The Stockton Examiner, and South Durham and North Yorkshire Herald. — 1879-06-21 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

LIFE-LONG  :‘I YSTERY::  BLIGHTED REVENGE  ly A. M.  CHAPTER XX, contime,d.  1' You must lmintoxicated?"  "No ; I have no need to stuinfy myself—l have no remorse to stifle—no conscience to pacify But we waste time. I will not bandy words with you; accuse you of the murder al your husband, Philip Herman., better known as l'rofessor Hermann !"  Madame laughed scornfully. " My dear Miss Crabbe, you have quite mistaken your vocation; you ought not to kayo been a Bcam*tress."  --"fought to be what I am—the resolute avenger of my brother's wrongs 'Not having the honour of your brother's acquaintance his wrongs cannot possibly interest me. Permit me to suggest the interview should close." "Not yet—not until I have finished all I have come here to say. Your taunts fall.unheeded. I will not be moved from my purpose:" "Really—and that is P—"  " Te-ciijarg.;:::,:ji;;;Ctio. the murder of my brother; to deliver you to the hangman's hotels as the woman who foully murdered Professor Hermann on raigLais Mountain. It was then in the struggle that ensued that yontook from him this locket—the locket which he had gone to deliver to Kmny was that hope--the hope of again possessing Mr. Wauehopc's locket made her so contentedly linger in that quiet Welsh watering-place !" "How very melo-dramatic—quitc interesting !" "1 am glad you find it no, and I hope the interest for you will be well sustained to the end. My brother was all in all to me. You made hitc what he became ----lilt he knew you his life was pure. You first taught him the downward path. tnder your able tiition he betam, the treacherous man Fanny lattice found him ! Ah ! it is a brave wcrk, truly, the dragging a pure soul through the mire. In proportion to my love to my brother—my poor misguided brother—grew my hatred to you. There was not a move that you ce-rld make that I did not know ! I swore to baffle you, and set myself to reclaim my brother—to win him back to paths of virtue foiled me! then I swore one day there should be a reckoning between us—it haa tome to-day ! All this time I have been gathering my proof. I witnessed the meeting on Craig-Lais Mountain—unhappily not near enough to prevent foul play !" "Mercy ! mercy !" gasped the unbarpy woman. " Mercy? Do you ask fir mercy ?" What mercy had you for my brother? No, there ic.no mercy for a wretch like you l" As these words siruck on her ear Madame fell back in a fainting rt. Long into the night did her frighbar,d servants watch by her. She passed from one fit to another. Arthur Cleveland was sent for, and did al that war possible. A little pu.st midnight in compliance with her ,request the servants left her to sleep. . .  About live o'clock the next morning the doctor came to visit his patient. The girl who let him in told him Madame had passed a very qui3t night. Upstairs went the aun'wori. "A very quiet night" --ay, and there were likely to be many ,rcore such quiet nights ! Lying on the bed in her robe of &Hest, silk, a stream of something cred tickling slowly down and staining the lace draperies, was all that remained of Madame Carpentier. .A note was addressed to Mr. Cleveland making confession of her crime, with a request that her money should be given to thl murdered man's sister. Gertrude Hermann would art have u penny of it, and so the surgeon gave it in clur ity. They kept secret hew terrible crime, tolling only Amphlett Wauchope. , There was an inquest, of course, and the verdiet,turned " Died by her own hand."  Fanny llollice is hopdessly insane, as inticed, Arthur pronounced her to be the afternoon of her visit to Amphlett ; so her life-long misery is at an end : while she lives in Atlasion, and her revenge is  (Tit  AN A 31ES ON B a 14.• :SR