The state republican. (Jefferson City, Mo.) 1871-1896, 1895-08-08

that he managed to pull himself to
gether SO as to be able to procee
with the terrible duty of attendin
this wretched man.
Till this hour he had put ava,
from his mind, as the mere chimer,
of an unhinged brain, Jim Glenden
ning's assertion about the part which
Clement Dunraven. had played In tn,
death of Pierce Vaughan. Now hi
had no further doubt on the subject,
the true murderer lay before hin
and might ven yet be brought tc
justice.
DR.. Watson thought that the hours
of his life numbered still there
was no saying what turn he might
take, or who might hear his rawlings
which could not fail to convict him.
For himself, he intended to say
nothing, the punishment Clement
Dunraven had received was a heavy
one, and who was he that he should
deliver him over to the law, blight
ing the memory Of one true, loving
woman and the life of another by his
fall.
Many might cavil at, and argue
about DR.. Watson's reasoning, and
how he justified himself in thus con.
doning crime, but he cared not.
The presence of Death was omuipo-
tent In that room, and the terrors of
remorse accompanying it made all
earthly punishment seem small and
unreal.
The efforts of those interested to
keep Lady Gertrude and her memory
free from the faint were, however,
to meet with success.
When Sir Miles Berkeley arrived,
was to find the sufferer still slum-
ber.ng. No did he ever recover
sufficiently to recognize any of those
who were about him. The terrible
crisis was over, and, thanks to DR..
Watson's loyalty, the dire events
then revealed would never be divul-
ged.
Sir Clement fingered for many
hours, vitality being stronger than
the doctor had expected. He took
what nourishment they gave him
alphabetically, but did not speak; the
brain was numbed, and the pulse
and power were gradually growing
feebler.
Towards evening a tall figure in a
long blue cloak came up the stairs
with a hating step, and Lisbeth
gazed for the last time into the
living face of the man she had 80
desperately loved, that she had sac
riaced all her happiness in life for
his dear sake.
She knew nothing Of the will,
nothing Of what had been done for
Lisa, and she asked nothing. All
her thoughts were absorbed in him
WHO lay there dying in the prime. of
his manhood, the victim of his own
sins.
Nor were there any tears in her
eyes as she looked at him, but
prayers, heartfelt and deep, were in
her heart; prayers that he might not
be punished everlastingly for his
grave transgressions.
Considerate always, DR.. Watson
went away, and left her with the.
dying man. He would not pry into
the secrets Of that woman's heart,
and truly a veil should be drawn
over her sorrow and her agony. !
An hour later Clement Dunraven
dead, and the tall figure went
down the staircase noise essly, as
she had mounted it, away into tht
silent night, where the moon, slim
ing brilliantly to guide her steps,
and the stars effulgently beaming,
gave her hope that the pathway
even through the valley Of the
Shadow of Death was not wholly
drear, and that mercy was extended
even to the greatest sinners.
The news Of Lisa's heirship, which
was spread about soon after Sir
Clements funeral took the entire
ne%ighborhood by surprise, and, of
course, various we're the comments
made upon it. Everyone whispered
to his intimate that he knew the
truth, had known IL for years but no
one guessed the riddle Alright save
DR.. Watson and Mrs. Singleton, and
they were silent as the grave where
in the dead lay buried.
And so after awhile, the gossip
ceased, the social gatherings recon-
menced, and tho world ran on its
usual course as If Sir Clement Dun
raven had never existed.
DR.. Watson took means to have
Lisa educated in a manner behtting
her future position, and was ably
assisted by Lisbeth.
Whether the little doctor will ever
persuade Lisbeth to give up her
"Home" and its suffering inmates,
and begin life anew with him in the
redbrick hours on the outskirts of
the town, Is one of the problems Of
the FIGURE.
Lady Marcia says that Of course
she ought to marry him, and that
there is plenty Of money to found a
real big "Home,"in memory of Lady
Gertrude.
Hitherto DR.. Watson has been too
shy to put the question himself. and