Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1898-11-04

piano winch, open anu 1tleISu WIFI
sheets of music and the 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.
where has he gone to?" she demand
cd. Speak, say!"
Henri looked inquiringly at Dorothy,
ard perceiving that she was hanging
on his reply, said:
II don't know-1 can't say, but he has
left forever-forever, Miss Dorothy"
The girl felt her knees growing weak,
and she sank into a rustic chair which
Ter lover had brought from the hills of
Palestine. Presently she leaned for
ward.
Henri, you must tell me all you
know" she said, firmly. II am his
friend. You know can be trusted"
II know that well, 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"
Ibid it for my sake!" muttered the
girl, and there she paused. 1t looked
as if she were afraid that Henri's next
words would furnish positive confirma-
ton of her worst fears.
eff 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 dismal half
whine, half sobbing tone. "But as it is
he has ruined himself for all time"
The man buried his face in his tense
hands and rocked back and forth in a
storm of emotion. 4as g
Henri" said Miss Huntington at the
lowest ebb of hope, do you believe your
master killed Mr.. Caruthers?"
81 have been wanting to go to the
Palace hotel to find out if anything has
gone wrong there" was the answer;
''but my master told me to stay right
here and deny to any caller that he had
left the city. He said he had murdered
Mr.. Caruthers, but I hope-I almost
hope that master was out of his head
"Great God!" exclaimed Dorothy, I'M
der her breath, and then she raised her
voice: ''He confessed it to you"
Henri nodded.
HE said so, Miss Dorothy, but
Henri, Mr.. Caruthers was murdered
ten days ago in his rooms at the Palace
hotel"
care you sure, Miss Dorothy?"
"Yes, Mr.. Hendricks, the most cele-
brated criminal detective in the United
States informed me of it about an hour
ago." w
"Then it is true!" gasped the serv-
ant. "My mate not only told me abou,
| it, but l overheard him confessing it
to Count Bantirni. The count was
asking him all the particulars, and then
I heard the count say: Now you must
tell Henri. Tell him you did it, anG
then remember you must make your
escape ...-..aE
"Then some one rang for me, and
came in. Master was walking up anc
down the room tearing his hair ant
crying and swearing terribly. He was
like mailman. He would take hold Of
statue and choke it and yell out: oh
I've rot you now, you black-heartet
roue! If 1 can't have her she shall bt
free from your dirty clutches" Their
he turned as I entered and started Il
| fly at me with the fury of tiger, bu
the count caught him and drew hin
back.
"'Tell him now,' said the count; tel
him about the murder
"And then master grew calmcr ant
told me a frightful story, such an un
natural one that was sure he was mad
But the count told me it was true ant
ordered me to pack my masters bag
with few things. More dead than aliv'
1 obeyed, and then they went away
together"
"Where did they go?" asked thu
heiress.
Il don't know"
"The poor fellow was insane" sale
Mrs. Winfret, comfortingly, as she pu
her arm round the shoulders of he1
niece. "Even if he is caught ant
brought back his unsoundness of mint
can easily be established. Come, dar
ling; let's go home. Remember you art
now your uncle's heir Internationally
and if you wish you can spend all you
fortune in saving the poor fellow"
Dorothy rose stiffly, and as placidl.
as one in a dream followed her aun
from the room and down to the car
rage.
Henri accompanied them to the door
and then crept sobbing and smiling
back to his own apartment.
, He had scarcely turned his back whe1
a man crawled out from behind heav.
curtain of little alcove. He wen
softly to the door, unattached it, ant
Slided out into the dimly-lighted cor
ridor. He turned q corner, and, going
Gown one of the darkest and narrowes
Railways on the same floor, he ap
preached a man sitting on a window
sill. #
81 know you are cold and tired" h
said. "But could not get away soon
en-" It was the voice of Minard Hen
bricks, and he was speaking to DR.
Iampkin. II found the door Of tn
studio open, and got in safely enough
1 was too late to see Gielow, and just a.
1 was about to come out Miss Hunting
ton and her aunt came in and turned
up the gas. had to lie low, but 1 over
heard what I'll bet the police will neve
get out of the artists servant. 1heart
Kim tell Miss Huntington that Gieloy
| had confessed to the murder"
AS they walked away through tn
lonely streets Hendricks recountet
| INFINITELY what had taken place in tn,