The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-05-22

ana QFOceeQeO to WI1Le III Cu0 4O1SAA- ger manner of the novice letter. And he wrote with entire frankness, un- afraid lest the nissive betray him .hts precautions were too carefully taken
 The greatest expert in machines would be unable to trace the peculiari- ties of type used only son this single occasion, which would thereafter, with its fellow already in his pocket, be cast, into the waters of the North river. So Andrew wrote freely, venting in words the hate that f1ared hot in his heart, barring his lust for revenge with brutal virulence, for he wrote to Cortland Wainwright, district attorney.
 When he had finished writing An drew went to the telephone and called a number. .The connection was made quickly.
 "You recognize the voice?'' he ask ed softly and very distinctly. "Well, then, you know the place. Come at once. There is work to be done. Yes, for the Master Mind"
 While he waited the coming of the one thus summoned Andrew took from his pocket a tiny mirror and a pencil and put 8 few lines to his face, which completely altered his expression. With the visor of the cap drawn low over his brows he felt that his dis guise was sufficient for the occasion. He smiled little grfmly as he thought of what would be the visitors amaze ment could the man but know that this messenger for the Master Mind here in the squalid room was in very truth the Master Mind himself
 On the morning following the sen tencing of Henry Allen, Dr. Forbes, the eminent alienist, whose sanatorium for the mentally diseased was famous throughout the civilized world. sat at breakfast with his friend, Cortland Wainwright, in that gentIenan's rath- CT sumptuous bachelor apartment in upper Madison avenue. The host, with the informa1ity of long intimacy, per mitted himself during pauses in a de- sultory conversation to glance over the letters stacked beside his plate. Pres ently he became so absorbed in one of these as not to hear question put to him by the physician, who, mildly as- tonished by this lack of attention on the others part, looked up from his omelet to learn the cause At the same moment Wainwright uttered an ejaculation of disgust
 'tNow, this sort of thing has gone far enoughi' he exclaimed wrat thful1y. His eyes flashed.
 "What's the matter. Cortland ?'' [ Forbes questioned pathetical1y. There was a professional soothing quality in his voice. Somebody else after your scalp, I suppose"
 Wainwright nodded somber1y. "Yes," he admitted; "a new one, and the worst yet, which is saying a good deal. Just listen to this letter. doctor. g
 The district attorney straightened out l the sheet of paper and proceeded to read the following communication aloud with indignant emphasis: Cortland Wainwright, Esc., District At torneys New York City:
 | Sir-In spite of my previo1s letters to J you. in spite of all my arguments, my prayers. nay threats. you have chosen to 1 got ahead with your prosecution of Henry ] Allen, in whose behalf have tried to ] intercede with you. You have succeeded 1 in your efforts to destroy an innocent boy. 1 He was right to kill the man who came 1 by/stea1th into his home to betray his i honor. In his just rage over the first dis | covery of the shame put on him by such black treachery he shot the villain and l killed him. You might web have done the 1 same in like case. And because he did l that, the natural, the human. manly 1 thing, he is to die at the hands of the | law-thanks to you. 1 Without your vicious bitterness in press 1 ing the accusation against him, he would have been acquitted in all probability, fol l the men on juries, though they may be | stupid, are, after all, men, with the prin- | tive passions of men, with some regard for the sanctity of the home At least he would have escaped, with term of i'm prisonment But that would not content | you.
 , Your personal ambition demanded tho 1 lads life as a blood sacrifice. BecauS1 l there has been much outcry in the sensa tion mongering papers of the country l against some failures to punish murder | when the unwritten law has been pleaded 1 in justification, you thought this capita l opportunity to pat a feather in your cal | to daunt before the pub1ic-the voterst- by securing the conviction of Henry Al1e1 | and condenning him to the extreme pen | atty of the law-death. Well, you havt may, for you. too, must expiate you
 crime. shah see to thai have thu
 Isksure, the means, the mind, the will. u | punish you-and I shall. Make rais
 take, sir. These not the idle vapor 1 ings of some one with a grudge. l giv' l you the precise assurance that you vii
 be made to suffer with the suffering tn, 1 most dreadful to you. The signature
 put to the end of this letter will be suf
 ncient evidence to you that am compe
 tent to the task.
 toward one I love. In turn, shall tea l yours and crush 1t under my feet. shaI not hurry the work. Time will be re
 qutred to make my vengeance compIete
 to think that have forgotten or swerve( I one whit from my purpose, Mcfose il
 this letter q white card From time t
 time. wherever you may chance to be
 you will receive like white card Whel
 my plans are matured you will hav'
 warning of the fact given you in the forn
 of a red card in place of the forme
 white ones And, at the end, a blacl
 card will tell you that the hour of you 1 punishment is at hand.
 Such, MT. District Attorney. is the mat
 ter between you and me.
 THE MASTER MIND.
 Dr. Forbes listened to the reading o
 this extraordinary missive with clos
 attention, which nevertheless did no
 prevent a professional consideration o
 the manner displayed by Wainwrigh
 under circumstances so unusual and s
 sinister He observed with keen az
 preciatfon the fundamental strengt