Connecticut western news., 1920-08-26


 ing restraint between Mir. Henry and my lady, great joy to me.
 This action resulted in the masters return to us, a great curse to the household; for In all matters of con- tention. though Mir. Henry might be right, the master had the trick Of set ting him in the wrong. He still de- manded money, and, to satisfy him, the entail was broken and a great piece of land sold; and all the while he ceased not to lay siege to the heart of Mrs Henry, carrying it on so deftly that I scarce knew If she was aware of 1t herself, she whom I doubt not still loved him.
 This brings me to the night when he laid the most unbearable of insults on MT. Henry. "I never knew a wom- an," said the master, "who did not prefer me, nor-I think-who did not continue to prefer me to you" At which Mir. Henry coldly struck him on the mouth.
 "A blowl" cried the master. 'T will not take blow from God Almighty must nave Dlood TOT this Y
 They fought beyond the shrubbery, I bringing the candles for them. From the first Mir. Henry showed himself the stronger, which so surprised and play, but got only the length of Mir. Henry's sword through the body. He fell, apparently lifeless.
 Mir. Henry shook with sobs- led him into the house, and told the old lord and my lady: but going back to bring In the body, found 1t gone. A good riddance. thought, whether dead or alive. but the nights work threw MT, Henry into a fever, and his mind was never again the same clear mind as of old.
 The old lord died, and to my lady and Mir. Henry, now my lord, was born boy, and to that boy my lord became slave, which had not been so with his first child, Katherine. He would pass by his wife as though she were a dog before the hearth to come at the boy. Without doubt this was in the nature of judgment on my lady, she who had been so cold so many years to every mark of his tenderness; but to me 1t was monstrous, and was em- boldened much as loved him, to say SO; but my saying so only served to send my lord sick to bed and to earn for me from my lord the word that was no better than an old maid.
 This brings me to that morning in April 1764, that the master returned to us again, this time with an Indian servant. With his return my lord and lady, urging them on, took ship for New York, where my lady had prop erty through her father. This voyage, so I thought, will at one stroke rid them of the master and weave them closer together.
 Twenty days 1t took the master to learn where they had gone; where upon he also sailed for New York, and I on the same ship, praying that she would go down, even with myself with her, if 1t would but take , the master also. looked forward with woe to the day he should set foot in New York but our ship was slow sailer, and other ships which sailed later arrived before us; so 1t hap pened that my lord had word of the masters coming and prepared for him. There was suspicion of more than one murder, 1t seems, to the masters hand during the earlier stay he made in America, and so LOW he found 1t bet ter business to leave New York and hunt In the wilderness for that treas ure which he had buried so many years before.
 At this time all the evil the master had done seemed borne in a flood upon my lords brain. He became moody and took to drink. There has been talk that he connived with the crew which the master had hired for his ex- petition, bribing the leaders to make way with his brother. There Is no evidence of that, but 1t is true that the masters Indian servant to save his life, as he said, did bury him alive, with the intent to resurrect and re- store him later by the agency of some secret oriental trick.
 My lord and a party, being of it, followed the master, and 1t was when the East Indian was lifting his body from the grave that we came upon them. I thought for a moment that the eyelids fLttered. Others say that the lips strove to speak, that his teeth showed through his beard, which may have been, for I was busy elsewhere, for at the first disclosure of the dead mans eyes, my lord had fallen to the ground. When I raised him he was a corpse.
 I buried him there; my iads laid an equal stone to each; and there where they died, side by side, they lie to this day.
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 The Boston Post.)