The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1902-02-22

1T is all a riddle to me-" said the
physician; perhaps you can solve it.
lie has committed suicide-that is, he
has made an attempt on his life, but
he has not quite succeeded"
He was very foolish" remarked the
earl. Even the fact that his confiden-
tial steward had attempted to destroy
his own life seemed to him a matter of
less moment than the fact that his
wife loved him.
Dr.. Randall looked uneasily at the
unconscious face.
May I speak on private matter?"
he said
"Certainly,' was the quick reply. II
have no secrets from my relative, Sir
Raoul."
II cannot quite understand it, con-
tinued the DOCTOR They sent for me,
and when l reached the house I found
that Blantyre had attempted to take
his life. I will not tell you Nowhere
is no need to add to a list of horrors.
| found him dying, not dead; he is
dying now. His only cry was for
you, Lord Caraven; he wanted to see
YOU"
II do not in the least desire to see
him. said the earl, quickly. Frankly
speaking, doctor, repentant sinners and
death beds are not much in my line.
| could do him no good"
Perhaps nol-yet he gave me no
rest until l had promised to ask you to
60 and visit him-no rest at all. The
strange part of the story has to come,
Lord Caraven. 1t was not poacher
who fired the shot-it was himself. We
have this time done the poachers an
injustice"
The doctor was not prepared for the
effect of his words. The earl sprang
from his chair, rushed across the room
and seized him by the arm.
Say that again. he cried. John
Blantyre fired that shot,"
so he says" replied the doctor. He
gasped the story out to me in broken
hated her; and last night l shot her
by the edge of the lake. I shot her
through the heart, and I saw her fall,
and"
1T is impossible!" cried the earl
The man must have been delirious!
He never saw Lady Hamilton in his
life-how could he hate herr"
THAT is the strangest part of the
story" said the doctor. "He insists in
saying that he shot Lady Caraven.
cannot understand the matter?'
II do put in Sir Raoul, calmly.
'Blantyre was dismissed at Lady Car
aven's desire, and he swore to be re-
venged upon her. This is his revenge
he has shot Lady Hamilton, believ-
ing her to be the countess.
1T is impossible!" repeated the earl
They are so different. Lady Hamilton
is fair, the countess dark-he could not
mistake them"
Suddenly re re- remembered that it was
in the semi-darkness of the night that
the occurrence had happened, and Lady
Hamilton was wrapped in silvery
veil. Could he have mistaken them?
The doctor shook his head.
II do not understandable is, as I have
ly advise you, Lord Caraven, to see the
man; that is the only way to clear up
the mystery"
There is no mystery" said Sir Ra-
oul. 1T is as l say, the man intended
to murder Lady Caraven-by mistake
he has shot Lady Hamilton. How he
mistook them is perhaps a mystery,
+1o+ 1~1x
MIN. Go, Ulric.'
YES" responded Lord Caraven, Il
will go-1 will go with you, doctor, if
you are ready. Raoul, it would be as
well not to mention this
You may rely upon me- said his
friend
The doctor and the earl quilted the
room together. The carriage was Or
lered, and they drove at once to Court
Raven.
They were not long in finding Blan-
Tyres house, and before long the earl
stood by the death bed of his late
steward The mans dying face was
turned toward him, his dying eyes
cleaned as they recognized him.
MY lOlu, uc SdAu, YOU were always
Kind to me. Her ladyship ruined me
she turned me away-and 1 hated
her. l would not harm one hair of
your head; but I have killed her; and
[ am not sorry, I am 'glad.''
Whom have YOU killed?" asked the
earl, calmly.
The dying man glared.
Whom? The countess of Caraven
the beautiful, proud, imperious woman
who, with one wave of her hand, sent
me to ruin-I have killed her.
"How did you kill herr" inquired the
earl.
A wild laugh came from the mans
lips.
How? have watched and waited
many a long day. I have stood in the
high road when she passed by, but new
ar until the other night did I get one
chance. I could have shot her dead a
hundred times, but would not, lest in
raking her life I took also the life nf
one who had never harmed me- I hat
ed her because she ruined me. She