The Newtown bee., 1900-06-01
Another Woman Helped

went to him and tried them all, and there at last was necessitated to leave him. The following morning quite expecting to find him there still. I drove by in my but the sill was vacant, the wooden shutters of the shop were closed and across them was scrawled in white chalk, "For rent" Poor Curley! his looks haunted me, and felt present. ment that Roderic would come up with him at last and probably kill him, for though couldn't clearly make out the young mans design, saw he had & mania, and must in time become ire sponsible for hia actions. It was & fine spring day, recall, and just previously to starting for my drive had received through an agent 8 charming little figure of Ophelis; what treat it would have been, thought, to discuss it's merits with Curley y!-thst is Curiey of old.
 But Ophelia, with her gentle, but pa thetically waVering glance, had looked down upon me from her pedestal for full nine months before heard 8 word of Curley. It was 8 mid-winter night. I had just settled down to my book beside the shaded light of the library, when I was summoned to speak to man who had refused to enter further that the hallway.
 "What sort of looking man?' I in. quired.
 "Tall and shabby" the servant in- formed me; "yeungish, rather than old. ish."
 instantly thought of Curley. But Cur. ley 1t was not; it was Roderic Cleaver.
 "Well, Roderic," greeted kindly, and forestal Hing, as supposed, his errand, II am truly glad you have thought better of my offer. Come within and we will talk over ways and means"
 "You are right in one way, doctor, :" he replied. "I have come for your bounty I-but for another"
 "Very well,"I reioined, wishing tc humor him; tive will see what can bt done for your friend afterward."
 "But his case must come first, doctor he is 8 dying man." I started and looked at him fixedly by the hall light. Hs appeared grieved, but calm. "Cleaver ? I began,-and intended to finish, appre bend you in the name of the lsw,"-whe1 it rushed in upon me that perbsp something might yet be done for poo ICurley, and I substituted, "Tske me tt the apot, wherever 1t may be-"
 He took down my cloak from it's peg wrapped it closely about me, and with out exchanging another word, we passed out into the night. It was cold anc bluste ring, but not wet, and as VI hurried along under the skurrying clouds holding our hats from the wind, Clesvel kept steadily too far in advance for me tt question him but when at last he halted and turned to look back for me, knew we had reached our destination, and found myself on familiar ground. Hert were the abodes, humble, but decent, oi the mechanical classes, the same, many of them, that had visited in the early days of my medical practice. Cleavel led the way into a house, through { room, up stairway, down 8 passage finally softly opening the door of bed chamber-his own, I immediately In ferred from the overalls suspended or the wall, and ladder, bucket and somt brushes in corner. Was he attempting to conceal his crime? Without & mo ment's hesitation I followed him within shut the door behind me, and approached 8 cot bedstead, upon which lay closely covered figure.
 Fifteen minutes later knew all ther, was to know. It was CurleY, breathing though unconscious, and there was no 8 wound on him; my old ear was no what it had been to me in medical prac tice, but it was still keen enough to dis tinguish the labored and halting put sations of his hes Tt as the ebbing tide O. life receding from the shores of time.
 "Well, my msn,"I said. turning tt Cleaver, who near at hand had been in. tently watching my examination, "yor have killed him, I find, but without the use of dagger or pistol"
 He shrank gloomily away from the  cot, and took seat in 8 far cerRer of the room beside little heater upon the top of which something was steaming-soup, I conceived. Seeing some phials on 8 little table at the foot of the couch, ] sought and found among them something in the nature of restorative, and this ad. ministered sat down by the patient te await the end. l The heavy silence that followed was broken by Roderic speaking from his seat, and in low and injured tones.
 "Dr Blank" he said, II suppose should not have expected anything differ ent from you, but I did. Heaven knows, and that poor fellow over there knows, that since the day I met you in Low street to the present moment, Pve never given him any trouble. If had caught him that day 1t might have been different, but he escaped me by the roadway. and I had time to think over what you said, especially your offer to lend me all the money wanted without any security