Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1897-09-30

eye twinkled-"I'm somewhat famous.
Money can work miracles, and hedged
in my poor Lucy with twenty-dollar
gold pieces"
"Your wife is alive?"
"Yes," he replied. gloomily: but
anxiety has made an old woman Of her.
Her beauty has gone. She rs the
wreck of what she once was. The Greek
sAs0y.a-au~~~ ~s-A--~--ruusmnua a
he cannot teach the lad much longer.
"And the name, Mr.. Gerard, of the
murderer?"
burlington"
What? The writer? The social
iatP'
THAI is he. / meet him." he whis-
pered fearfully. ''at banquets, at the
clubs-everywhere."
| thought of that familiar figure.
Damocles and the sword; Of the wretch
In the iron chamber. whose torture Poe
has described; of many others whose
sufrerings have stained the page OF
history; and. noting the haggard fea-
lures Of the man beside me. his twitch-
ing fingers, his prematurely gray head.
his sunken chest. and in salient con-
trast TO these his love Of life and pleas
ure. his great wealth. his power and
fame-noting this and more. ! con-
sidered my own future, and trembled.
/ make certain. looking back. that dur
ing this interview bade good-by to my
youth. The realities Of this world.
stripped of gloss and glamour. grinned
sourly In my face, cackling derisively.
"He cannot be mad" exclaimed.
"He Is mad" persisted Gerard. wait
till you see him. The glare of insanity
is i. his eyes-others have noticed It
but his self-control Is marvellous.
What" - he leaned forward and
touched my cheek with his clammy
fingers-"what will happen when that
self-control gives way9"
The $4,000 salary began TO shrink.
But your son." said. impatiently;
"you wish me to be tutor to your son.
What has he to do with this man?"
burlington" returned my host. in
somber accents. "will slay my boy as he
slew my friend. am certain Of it."
Then he knows of your marriage"'
"He does.
"Of the birth OF your SOM"
"Yes."
"Of the sanctuary"
"I don't know. fear the worst"
"Mr. Gerard" / said. "are you sure
that you are not the victim of your
nerves? Possibly this man never COM
mitted the crime your wife charges him
with Time has"
Tut, tuti' he retorted, peevishly.
"Do you take me for foolp Burling-
ton knows what he is doing. Look here
and here"
He drew from his pocketbook half
a dozen sheets of paper. These were
sniled and stained from use. The man
must have read and re-read them
thousand times. He spread one out
upon his knee, and without glancing nt
il, repeated to me from memory the
contents.
"'You cannot escape me. he muir
INJURED. but | know how 10 walt.
shall strike you down when you least
expect it,"
He handed me the paper. but could
bore date. March IL. 1878. and was
written upon q printed telegram form.
"a telegram!" / exclaimed.
ayes, and written in cipher. ci-
pher several of us used ut Red Guitfl.
and one familiar 10 Burlington. Here
is another message. OF later date II
runs: You have q child. Take good care
Cl IT,. When received this" said Ger
ard, tapping the faded paper. Il went
nearly crazy with terror. / had solved
the problem which had puzzled me for
five years. My life, in the opinion OF
this demon, was not worth the taking.
He had reserved for himself sweeter
revenge. Nothing would glut his appe-
tite but the blood of my innocent chic
Of cour~e f~-od r~' So
but / removed her at once TO safer
place. and for months ceased TO visit
her. With the aid of my written d.
Iections she escaped the lynx eyes OF
our enemy. and as time passed i be-
gan 10 forge, his threats. He had sst'