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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1909-05-27, Page 7THE WINGHAM TIMES, MAY 7 1909 , t.t,s�.. ..p a n.��•.lef le etite:..4,�...,w. se 1,4"'e'' mise. ee....tee*. Yei,�,t:,+''.`41'4.1Y'iF.B. •1t`P"%14,�..N"r•'Y '3.'{.':f%Y . die Serpdnt By FERGUS HUME, Author eJ "Me Mystery 9f a Hansom Cab," "Me Mandarin's Fan.' Eta COPYRIGHT, 1905, se G. W. DILL/NCI-IAM COMPANY eseet eettedeteeteeetei ., .. cede eeteetieta'iii "If you will sit down, I'it tell you." ' you might tell all the World with your • Miss Norman took a chair near the! gabbling tongue? Yes, and I'll speak wall and as far from her visitor as ' more openly still before I leave, Lady 'Was possible in so small a room. 'Maud took from her neck a black silk !handkerchief which she wore, evident- as videntas a protection against the cold, t and, folding it lengthwis0, ,across her lap. Then she Looked at ;Sylvia in a cold, critical way. "You are very pretty, my dear," she said insolently. "Did you come to tell me that?' asked the girl, firing up at the tome. "No. I came to tell you that my mother -was arrested last night for the, Murdep of our father." "t '1," Sylvia gasped and lay back o t Isar •chair, "she killed him, that me! ' woman!" i .e'did not!" cried Mand passioa- latfay. "My mother is perfagtly inno- cent. My mother did not kin our fa- ther." "My father, not yours," said 'Sylvia ly. Sow dare yon! Lemuel Krill was ray father." No," insisted Sylvia. "I don't know who your father was. But from your age I know that you are not"— Rachel Sandal did not commit suicide, as my mother said. She was stran- gled, and by me." Sylvia clapped her hands to her face witha scream. "By you?" "Yes. She had a beautiful brooch. I wanted it. I was put to bed by my mother and kept thinking of the brooch. My mother was down the stairs attending to your drunken father. I stole to Lady Rachel's room and found her asleep. I tried to take the brooch from her breast. She woke and caught my hand. But I tore away the brooch and before Lady Rachel could scream I twisted the silk handkerchief she wore, which was already around her throat, tighter. I am strong—I al- ways was strong, even as a girl of fif- teen. She was weak from esha.ustion, so she soon died. My mother came into the room and saw what I had done. She was terrified and made me go back to bed. Then she tied Lady Rachel by the silk handkerchief to the bedpost, so that it might be thought she had committed suicide. My mother then came back to me and took the brooch, telling me I might be hanged if it was found on me. I was afraid, being only a girl, and gave up the brooch. Then Captain Jessop raised the alarm. I and my mother went downstairs, and my mother dropped the brooch on the floor, so that it might be supposed Lady Rachel bad lost it there. Captain Jes- sop ran out. I wanted to give the alarm and tell the neighbors that Krill had done it, for I knew then he was not my father, and I saw, moreover, how unhappy he made my mother. He caught me," said Maud, with a fierce look,"and bound a handkerchief across my mouth. 1 got free and screamed. Then he bound me hand and foot and pinned my lips together with the brooch which ho picked off the floor. My mother fought for me, but he knocked her down. Then he fled, and after a long time Jessop came in. He re- moved the brooch from my mouth and unbound me. I was put to bed, and Jessop revived my mother. Then came the inquest, and it was thought that Lady Rachel had committed suicide. But she did not," cried Maud exultant- ly xultantly and with a cruel light in her eyes. "I killed ber-1"— "Oh," moaned Sylvia; backing against the wall with widely open eyes. "Bah, you kitten!" sneered Maud con- temptuously. "I have not half done yet! You have yet to hear bow I killed Krill. Sylvia shrieked and sank back in her ehair, staring with'horrified eyes at the cruel face before her. "Yes," cried Maud exultingly, "I killed him. My mother suspected me, but she never knew for certain. Lis- ten. When Hay told me that Krill was hiding as Norman !n Gwynne street I determined to punish him for his cruelty to me. I did not say this, but I made Hay promise to get me the brooch from Beecot. On no other condition would I marry him. I want- ed the brooch to pin Krill's lips to- gether as he had pinned mine when I was a helpless child, but your fool of Jover would not part with the brooch. ' "Leave my age alone," cried the Other sharply. "I won't talk to you at all," said Sylvia, rising. "Sit down and listen. You shall !bear me. I am not going to let my Mother suffer for a deed she never committed, nor am I going to let you have the money." "It's mine." "It is not, and you shall not get it." "Paul—Mr. Beecot will assert my rights." "Will he indeed?" said the other, with a glance at the clock. "We'll see about that. There's no time to be !lost. I have much to say"— I"Nothing that can interest me." "Oh, yes. I think you will find our :Conversation very interesting. I am going to be open with you, for what ) T tell you will never be told by you to' any living soul." 4 "If I see fit it shall," cried Sylvia in a rage. How dare you dictate to me?" "Because I am driven into a corner. 