The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-02-02

her to send for DR.. Swanson. In case
anything should happen to him he wished
him to, take charge of his affairs.
All that afternoon the old Frenchman
was writing. When he had finished he
put what he had written into an envelope,
and was about to address it, when he
was seized with fainting fit. and the earl
hearing of his old servants condition,
came hastily TO the room, saw the en-
Velope and took charge of it.
That evening DR.. Swanson arrived. but
the patient was unconscious. After din
ner he went into the library to smoke,
ana the earl Joined him. Presently the
doctor, who was accustomed to an after
dinner nap, fell asleep. Then the earl re-
membered the document he had in his
pocket, and it occurred to him that he
might as well read ii TO see if there was
anything in It that ought to be commune
Gated to his poor old servants friends.
lie opened the envelope and began to
READ quietly, but as he read on his face
became deathly pale, and look of horror
came INTO his eyes. Presently he dropped
the paper ON the floor and sat like a man
VINO had just been awakened from a ter
rible nightmare
Then he rose, walked across the room.
ana lald his hand heavily on the doc
tors shoulder.
The doctor stared and sprang to his
For moment he thought there had been
sudden return of the insanity
But the earl undeceived him. Don't
be alarmed for yourself" he exclaimed,
i am not mad now"
=. Mad now"' stammered the doctor,
what do you mean? Whoever told Won
that you had been mad?'
Il have learned the truth tonight
but | want to know all. Do not lie to
me. was anyone suspected-or ares ed
dered?"
You know that, them.
Answer me-did anything happen to
anyone for that?"
''No-the murderer was never found"
Then he is found now"
hPen fn6 MI,
Who was it?'
He has not been arrested-but he is
gong TO- give himself up to the police
.".HTq7 .Ho,how Do YOU know this?"
- know it because l was my fathers
''You?--No, no, you are mad! That was
impossible. At the time your father was
Killed you were in Paris-in the house of
mo, the old man who is dying upstairs
mas confessed the truth. Read this
he handed the papers TO the doctor, who
TOOK them with trembling fingers, and
When he had finished he sank back in
combe!-can-can this be true?"
1T is true-but l remember nothing This
man would not lie on what he believes to
be MS death-bed You see what he says.
l got away from the house that night
The doctor was not there-he had come
over to England on visit to you. The
old man, finding me gone, was terrified.
lie guessed that l should make my way to
my home. He heard at the railway sta
uon that young man answering my de-
scrlption had taken a ticket to London.
Too terrified to communicate with his
master-not knowing what to do-he fol-
lowed by the next train, and came on
here.
He got to Templecombe. before me, for
according to his narration / could have
mad no money left when / reached Lon
don, so tramped down here. In what he
says of the condition in which he found
me, no one would have recognized me-
nightw
Pierre found you here! But he did not
know who you were. You were never
lived in Parish
Yes, knew who I was and / had told
them otten--but l never knew / was mad.
l thought had been sent to France to
be under the Doctors care for my bodily
health. They always told me so. God
knows what crimes l have committed in
the pastl If 1 could have committed this
aW1ul deed without knowing 1t, what may
l not have done before?"
Il CAN'T won't believe it," groaned
the doctor. This escape-this journey to
London. No, it is impossible
Read what he says. He came here late
at night-he met me in the lane, so trav-
el-stained, so changed that he hardly
knew me. But he came quite close to me,
ana recognized him and laughed, and
called him by name"
Then he took my arm and went back
to the station, and he says, as you see
he got me to London by the last train
and there we spent the night in a French
hotel in Soho, and in the morning he
bought me new clothes, and we went
back to Paris that night, and the next
told soul for fear of being blamed. He