The evening times. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1895-1902, 1897-03-20
Corner 18th and F Streets.

little out OF Sorts he answered. 1.-The
grippe is still in my homes
Il knew nothing about that. Glad ft'sno
worseT'
1t was another thrust that caused him
pain
Two days later they started on their
journey. He wouldn't have left him behind
forthe world, this sleek sly, amiabIe feIIow
with the checkered past. He would watch
them, and they should know nothing Il
the Jealous passion in his heart
He was always gentle and plant. ike a
kitten, with her soft, small ways, and he
the big, brawny man-cried aloud at night
when he was alone on deck with his mad
dened thoughts.
Sailing was good and they reached Edin-
burgh in short time. The day OF their
arrival they started for the highlands.
like three trusty comrades
Bornhold was as gentle as a mother with
his wife-perhaps ne was wronging her, e. nd,
ah-he would not do thatl
FROM the highlands they returned to
the boat, determined to visit the sights CT
Edinburgh on that day. The boat was
cleared. Bornbold and Fanny stood at
the fallreep- Gastein was still below.
II forgot my guide book said Born
hold, wait a moment When he re-
turned Fanny was gone. She was not
in the boat that was % take them ashore.
A step TO the skylight showed him the
cabin below. There she stood with her
arms around Gastein's neck.
He knew now and before he went back
TO the fallreep he had decided what their
fate should be. Down he Jumped into
the boat, and when his wife put her small
feet on the top rung OF the ladder be
helped her calamity to descend. She
saw thai his face was pale as death
Are you ill?'' she gasped softly, with
that strange look in her eyes he could
not comprehend.
Now he understood tit was a false,
banefui glance. 1t had always been So
coGuettish. alluring glance for strangers,
a mask for her cOIdness for him.
Keep the wherry in port and wait for
u.s. he said to the sailor who had rowed
them ashore.
In Edinburgh he took them everywhere.
Into the Gales, where the most dangerous
criminals are imprisoned, into one of the
COuTtroCms Of the Midlothian, a dark.
gloomy building, A man was on trial for
strangling his guilty wife. They stroIIed
through High street and down to the Old
Bow, into Log Lodging, with its sightIess
windows, and at last they came to Holy
rood. Bornhold talked; the others were
silent He led them through the bed
chamber Of the unfortunate queen, he
pointed out the little door in the wall which
led TO the small apartment in which Darn
ley discovered RicciO. He expatiatei ruth
lover, and watched them narrowly while
he talked In their anxious, CHASTITY faces
he read the confession Of their perfidy
When BOrnhOld had finished he tale the
historians of all ages have told, the smiles
had fled from Fanny's fps She trembled
nervously, every drop Of blood gone from
her face.
The embitteTed husband arose, and they
left the castle together for the boat. The
sun had already gone down, and icy blasts
swept in from the Craggs- They drove
through the city along the LeithwaIls. At
the pier the wherry was in waiting IL was
dark now, and the wind dashed the white
foam up into their faces. BOrnhOId seized
the rudder, ordered the OaTsman to takethe
middle bench, and babe the others go sit
downin the bow. A white light hung from
the street, and now and then its CHASTITY
rays darted over Bcrnhold' STAGE, which was
pitiless and terrible in its expression.
Soon the boat hove to. They had reached
the brig. The oarsman caught the rail to
draw to. BorEhoId arose slowly and caughs
the fallreep-
Hold on to Fanny
The man and woman in the bow had
arisen and Gastein took the trembling
creature in his arms. BOrnhOld stood on
the fallreep with one foot. With the other
he gave the boat a terrific blow StiII
locked in each others arms, Fanny and
Gastein fell backward into the water And
at the same moment the boat turned up
side down.
The man on board cried out: 1.-TWO men
overb oardi''
Bornhold said nothing. The sailors came
with lanterns. On the reep stood the cap
tain, his eyes staring down into the sea,
the white trail Of light Of the
tossing keel Of the boat. Nothing was to
be seen of the man and woman.
1t was months before the captain would
say a word, and when he returned to Ham,
burg it was for the purpose Of selling all his
as has been told in the fore part
)f this narrative. Translated for the st.
Louis Republic.