Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-09-23


 T heard signs aud bitter groans, wit now and then murmured prayed broken by low wailing, in which caught the name of Francis. And still possibly on account of the utterance o this name, I thought the woman nea me to be Miss Futile, and even wen so far as to imagine the cause of be suffering if not the nature of her re tribution Words succeeded cries ans I caught phrases expressive of flea and some sort of agonized hesitation Once these broken calculations wer interrupted by dull sound. Some thing had dropped to the bare f1ooI We shall never know what it was, bu have no doubt that it was the pisto and that the marks of dust to be found on the connecting ribbon were mad by her own fingers in taking it again il her hand. (You will remember tha these same fingers had but a few min utes previous groped their way aloni the walls.) For her voice soon took different tone, and such unintelligibl phrases as these could be heard issu ing from her partly paralyzed lips:
 I must! can never meet his ey again alive. He would despise- Brav enough to--to-another' blood # cow when-own. Oh, God, forgive Then another silence, during which almost made up my mind to interfefd then loud report and flash so efAI' ting and unexpected that I recoil@d during which the room Ieaped inItN sudden view she, too, Veronica, witt baby face drawn and set like woIE an's-then darkness again and hea1 fall which shook the floor, if not nA hard old heart. The flash and thAk fall enlightened me. had just wi messed the suicide of the last Moor saving myself, suicide for which was totally unprepared and one whic I do not yet understand.
 sI did not go over to her. She wa as dead when she fell as she eve would be. Tn the flash which lit laF erything had seen where her piskd was pointed. Why disturb her, then Nor did return upstairs I had eml interest now in anything but my owl escape from a situation more or leA compromising. Do you blame me ids this? I was her heir, and was when I had no legal right to be Do yo think that was called upon to puI fish my shame and tell how lingere there while my own niece shot herse before my eyes? That shot made me millionaire. This certainly was ex citement enough for one day. Besides l did not leave her there neglected notified you later after had got m breath and had found some excusd That wasn't enough? Ah, I see tha you are all models of courage and magnanimity. You would have laid yourselves open to every reproach ratk CT than let little necessary perjur. pass your lips. But am no model ! am simply an esd man who has beel too hardly dealt with for seventy lon years to possess every virtue. mad mistake-I see it now trusted a dol when I shouldn't if RudRe had not seen ghosts-well, what now 2''
 We had, one and all, with an inyoN untary impulse turned our backs upo him.
 What are you doingY' he hotly d manded.
 "Only what all Washington will q tomorrow and afterward the lwhol world" gravely returned the majoI Then, as an ejaculation escaped the tonished millionaire, he inpressiveI added: "A perjury which allows an il nocent man and woman to remain uI der Ine suspicion or murder for dyI weeks is one which not only the laT has right to punish, but which all sd cety will condemn. Henceforth yo will find yourself under ban MI Moore" Time amply verified thi prophecy. MT. Moore is living In grea style in the Moore house and drive horses which are conspicuous even | Washington, but no one accepts h4 invitations, and he is as much of a rs cIuse in his present mansion as he evsK was in the humble cottage in which hl ( days of penury were spent.
 My story ends here. The matter neR CT came before the grand jury. suicid& had been proved, and there the affaa rested.
 THE END.