The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-03-29

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J.. Don Don blaspheme"' said Crawley. stern
~. You are perhaps "a murderer and you
dare TO speak Of Paradiser'
lnsersou shrugged his shoulders. Il
dil not suspect YOU OF so much religious
dehcacy. However. milk for babies" he
said, Scorufully. Never snind ms title
whether slayer Of the guilty OF murderer
matters nothing. The end gained is the
same. am old, but as YOU have expe-
rienceds 1 am strong. ] am also nimhle.
1 ran 10 the vicarage, and as / opened
the gate a belated farmer told me 10
was no good going there at that hour.
as the house was never opened after 10.
But knew my man and his habits, and
l only nodded and went on my way. The
front of the house was dark, but / held
my breath and crept round. AT the back
stretcned wide lawn, and, as had
expected, great patch of light lay on
the wet grass from an open window.
knew that George st. Julian would
be smoking and reading by lamplight,
and was prepared TO climb TO the up
per story. But was saved that trouble.
The open window was on the ground
noOr. / approached cautiously and peep
ed Within. Eureka!' shouted the old man.
dashing his hat upon the table. He was
therel felt my heart stand still in the
agony of my delight. Then IL began TO
beat again, and the world rushed round.
l went in, sir proceeded lngersOu. in
a moderate tone est. Julian was sitting
with his face TO the window. He looked
up and saw me, and / thought he was
going to cry out, but / had my hand
at his throat before he could utter a
sound. George St. Julian l said DELHI
erately, you poisoned my happiness, you
took away my wifes heart and because
of you she died You had not even the
manhood to elope with her. and to give
her your support and your protection.
Like the craven hound that you are. you
abandoned her and your unborn child and
left them TO perish. l have hunted you
for twenty years, George st. Julian, and
now that / have found you l Will not
leave you minute TO pray God have
mercy on your soulr' With that / shot
him dead" said lngersoll, drawing a
pistol from his breast, and laying It on
the table And now. sir, ] Will wish you
good night. and you must allow me TO
express 10 you my heartlest thanks. But
for you, that man and ] might have been
close to each other, yet never met. My
eternal gratitude is yours"
Crawley recoiled. Don't speak to mel"
he said you have stained my hands
"Rather' sir. I have raised your hith-
erto peurile talent to the rank and dig
nifty of the instrument of a righteous
wrath" said lngersool His eyes shone
and his whole form seemed TO be ennobled.
Crawley, the accuser, stood abashed be-
fore him. But he strove to shake of
the old mans fascination.
Il ought TO have arrested you" he said
grimly, laying his hand on lngersolls
wrist.
rest me tomorrow, but tonight l VIII go
TO my room unmolested L shall not es-
cape said lngersOll. You Will find me
mere tomorrow. L nave confessed 10 you
the deed, you have the weapon. / shall
plead guilty and / shall be hanged. but
neither wish to live nor fear death. My
only sorrow" said he, in plaintive tone,
rs that l doubt the being able to make
Will in your favor"
Crawley shuddered. do you think I
would touch your money! he cried. You
have wrecked my peace Of mind. You
have made me murderer. j see blood
everywhere. / smell II, ] hear it trickling'
Curse your, shouted Crawley, with an
which ms Ia naIffcraT,ah xva n ma
ask thiclSly where he was.
Poor boyw said Ingersoll gently. by
and by you viii feel differently. At pres
ent, goodnight. ! shall not stir from
my ROOM With the door in his hand,
he added. "A thousand million thanks
to your Then he was gone.
What have you been doing to please
the old buffer so awfully, Jack?" asked
Baltiscomb. yawning.
Come with me and bring the landlordw
cried Crawley I'm try and tell you as
| go along"
Accompanied by the two men. who
could not understand his incOherent ex-
plantations, Crawley made all speed to
the vicarage. Contrary to custom the
house was lighted up, doors were open
and some one was issuing forth in quest
Of the police constable. In the midst Of
the hall stood Letchmere, a tall, gaunt
man with a perplexed face Crawley
rushed forward.
has confessed to me, and 1 can identify
him. said he excitedly.
Then why don't you identify him, sirg''
cried Letchmere, irritaby. who did II,
l demand? It's scandalous that a man
can't go to bed in his own house In peace
without having his friends murdered be-
meath him! Who did 1t, ! say?" said he,
ENORMOUSLY.
Afterwards Crawley could never recall
distinctly what he said or did, or the
due order Of events; but Baltiscomb al
ways asseverated that he had been quite
on the spot and had appeared composed,
whatever might have been his feelings.
Crawley himself only remembered that
there had been a great deal Of confused
questioning and answering, in which he
had taken a large share, and that, at some
time in the proceeding, he had stood look
ing at the CHASTITY shattered corpse Of
st. Julian. He recovered himself, how
pany Of Letchmere, Baltiscomb, the con-
stable, the landlady, and several other
men, knocking at Ingersols door. There
was no reply to the rude and imperative
summons; no one moved within.
He escaped said someone, in disap-
pointed tone
Il think not" said Crawley. For for
some unaccountagle reason, he believed
in the honor of the terrible old man.
They burst open the door presently and
rushed in Ingersoll appeared to be walt
ing for them. He was leaning back in an
arm chair, fully dressed as If he had
been too much fatigued to prepare for bed
his knee; an ineffable smile played over
his features. But when the constable
strobe forward to arrest him, he him
self stood still. Death had been before
him. Ingersolls heart had ceased to beat
and Crawley was left to make what ex-
PLANTATION he could of the singular events
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