Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1907-09-28

all submit In. We must be searched'
None brt the guilty can feel annoyed
at this proposal.
CharlNs Hoffman started up.
"By beayensl I'd sooner die!'
Another was on the same opinion,
and objected to undergoing an opera
ton, which, at the very least, implied
a doubt. Poor Ethel grew very pale,
He glanced appealingly toward Sell
den, who now rose.
LET the door be locked" he said,
in a grave voice; 'let 1t be we'll Sc
| cured"
1t was done.
Nov, gentlemen, you must either
acknowledge the correctness of the
measure | adopt, or |, the disciple Of
Juggling science, perish!" and he
drew from his pocket a small pistol
Nay, start not, my friends; against
myself alone | mean to use this
weapon, and that only in case |
wrongfully accuse an individual now
present. You may remember, before
dinner | phrenologically examined
you all. There was little to say about
you generally; but there was one
among you in whom | could not be
mistaken-one whom l wished not to
have named-whose presence ever
since has made me shudder. l see
the gentleman to whom | allude al
ready turns pale. Nay, attempt not
to smile. l am either a villain for
allowing a false theory to mislead
me, or you, Charles Hoffman, are
both robber and murderer!
A thunderbolt would have caused
less CONSERVATION. The baron start
ed up in rage and agony. The prince
thought that Selden had suddenly
gone mad, while the others looked
with searching glances alternately at
Selden And Charles. The former had
now resumed his chair, the latter
sat, pale, immovable. What would
it all come to?
Baron Ethel was about to speak
in no gentle terms to the man who
had thps insulted his future son-in-
law, when Selden, waving his hand,
quietly said:
Search him"
The aaron, in his eagerness to de-
fend his protege from any one who
should attempt to do so, sprang for
ward; but Hoffman, mistaking his
purpose. let fall the snuffboX on the
table.
The worthy old man sank, over
whelmed, into a chair. For a few
moments there was deathlike pause.
The company seemed petrified, while
the trembling Charles struggled
fiercely 70 subdue his emotions. At
length, as if overcome by the tor
ments of conscience, he staggered up,
and inCoherently cried:
THE hand of God is on me!
would, but l cannot escape His judg-
ment. Professor Selden speaks the
truth. ] am a robber and a MUIR
derer: Under the name of Gratz l
woOed and won the lovely maid of
whom we spoke just now. In mad
ness l espoused her. Tired, however,
in a few days, of being tied for life
" OhC SuuCdI6u anu lOWDOTH, near
ing that Minna Ethel possessed I'M
bounded wealth, and knowing that
my rustic wife alone presented an
obstacle to my marrying this fair
heiress, slew her, yea, cruelty slew
her, and caused her innocent lover to
be seized. AS for the robbery, l can
only sayr l have long headed a bold
band, whom even now I'll not betray.
oh, that cursed box was too brilliant.
Some spoil lurked in it which drew
me with force l could not resist,
and lnre1 me to my ruin. But I
laugh at fate-I am prepared"
Before any one could prevent him
he had swallowed the contents of a
vial of p1ussic acid, and fell back in
the agonies of death.
Three months afterward Selden
and Minna Ethel were married.
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