Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1898-03-25
CHAPTER III,


n minute or two longer in his own pos
session. An idea, happy thought,
brought strange sparkle to his eyes, as
he rose from his chair, crossed the room
and unlocked dispatch box. From this
he drew red morocco case, which he
opened and handed silently to me. 1t
contained beautiful miniature.
"A very lovely woman" said.
"My wife, SIR"
/ glanced involuntariIy at my hosts
wrinkled face. Was it possible that
once he had played the enchanting Part
of Romeo to such Juliet as this? Or
had she married him for his wealth?
He held out his lean fingers for the
miniature, and, leaving it in the palm of
his hand, continued:
81 met her at Red Gulch, where had
made so much money. You have heard
of the Black Gulch excitement; and you
know, possibly, why the place came
to be rechristened. No? Well, I'll tell
you. 1t was the scene of n horrible
tragedy, one of those blood-curdling
crimes which shock the whole world
and then are forgotten. Any old-timer
will give you the particulars; but such
details are not to my taste; and to be
honest with you"-he shuddered-"I
cannot trust myself to discuss them.
The crime"-his voice sank to whisper
made a coward of me for life. Do
you know, Mr.. Livingston, that one may
suddenly lose his grip and never re-
cover it? That happened 60 me. The
man who was murdered and so horri-
bly, mutilatcd was my partner, and
God!-my emotion will not surprise
you when | add that he was killed by
mistake. The assassin intended to muir
der me. My partner had arranged to
visit San Francisco to buy some ma
chinery; but at the last moment he was
unable to undertake the Journey, and
went in his stead. Tdat night the deed
was done-done, too, in darkness,
which accounted for the blunder in iden-
tity. But the fcrocjty of the murder
cannot be described. Only man in
spired by the most malignant hatred
could have butchered a fcllow-creature
as"
"He was caught red-handed, Of
course?"
"No. lie is still at large"
"And you know him?"
ayes"
"But the motive, Mr.. Gerard?"
He held up the miniature and sighed.
"Your wife," ! gasped, overwhelmed
with surprise and curiosity.
"She was not Their my wife. She was
married at that time to-to-the man
the fiend, say, who killed my poor
friend Ferdinand Perkins. And, fool
that was, never suspected the truth;
and the devilish cunning of the mon
ster threw suspicion upon another.
When / learned the real facts, months
after the tragedy had occurred, it was
too ate--too late!"
His distress moved me profoundly.
The motive was jealousy, the jeal-
ousy of an Othello. l had paid attcn-
| tlOn 10 HIS Nllts IL hplhtil,
Mr. Livingston, good as gold, and loyal
to the rattan whose name she bore.
she must have known that loved her,
for she came to he one night, two weeks
after the murder, and implorcd NE to
take her away. jumped at the oppor-
tunity, and asked no questions then.
| We left Red GuIch--it was called Red
Gulch because-you understandable
hind the fastest team in TIE country,
but none pursued. The husLand-I
didn't know it at the tlme-was down
with brain fever, and ravi0g Well,
sir, one year later | made that unhappy
lady my wife b. the laws of the land
but, at her special request, secretly
Sine easily obtained divorce fror her
first husband, on the ground OF deser.
ton and failure to provide. He had dis
appeared But, to my amazenent' my