The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-12-22

10 cOA-. Daniels, in his old campaign jacket his hat beside him. his scanned. rugged face upturned. lay dead at our feet. 8 knife wound in his throat. Just be yond, with head slightly uplifted on g protuberance of rock. lay woman her slender figure draped in a faded red wrapper. her gray. struggling locks half concealing her face. Between them was the knife. a thin bladed. deadly poniard.
 The stupefaction of horror gripped US as we stood staring down at the sight. For a moment no one of us grasped the full meaning of this clos ing tragedy. Then Donald knelt and touched the bodies.
 "Both dead" he said soberly and looked up at us. ''No doubt Daniels died first from the knife wound, but ne must have reached her in the strug gle. hurling her down with him. As she fell her head struck the rock and the knife dropped from her hand" Tenderly he pressed back the gray l hair, revealing the woman's face. Death had softened its expression. giv- mg a younger look. yet even now 1t Retained the appearance of suffering. ] A throb of pity came to me as I looked. "I remember her now" Donald said gravely. "But how the years have changed her! Calvert. she was your mother"
 l For answer Dunn dropped upon his knees and bowed his held over the mo- i donless body.
 We bore the bodies out by the way of the cabin entrance, taking them ! both into the main house. Dunn re mained with his mother. thoroughly broken down by this revelation. and Lucille joined him. Donald himself forgetful Of the feud. went to Maria with the news of her husbands deatt i and brought her and the eldest boy back with him to sit beside the body ] There remained nothing for me to do and. depressed and lonely. I returned i to the deserted library and waited. | was still prisoner. and l won i dered what Donald intended to do witt i me. Without doubt he understood by now my connection with Jean, and h. might not feel SO lenient toward me {. Where was Jean?, Could she be avoid ing me, ashamed of her avowal ane fearful lest I should have taken hel hasty words seriously? Donald migh
 have convinced the girl it was better 1 we should never meet again.
 The whole thing came to me in 8 flash. Donald had reason to fear Dunn and not me. My marriage tc Jean Denslow was service which hG
 was willing to repay. Previous to my appearance the love between these two was hopeless. the girls father ia
 voring Dunn's suit and forcing her tt O immediate marriage. l had blocked
 that by pure accident. Delay was in evitable. for the form of a divorce
 would have to be gone through witt
 before Dunn could again claim her
 All this was to the advantage of Don
 aid. His only immediate desire wouli
 be to get rid of me. leaving him 1T
 possession of the field. It was no
 pleasant to think about-to realize
 that the girl was being played with fl
 this manner and that l was utterly
 helpless. If she cared for me the sit
 uation would be different. but my lov,
 was Of no service while her heart be
 longed to another. Played with? Be
 yond question she was part of th'
 play. acting her role at Donald's die
 tation. as anxious as he was that
 should disappear from the stage.
 I had reached this gloomy conclu
 sion when the man himself came in
 closing the door behind him and cross
 ing the room to stand with his bacl
 toward me looking out of the window Finally he turned and looked at me
 his own face in the shadow.
 King" he said gravely, "as a Con