The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1899-01-06

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AL, Sou have come, Brett! i knew
you worlt. Good God, isn' t it awhile,
And he ba-ied lis face Ill his hands
thin, wasted hands.
bad tloternilen to find cut at this
Interview wlsesDer there was possible
chance Of l4 being innocent, SO after
few minutes I asked the brutal qpas-
tion:
"What on earth possessed you to kill
her, Fenton?''
He drewsbcck as if / had struck him.
Then he looked as me steadily, and re-
piled:
Brett, thought you knew mel I
murder Harriet? would have given
my life willingly for hers at any mo-
ment. Brett, by all that is holy. / swear
have nothing to do with her 6leath''
Tell me all that happened that aw-
full night, l rejoined. "We are NOV
ing heaven and earth for evidence. Per-
. haps you may give me clew.'
Its weary work going over it all
again, Brett. Harriet and had been
out for walk together, and as we turn
ed toward Spiege!eisen' s / again urged
her to give some reason for refusing to
marry me. She would not do SO, and
told me she wished would leave her
forever, as ! was only making us both
unhappy by my persistence. There was
Just enough in her words, or, rather, her
tones, to make me hope, and 1 caught
hold Of her hand and begged her to pity
me. She tried to withdraw it from my
grasp, but ! would not yield it. And
this suppose some passerby took for
quarrel. could not make her alter her
discrimination, and SO left her. / had
not gone far away-certainly not more
than a score of yards-when heard a
smothered cry and dull thud. look
ed back to see Harriet on the ground
and a man running away. rushed to
her assistance, and the first thing saw
was that cruel weapon in her breast. In
the agony of my despair tried to with
draw the dagger. but the hilt broke off,
and at that moment you came up. You
know the rest.
And the man?'' asked. 'Could
not you describe him?"
Impossible. 1t was dark at the time
and my thought was all for my poor
love. He lefe absolutely no impression
on my mind"
My heart sank as / heard him speak,
If this was all he could say, felt there
was indeed no hope for him, for what
jury would believe such statement,
unsupported by title of proof, in face
of all the evidence against him? / was
eager to know him to be innocent, not
only for his sisters sake, and because
my marriage depended upon it, but be-
cause liked the lad, yeti will honest
" confess, when he told me what had
occurred, did not believe him. am
afraid my face must have shown what
, felt, for he looked at me in panied,
troubled way, as much as to say, eff
you, my friend, doubt me, what can
expect from those who do not know
me?" But such thoughts were unprofit-
able. l came in search of a clew, and as
yet he had given me none.
Can you tell me anything about her
people:" asked. 'The police seem ut
terly at fault, and according to them
she was quite alone in the world. -
Fenton shook his head.
'sShe could not have been without
relatives aud friends, but she would
never speak about them.'
But why?' asked. "What was the
mystery about her, George?"
/ do not know. / felt there was q
mystery all along but did not think I
had any Eight to find out more than she
chose to tell me, and that was little
enough. She never mentioned her IA
Their or mother, or. in fact, anything Of
her past life. Sometimes tried to lead
her on to the subject, but she always
seemed to scent danger and kept clear
of all personal matters. This thing
know at any rate-she was Of gentle
birth and certainly had never been
brought up with the idea of being
servant. Not only did learn it by her
many accomplishments-painting, mu-
sic. singing, languages-which she
went out of her way to hide from me,
but which, nevertheless, would keep
cropping up-but from her manner Of
looking at everything, one could see
she spoke from standpoint far above
the position i'll which she was placed.
II pictured her, Duncan, brought up
in refined English home, in easy cir
cumstances, with every social and IT,