Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1898-05-19
identify him as my husband. That is

identify him as my husband. That is
all"
She burst into a violent. hysterical
sobbing, ana some of the lady guests,
full Of pity for the strangers affiiction,
bore her away to room, where she
could give way to her awful sorrow
without the annoyance OF curious pry-
ing eyes.
"II-mph," thought DR.. Dudley 10
himself, when she was gone, there's
one odd circumstance about Mrs. Chad
vieke. She says tha; she followed
her husband on the next train. but be
arrived yesterday at sundown, and the
next train gets in three hours later.
Eur the madam makes her appearance
here at noon the day following. Now,
where was she during the interval?
and there's something else crooked,
too; Notwithstanding all the time she
was weeping ana walllug and so5bing,
she hadn't a tear in her eyes."
And the astute DOCTOR shook his head
sagely.
"A man never commits suicide with
out cause" he observed, aloud, and
pretty good reason, too, I should
imagine, Gentlemen. as I remarked
before. believe that there's a woman
in the easel"
The inquest vas ae.d a few hours Ia
ter but elected nothing satisfactory;
and No verdict could be rendered, for
the jury did not agree, there being a
divided opinion in regard to the matter
some advocating suicide, and others
accidental poisoning. So the matter
rested. and Barton Chadwicle's body
was prepared for the grave, and placed
In a metallic burial case, to be removed
to the family tomb. The heart-broken
widow. arTayed in deep mourning gar
ments. entered the train, and with its
sad burden it steamed away 10 Mary
land and Chadwicke Hall.
1t was sunset a lovely spring even
ing. when the train paused al the near
est station, and Mrs. Chadwicke
alighted. A close carriage awaited
her: and a hearse was in readiness
to convey the body to the home which
be had left so short time previous,
In life and usual health. 1t was just
at the lonely twilight hour, when the
sad little procession wound its way
up the long avenue leading to the hall
"a fine old gray stone house. built in
an Irregular fashion and half covered
with clirging ivy.
The servants, a weeping train, re-
ceived the body of their late master,
with loud lamentations. but the widow
went straight up TO her own chamber.
An hour later she was aroused by the
Did housekeeper. her eyes red and swol-
len with weeping"
Miss Lurline," said the old woman,
laying her hand gently on the widows
shoulder Mr. Ruthven is in the IL
brary; he says will you, can you see
him?"
Mrs. Chadwicks arose.
Yes" she faltered. Mrs Perry,
tell him l will be down in a few mo-
ments. He is relative by marriage,
you know; | think l had better see
him"
Fifteen minutes later, the widow
trailed her black robe down the broad
staircase to the library, great, gothic
sombre apartment, lying in gloomy
shadow now, lighted only by a single
gas-iet A handsome dark-haired
man stood before the Fireplace leaning
one arm upon the marble mantel a
ioO-y OF ir7'rntjeDcos ou-btq sa-a----=-',s,ss=a
vanished as the swish, swish of her
trailing garments sounded on the mar
ble-paved floor OF the wide hall with
out The door opened and she en-
tered the room. She went up to him,
and laid both her little hands in his.
But he caught her in his arms, and
strained her madly to his heart.
my own! my own," he painted,
hoarsely. "Lurline. there is nothing
in the world to part us now!"