The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-08-31

Uwn falner. You VIII understand net.
ter how the second paroxysm attacked
me in his room when learned that
the man who had stolen my Lilian's
heart was my own brother and thAt
thus, in spite Of my self sacrifice, the
offspring of my beloved would have
heritage Of crime which traced back
to my own progenitor. You will COM
prehend with what fendish joy ]
A sprang upon the man who was at once
4 the author of my being and Of all my
suffering and wrongs. You will see
why took the will which deprived
my brother of one-half Of his fortune.
That is the story of the killing of Mat
thew Mora. Was it murder? Twill
not ask for the verdict Of my fellow
men, but will abide by the decision of
my Maker
'There is still one point which
would like to have explained" said
Mr.. Barnes. Morals valet positively
asserts that he saw his master in the
house that night and that he helped
him to dress in the plaid suit. How do
you account for that?"
very easily" said Preacher Jim.
1.-THE valet only tells this story at my
request. After the death Of Slippery
Sam fully decided upon my own
course. Upon one thing, however,
was determined-this man Mora, my
own half brother, should right the
wrong which he had done to Lillian.
knew of his visits to the rich girl up
town and feared that it might be diff
ficult to cdarce him. The valet is a
member Of our organization, and there
fore it was easy for me to gain his CO.
operation, and he readily consented to Z
tell you the story which convinced you,
Mr.. Barnes, that Mora was guilty.
Thus hoped to have you arrest him,
and when once more in custody Il
would have been able to bring him to-
terms by offering him his liberty,
which he could only have obtained
through my confession"
"What will you do now?" asked Mr..
Barnes.
"Ah that is simple! Thanks to Mr..
Mitchell, my Lillian is now a lawful
wife, with her babe restored to her.
You see, know all at last. Ny inhu-
man father is dead. My poor mother
lies in her grave Why should 1 live
longer? Mr.. Barnes, deliver myself
to you as your prisoner
mo, no, Mr.. Barnes!' cried Mr..
Mitchell. do not touch him. This
man shall go forth from my house, as
he entered it, free man."
"You are wrong, Mr.. Mitchell, though
I thank you most sincerely. I must
surrender to the law Why not let Mr..
Barnes have the glory Of seeming to
haye unraveled the mystery and claim
Morals proffered reward?''
II should not make such claim"
retorted the detective.
No; think you are more honest
man." said Preacher Jim. But if you
hand me over to the authorities you
will receive credit, and thus shall do
some good in the world. Besides, you
have sufficiently earned Morals money
\ and ought to have it,
4 @But why should you give yourself
up at ALP" argued Mr.. Mitchell. .sYou
have suffered SO much that it would be
an injustice for you to suffer more''
1T is inevitable, and lit is best. You
! forget that have committed second
murder. killed Slippery Sam That,
too, was in moment Of uncomfortable
emotion. had just witnessed the
death of my mother. l went forth in
/ to the street and ran along aimlessly.
4 BY chance approached your doorway,
and l saw Slippery Sam leave your
house. Instantly jumped to the con-
clusion that he had betrayed me, for
he knew the truth. He knew when
took the plaid suit and when return
ed it. In fact, he knew everything.
In the disordered state of my mind it
was impossible for me to reason calm
~. seized Sam by the throat. He
had knife in his hand. wrenched
it from him and killed him. As he fell
the cunning of the beast-no; the cum
ming of the man who is worse than
beast-came to me. I knew that you
would know Of this murder committed
SO near your house. / recalled the ar
guments and theories that we had ex-
changed, and I slipped the will into
the poor dying boys pocket that you
might find it there and be mystifed."
1T did puzzle me for time" admit
ted Mr.. Mitchell.
"And so, you see," said Preacher
Jim, almost YEARLY, "the end must
come now. l cannot permit myself to
live longer. My father was a Sadist.
The love Of cruelty which made him
strangle poor defenseless monkey,
which caused him once to tie boy up
| by his thumbs in garnet and leave
him there until he tainted, which
prompted him to. pinch and kick and
otherwise torture children and ami
mails, has been transmitted to me, his
firstborn, his abandoned son, in a more
virulent form. Twice I have yielded
to the craving for blood. Twice have
taken human life. I am fiend in hui
man guise, beast, monster Moth
ing is left for me on earth. No human
love can be mine. For me there is no
charity, no reformation, no salvation.