The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1898-07-23
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His weakness seemed lolappcai to the
same quality in the hsireas. Her mouth
lost its firmness, her'faoc appeared to
wither. She ,totlered 70 the grand
piano which, open apA Uttered with
sheets of music and t,ie,ashes and re-
mains of cigars, stood near and leaned
heavily upon it.
Mrs. Winfret stepped up to the man
and laid commanding hand on his
shoulder. 60
"Where has he gone to? she demand
cd. Speak, I say!"
Henri looked inquiringy at Dorothy,
aid perceiving that she was hanging
on his reply, said:
II dou't know-I can't say, but he has
left forever-forever, Miss Dorothy"
The girl felt her knees growing weak,
and she sank into rustic chair which
Ter lover had brought from the hills of
ward.
Henri. you must tell me all YOU
know" she said, firmly. II am his
friend. You know can be trusted"
II know that we'll, Miss Dorothy"
his. accent betraying just the faintest
touch of his French birth. but he made
- me promise not to betray him to any,
one, although almost the last word he
spoke was to say he did it for your sake"
did it for my sake!" muttered the
girl, and there she paused. 1t looked
as if she were afraid that IIrnri's next
words would furnish positive confirmu-
ton of her worst fears.
"lf it was not for the row he had with
Mr.. Caruthers at the club I'd really be-
lieve that there was some mistake about
it,, continued Henri, in a dismal half
whine, half sobbing tone. "But as i, is
he has ruined himself for all time"
The man buried his face in his tense
hands and rocked back and forth in q
storm of emotion.
Henri" said Miss Huntington at the
lowest ebb of hope, do you believe your
master killed Mr.. Caruthcrs?"
II have been wanting to go to the
Palace hotel TO find out if anything has
gone wrong there" was the answer;
"bnt my master told me TO stay right
here and deny to any caller that he had
left the city. lie said he had murdered
MIR. Caruthers, but L hope--I almost
hope that master Was:ollt of his head"
Great God!" exclaimed Dorothy, un-
der her breath, and then she raised her
voice: "He confessed it to your"
Henri nodded.
Gle said SO, Miss Dorothy, but"
Henri, Mr.: Caruthffs' was murdered
ten days ago in his roolua at the Palace
hotel"
Are you sure. MissDotothy
"Yes, Mr. IendrictS ihe most celc-
brated criminal detective in the United
States informed me Of it il about an hour
ago" x
"Then it is true!" s'gahpcd the serv-
ant. "My mate not only told me about
it, but L overheard hin confessing it
to Count Bantirni. fhe count was
asking him all the particulars, and then
I heard the count So x y ow You must
tell Henri. Tell him you did it, and
then remember you Na1,sst make your
escape "a
"Then some one rang for me, and
came in. Master wasrwalking up and
down the room tearing his hair and
crying and swearing terribly. lie WAS
like mailman. lie would take hold Of
statue and choke itand yell out: oh,
I've got you now, you back-heartcd
roue! If | can't have her she shall be
free from your dirty clutchcs!' Then
he turned as entered and started to
fly at me with the fury Of u tiger, but
II; T.:
back.
Tell him now,' said the count; tell
him about the murder
"And then master grew calmcr and
told me frightful story, such an I'M
natural one that / was sure he was mad.
But the count told me it was true and
ordered me to pack my masters bag
with u few things. More dead than alive
1 obeyed, and then they went away
together"
where did they go?" asked the
hciress.
II don't know"
'I'he poor fellow was INSANE" said
Mrs. Winfret. comfortingly, as she put
her arm round the shoulders of her
niece. Even if he is cnught and
brought back his unsoundness of mind
can easily be established. Come, dar-
ling; let's 60 home. Remember you are
now your uncle's heir Internationally,
and if you wish you can spend all your
fortune in saving the poor fellow"
Dorothy rose stiffly, and as plncdly
as one in dream followed her aunt
from the room and down to the car
ringe.
Henri accompanied them to the door,
and then crept sobbing and shifting
back to his own apartment.
lie had scarcely turned his back when
man crawlcd out from behind a heavy
curtain of Il little ulcovc. He went
softly 10 the door, unlatched it, and
glidcd out into the dimlylighted corr
ridor. lie turned n. corner, and, going
down one of the darkest and narrowcst
Railways on the same floor, he APP
preached man sitting on IL window
sill. al
II know you are cold and tired" he
said. "But could 3&i 'eet away soon
en-" 1t was the voice Of Minard Hen
bricks, and he was apdaking to DR..
Lampkin. II founFthc door of the
studio open, and got in Safely enough.
I was too late to see Gie}ew, and justus
I was about to come Uft Miss Hunting
ton and her aunt ca1he in and turned
mp the gas. had toaieIow. but over
heard what I'll bet tl,.s9ssIicc will never
oct o,f of tbo artist III oiG,ut I hn,,1