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

never forgiven either her or him. People
thought that her condition had affected
her head, and that she had wandered
away in a sort Of delirium. l did not con-
tradict them, but I knew that / had killed
her and l was glad-I am glad am as
angry now as l was then. When l have
killed him, too. L shall have done my
work" Ingersoll dashed his hand across
his eyes and then fixed them fiercely on
Crawley. Don't you see why l wanted
your help? Don't you see why hunger
and thirst for revenge?" he said.
Sir, / feel for you most deeply" said
Crawley. Words cannot express my
sympathy, but / still say, let vengeance
alonel 1t is not very seemly for me at
my age TO take you to task at yours, but
l do most earnestly entreat you TO put
this idea out of your mind. Think better
of 1t, sir If you should meet this man
and murder him, what then? Would it
bring back the day when your wife was
innocent and good?"
II do not think you comprehend me, sir
| think l will bid you good night" said
Ingersoll, coldly.
He rose to go, but his manner was I'M
decided, and he continued standing, his
bony hand resting on the mantel-piece.
Poor old mani thought Crawley again.
ITO all appearance, he Is dying of heart
disease, and yet he harbors these ungod-
ly thoughtsv' And he had compassion on
him and begged him to remain.
Il am sorry to have given YOU any Of
fense," he said, frankly. "Of course a
man who doesn't know all the circum-
stances has no right to oner an opinion
as generality that l think retribution is
best left TO the-the Olympians," said
Crawley, who, like most Englishmen,
hated to give the faintest expression to
his religious convictions "Of course, par
ticular occasions dictate particular treat
ment. At all events, | am not your men,
tor sir Let US talk of something else"
He began to recount the events OF his
days fishing, making frequent Jests at
but carefully abstaining from any men,
ton of his wife Ingersol, however,
though he had re-seated himself, did not
appear to take the least interest in Craw-
ley's efforts to amuse him. He scarcely
spoke except to humble or grunt an in
coherent monosyllalDle, If his companion
insisted on repeating direct query to
him, and more than once he turned his
back to the sportsman and covered his
eyes with his hand;
That's queer-looklng place by the
church, he remarked after a time, with
some abruptness. That red, tumble
down house, 1 mean. The parsonage, l
1T IS and it isn't replied Crawley. at
is the vicarage proper, but the vicar lets
it and lives somewhere else hlmseit. res
got a bad tenant, / understand VINO lets
the pretty little place go to rack and
you seem to know all about it, OBJ
..yyell. / happened to meet gentleman
who is staying there this afternoon, and
as he interested me, l made a few in
quiries of the landlord concerning him.
Then l heard of the wears tenant"
And what did this stranger say or do
to interest you so deeply, STRIP asked In
I'VE did not exchange words, he said
nothing. But it so happened that he gave
a new departure to my talent This morn
ing / was under his hat, and. But I'll
tell you. This morning / was waiting
about for my wife and her brother, and
there were voices in the bar, those of a
gentleman and the landlord. / paid no
heed, | was engaged with my fishing tao
kle.. But on raising my eyes I saw hat
har cir n n q fplr
! saw a man under it-a rather mean
looking man of between 40 and 80. with
that ugly sort of grey hair and beard that
has once been sandy, and little keen eyes
that gave the face rather a crafty and
sinister look. For some reason / invoi-
UNFAIRLY winked, and to my surprise, the
fellow began to walk 1t was strange
because / must often have winked before
when / had a vision, but never had the
figure moved. AS an experiment, 1 went
on winking, and the man walked right
of the gaia couple of large steady
strides then five or six running little steps
close together, like a childs or a wo-
mans. then a repetition da capo. that
made me recognize the fellow when I
met him the river bank some hours
later. don't think the face, cunning and
bad as it was, would have impressed me
If it hadn't been for the walk. When I
shut both my eyes for a few moments
the whole scene resumed it's usual ap-
pearance. The gentieman's hat was hang
ing up again. and he was underneath
it. Ny wife came down at the instant,
and forgot all about IL till Billy Baltis-
comb said in the afternoon Here's a rum
Bird He's like a strutting cock who runs
every now and then 70 pick up a worm
Good God, sir, what is his name2 p de-
manded Ingerson. clutching Crawley's
arm.
Crawley eyed tsim suspiciously. .T
don't know that / remember" he said,
mo matter. It is he. His gait would