The Carlisle independent., 1909-01-14

wall, Sha said, and somebody is dy- ing, and they are iR great hurry"
 He found that it was his office-maid at the other end, who said that MT. William Marsh had telephoned from his fathers house, asking that Dr. Furnivall come there at once, drop ping everything else, as his brother Everett was in a dying condition, and it was hoped that he could be made to speak before his death and save the family name. Within ten minutes Dr. Furnivall arrived there, to find that the wounded man had been shot twice instead of once only, the other bullet having entered the abdomen. It was this wound that had taken a fata! turn, and the moment that the physi- clans praeticed eye fell upon the vic tims features he knew that his very minutes were numbered. But he aaw something more Ant" he breathed. after one long, earnest scrutiny of the eyes, hands and conformation of the head. He looked at the brothers. Well, it's the only way cut of it. he said to himself, and it will stop all further annoyance of anybody else. Then removing his spectacles he hela the sick mans eyes with his own and asked:
 MT. Marsh, who shet you and your father?"
 A slow, wan smile came into the pallid face, and with slight shake of the head the dying man replied:
 Nobody will find that out from me.
 You realize. do you, that the odium of this crime will always cling to your family, unless you name the guilty person."
 No he said, quickly, not so, for nothing can be proyed-and-and-"
 His eyes, fixed on the doctors, al first glared wildly, then a look of sur prise passed into them, which yielded almost immediately to an expression of deep peace A sigh parted the gray lips, his form relaxed from the her vous tension to which it evidently had been strained. a light as of perfect content spread over his face. and then he continued in a monotCnous tone, as if it were a matter of no conse quence:
 T shot father, and then myself"
 The brothers gave an incredulous cry.
 He is out of his headi" gasped Will liam. Why, the thing is absolutely impossible"
 It's an outrage to make man" began Henry. But Dr. Furnivall went on imperturbably, holding the calm eyes with his own.
 Why did you do it?''
 'I loved my father and could not bear to sec him made fool of. He had paid a woman s50,000 to promise to marry him, and she cared nothing for him-despised him in fact, and would have humiliated him to death. l ofen demonstrated with him, talking for hours, but it was of no use. he would not listen--the first time he ever refused my counsel in my life. l knew she must be a schemer, or she never would have entered into such a contract, and l told him that if he would put a watch upon her he would find that she was giving the price of his foolishness to some other lover. This reused his jealousy, and he sent for detective But thinking it all over I came to the conclusion that the best way would be to end it all at once. so that neither of us need have any more trouble forever. So I bought a revolver and shot him. and then shot myself twice, for wished to go to the dark shore with him and look after him there, as I have always done here Poor old man, He is nearly out of all his perplexities now, for l shall soon be with him. But of course l would not confess, because I would not place the burden of being brothers to a known murderer on William and Hen ry. I tore off my watch. and streweG the papers in the safe around to giye the impression of robbery
 He ceased speaking, and as the brothers stood sobbing the death rat tie came into his throat
 He was a delusional paranoiac, wasn't he?" whispered the attending physician to Dr. Furnivall.
 "Yes-with hallucinatory confusion. He was born insane The wonderful thing is that though he carried the stamp of his disease on his face he has lived all these years among men without their finding 1t out
 Copyright. 1908. by w C. Chapman
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