The Savannah morning news., 1901-09-24

Janeway on the evening of his return.
he was handsome boy, and watch
ing the eager, happy young face, an
odd feeling of pity stirred within me
at the thought of the establishment
that awaited him. tried to give him
hint. by supposing a hypothetical
case, but only succeeded in boring
him.
He was half way out of the coach
at the first whistle for 'Fairglades.
l turned and stood still in the road
gazing after the 1.-the young figure
that swung off through the twilight
in the direction of the Sherwood home,
with feeling of coming evil that 1
could not Danish
An hour later, as l was sitting
down to supper, Sherwoods' Jim came
running up the street. He leapt the
low gate and in at the window
DIR. Bridges, Mistah Rod Janeway
done shot hisself in de majahs par
lah.'
II found it only too true. When I
reached him he was lying across the
hearth rug, the revolver still gripped
in the chilling hand. The only witness
was Miss Sherwood, and for the time
she refused to be seen.
AT the majors request I remained.
The old man was stricken, as if a
physical blow had been dealt him.
He honestly loved the boy, and when
the undertaken would have removed
the body. he insisted that it remain in
the house.
Little was ever known of the trag-
edy The prominence of the families
involved caused it to be hushed up very
quickly, and the circumstances re-
manned a mystery. Janeway had ar
rived, apparently, in the best of spir-
its, and had been met at the door by
Jim, and ushered into the parlor A
few minutes later, after Miss Sherwood
had joined him, pistol shot rang
through the house.
The major was the first to reach
them. Janeway lay as l found him,
quite dead. Miss Sherwood was
crouched behind the portieres, speech
less with terror.
1.-THE major sat with me the better
part of the night. About o'clock 1
sent him upstairs for a little sorely-
needed rest. and seeing that all was
quiet, concluded to go on the verandah
for a smoke.
LAS 1 stood in the hall. there was a
rustic on the stairway. turned
quickly. To my utter amazement,
Miss Sherwood was coming down the
steps in full evening dress. She
glided past me into the room where
Janeway's body lay. In her hair, and
on her breast were great clusters of
rich red roses that cleaned blood
like, against the white satin of her
gown.
mot caring to intrude, waited at
least 20 minutes, and was just settling
to a fresh cigar, when the house re-
sounded with a blood curdling Shrek.
In less time than 1 can tell it, the
room was filled with people.
Miss Sherwood had fallen across
the coffin, from which she had re-
moved the glass. Her face was hor-
ribly contorted, and her body rigid in
CONFUSION. One after another these
lasted for an hour, and the day was
breaking before 1 could safely leave
her.
81 turned into the parlor for last
look at poor Janeway. The glass had
been replaced, but as I stood there
looking down at him, something diff
ferent about the hands attracted my
attention. l then unscrewed the lid,
and saw that was not mistaken. The
right hand, from which we had taken
the revolver, and then had straight
ened and folded into the other, was
now tightly clenched upon the
crushed petals of a deep red rose. . .
Here, Tom. bring me some hot wa
ter. Try a lemon sling, Andrews"