror nlled his yes.
allowed the manuscript to fall from his
fingers. to the floor. Then throwing
himself on a sofa, he moaned in agony.
This Is what he had read:
To the first one whose eyes may rest on these
pages, | solemnly make this confession. and may
God forgive me!
The words contained herein are as true as that
God lives, whose pardon | fear | have ire
trie'abiy lost, Us well as ny souls future
peace.
|, Hartman Cation. swear that I killed Col.
Jay stroke-crushed his life out with my hands
during IA frenzy which am now trying to be-
ileve ! was not responsible for. one awful night
Donald Haines on that terrible night en-
who had raised ' my fury. and catching me me abnnt
the throat, tried with his might to force my
hold from the throat Of Col. Stroke. During the
struggle Hlines's head came In contact with a
table In the darkness, and by that mxN,s he
was rendered senseIesS. and his hold Ioosened
by this time | had killed Col. Stroke. though
heaven knows that | never intended to-. My
40. Feeling for ponsIa us .iiT drar . b Ina
upto the body OF Col. Stroke, and placed his
still helpless hands around The throat OF the
dead man Then | left the tent. and the world
has learned the rest.
base wretch that am allowed Donald
Innocent Of IT. swore that | would make him
repent that he had ever crossed my path and
loved. Hut went further than | intended.
The torture which | have endured with this
terrible secre, ,gnawing at my, heart by day
and by night has wiped out the trace OF any
injury that may have imagined was mine.
May God have mercy upon my soul. though
The manuscript bore the signature of
Col. Cation. Harry's father. and not
Edith's, was the slayer of Col. Stroke.
surely retribution was at hand. Upon the
child was being inflicted the result Of the
sin OF the erring fataer.
The terrible truth which had burst so
suddenly upon him rendered the unf0rtu-
nate young man powerless TO assist him
too. could not seem to grapple with the
situation. The awful fact that his father
was a murderer. concealIng the dreadful
knowledge IF 1t all these years. was too
wild and unseemly to be true. yet there
was the teil-tale letter as overwhelming
mental struggle and bounded to his feet.
while a pitiful cry escaped his pale lips.
God in heaven! she-her father, Donald
Halnes-dtd not Kill Col. stroke. But. oh!
The whole u her life has been cruelty
sorrow AMI shame, and my.how can ]
say tiny father the self : confessed
For a ome the thought flashed
across his mind to destroy the t~ell-tale
l'lltI, pul Nllt race OF Illln arose De-
fore, him, and he was fired with n new
resolution. and, bundling the papers to-
sether' he hurriedly left the house.
The great square in front OF the old
city Hall is thronged with men, women
and children; bodies of men clothed In
Various uniforms, marshalled by mill
tary Lands of music. assist In making
the dtnsely populated plaza an impress
Eve Memorial Day scene,
y speaker mounts TO the great Mat
form In the centre of the Plaza. He Is
about to lift VI his voice In the ORATOR
Of the day. and steps stately forward TO
the edge OF the platform, surrounded by
prominent G. A. r. men anr rcnny lead
Ing officials OF the city government.
Ladies. gentlemen and comrades he
begins, but does not get further. for a
throng is detected. A murmur of won
der and expectation Is manifested by the
assemblage. when the figure OF a young
man whose face is familiar 10 them all.
his hair waving, Is observed pushing his
way, with breat labor through the
crush.
He pauses for nothing. however, but
reaching the steps leading to the plat
form bounds up them, and hurrylnG to
the orator, who is by his time about "a
make another attempt, he whispers In
his ear,
Il have a message to deliver from
Col. Cation. l will convey 1t TO the peo-
pie, for II Is just that l should!"
And before a word OF i~nterposition
can be raised, Harry Cation, for 1t is
he, sends his clarion voice echoing far
out over the heads OF he wondering