The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1899-1900, 1899-03-15

where has he gone to?" she demand
cd. Speak, l sayl"
Henri looked inquiringly at Dorothy,
ard perceiving that she was hanging
on his reply, said:
II don'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
her lover had brought from the hills of
Palestine. Presently she leaned for
ward.
Henri, you must tell me all you
know" she said, firmly. Il am his
friend. You know l can be trusted"
81 know that well, Miss Dorothy"
his accent betraying just the fainltest
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 heidi it for your sake" :"
"Did it for my sake!" muttered the
girl, and there she paused. 1t looked
as if she were afraid that Henri's hext
words would furnish positive confiTma-
tion OF her worst fears.
"If 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 It is
be has ruined himself for all time"
The man buried his face in his tense
hands and rocked back and forth in
storm of emotion.
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 l hope-I almost
hope that master was out of his head"
"Great God!" exclaimed Dorothy, un-
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"
"Are 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."
Then it is true!" gasped the serv-
ant. "My mate not only told me about
IT, but | overheard him confessing it
to Count Bantinni. The count was
asking him all the particulars, and then
l heard the count say: Now you must
tell Henri. Tell him you did it, and
then remember you must make your
escape
"Then some one rang for me, and
came in. Master was walking up and
down the room tearing his hair and
crying and swearing terribly. He was
like a madman. He would take hold oi
a statue and choke itend yell out: oh,
I've got you now, you black-hearted
roue! II l can't have her she shall be
free from your dirty clutches! Then
he turned as l entered and started to
fly at me with the fury of tiger, but
the count caught him and drew him
back. ~
"'Tell him now,' said the count; tell
him about the murder
"And then master grew calmer and
told me a frightful story, such an un-
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 few things. More dead than alive
l obeyed, and then they went away
together"
"Where did they go?" asked the
heiress. tr."a.
81 don't know" e.
"The poor fellow was insane" said
Mrs. Winfret, comfortingly, as she put
her arm round the shoulders Of her
niece. Even If he is caught and
brought back his ppsoundness of mind
can easily be established. Come, dar-
ling; let's go 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 jstiffly, and as placidly
as one in a dream followed her aunt
from the room and down to the car
riage.
Henri accompanied them to the door,
and then crept sobbing and shifting
back to his own apartment.
He had scarcely turned his back when
a man erawled out from behind heavy
curtain of a little alcove. He went
softly to the door, unlatched it, and
glided out into the dimly-lighted cor
ridor. He turned corner, and, going
down one OF the darkest and narrowest
Railways on the same floor, he APP
preached man sitting on q window
sill.
II know you are cold and tired" he
said. But could not get away soon
err" 1t was the voice of Minard Hen
dricks, aud he was speaking to DR..
Lampkin. II found the door of the
studio open, and got in safely enough.
was too late to see Gielow, and just as
| was about to come out Miss Hunting
ton and her aunt came in and turned
up the gas. l had to lie low, but over
heard what I'll bet the police will never
get out Of the artists servant. Iheard
him tell Miss Huntington that Gielow
had confessed to the murder"
As they walked away through the
lonely streets Hendricks recounted
minutely what had taken place in the
studio.
He'll never hang for It IL he is
caught" was the doctors comment
when his friend had concluded. 1T is
plain that he is as mad as march hare"
The detective reserved his opinion on
that point, and Lampkin studied his
face in no little surprise. Hendricks
paused, struck match on a wall and
lighted cigar. He held two in his
/ hand hut he was tno nuch ahsnrhpd IN