The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-05-26

that about Carleton, Maddy burst in- to weeping, and said it wasn't true. I said it was, and offered to prove it, end then we quarrelled. To you who may sound trivial, but it was not. We had most intense and fiery quarrel, and though probably our voices were not raised-that was not our way we were so furious with each other that we were practically beside our selves. Maddened, too, by jealousy, and by being baffled in my errand, I suddenly resolved to kill both my cousin and myself. I picked up the dagger and told her about what was going to do, being fully determined to stab her and then myself. She did not scream, she simply sat therein her superb beauty-her arm resting on the table, and said quietly, You dare not do it!'
 "This threw me into a frenzy, and with one thrust I drove the dagger home to her heart. She died without a sound, and I pulled out the dagger to turn it upon myself. But the sight of Madeleine's blood brought me to my senses. I dropped the dagger and new thoughts came rushing to my mind thick and fast. Madeleine was dead. could not bring her again to life. The fortune was now mine! Would I not be fool to kill myself? I'm not excusing these thoughts; I'm simply telling the thing as it occurred. turned and softly recrossed the hall, let myself down through the drawing-room fireplace, and was back in my room at the hotel without having met any one going or coming. At two o'clock, I was sum- moned over here by telephone, and I came. Miss Morton met me at the parlor, and as there was a bright of those miserable cachous on the carpet. I picked it up and concealed it, but it worried me, and when MT. Fessenden asked me the next day if had any, I said no. Now I have told you all. Wait-do not speak know you would say that I was a coward not to take my own life when I intended to. admit it; I was coward, but it is not too late for the deed"
 Before any one could move to pre- vent it Tom had grasped the dagger from the drawer where it was hid den and plunged it into his own breast. He sank down into the chair the very chair where Madeleine had died, and, dreadful as the occasion was, those who saw him could not but feel that it was just retribution.
 It was Schuyler Carleton who again started forward, and put his arm around the wounded man.
 '.Tom," he cried, "Oh, Tom, why did you do that?" Carleton then in voluntarily started to pull the dagger away, but Tom stopped him.
 Don't he said thickly, 'To pull that out will finish me. Leave 1t, and I have a few moments to live"
 ''rhat is true,'' said Fleming Stone. Some one telephone for doctor, hut do not disturb the weapon. MT. Willard, if you have anything to say, say it quickly"
 I will" said Tom quickly; "Fes- senden, you are a lawyer, will you draw up my will?
 Without word Rob caught up paper and pen, and prepared to take the last words of the dying man.
 Though not entirely in legal phras- ing, the will was completed, and aft CT general bequest to Fessenden himself, and directing all bills should be paid, and other minor matters of the sort, Tom Willard left the bulk of his fortune to Schuyler Carleton.
 That he said with almost his last breath, .'is only deed of jus tice, in the name of Madeleine and myself"
 Before the arrival of Doctor Hills, Tom Willard was dead. Seif-confess- ed, self-eonv:cted, self-punished; but his crime was discovered by Fleming Stone, and proved by means of a tiny