1 wish to save my mother. How it is to be done I• don't know. And I wish to stop you getting the five thousand a year. I know how that is to be done" "Leave the room!" "When I please, not before. You listen to me. I'm going to tell you about the murder"— "Oh," said Sylvia, turning pale, "what •do you mean?" "Listen," said the other, with a taunting laugh. "Yee'il be white •enough before I've done with you. Do you see this?" and she laid her finger on her lips. "Do you see this scar? Krill did that." Sylvia noticed that she did not speak of Krill as her fa- ther this time. "He pinned my lips together when I was a child with that opal serpent." ' "I know," replied Sylvia, shudder- ing. "It was cruel. I heard about it from the detective and"— "I don't wish for your sympathy. I ;was a girl of fifteen when that was ,done, and I will carry the scar to ins- grave. ygrave. Child as I was then, I vowed revenge"— • "On your father," said Sylvia con- temptuously. "Krill is not my father," said Maud, changing front all at once. "He is yours, but not mine, My father is Captain Jessop. I have known this for years. Captain Jessop told me 1 was his daughter. My mother thought that my father was drowned at sea .and so married Krill, who was a trav- eler in jewelry. He and my mother rented the Red Pig at Christchurch, and for years they led an unhappy life." "Oh," gasped Sylvia, "you confess! I'll tell Paul." "You'll tell no one," retorted the oth- er woman sharply. "Do you think I would speak so openly in order that .i� him a lot of money. He agreed, for he was a boy such as I was when a girl—fond of seeing things suffer. You can't wonder at it in ane," went on Miss Krill coolly. "My grandmother was hanged for poisoning my grand- father, and I expect I inherit the love of murder from her." "I won't listen," cried Sylvia, shud- dering, huddering. "Oh, yes, you will. I'll soon he (lone," went on her persecutor cruelly. "Well, then, when I found Tray was like my- self X determined to get the brooch and hurt Krill—hurt him as he hurt me, she cried vehemently. "Tray told use of the cellar and of the side passage. Wben my mother and Pash came out of the inner office and went to the door I ran in and took the brooch. It was hidden under some papers and had escaped my mother's eye. But I searched till I got it. Then I made an appointment with Tray for 11 o'clock at the corner of Gwynne street. I went back to Judson's hotel, and my mother and I went to the thea- ter. We had supper and retired to bed— that is, my mother did. We had left the theater early, as my mother had a headache, and I had plenty of time. Mother fell asleep almost immedi- ately. I went downstairs 'veiled and in dark clothes. I slipped past the night porter and met Tray. We went by the side passage to the cellar. Thinking we were customers, Krill let us in. Tray locked the door, and I threw my- self on Krill. He had not been drink- ing much or I might not have mastered him. As it was he was too terrified when he recognized me to struggle. In fact, he fainted. With Tray's assist- ance I bound his hands behind his back, and. then we enjoyed ourselves." Sylvia rose and staggered to the door. "No more—no more!" Maud pushed her back into her chair. "Stop where you are, you whimpering fool!" she snarled exultantly. "I have you safe." Then she continued quick- ly and with another glance at the clock, the long hand of which now pointed to a quarter to 4. "With Tray's as- sistance I carried Krill up to the shop. Tray, found an auger and bored a hole in the floor. Then I picked up a call of copper wire which was being used in packing things for Krill to make his escape. I took it up. We laid Krill's neck over the hole and passed the wire around his neck and through the hole. Tray went down and tied a cross stick on the end of the wire so that he could put his weight on it when we stran- ruIi estiori Stomach trouble is but a symptom of,and nol In itself a true disease. We thunk of Dyspepsia, Heartburn, and Indigestion es real diseases, 511 they are symptoms eniY of a certain specific Nerve sickness—nothing else. It was this fact that first correctly led Dr. Shoop in the creation of that now very popular Stomach Itemedy—Pr. Shoop's'Restorative. Going direct to tho stomach nerves, alone brought that success and favor to Dr. Shoop and his Restorative. With. out that original and highly vital prineiple, no such lusting accomplishments were ever to be had. For stomach distress, bloating, biliousness, bad breath and sallow complexion, try Dr. Shoop's ltestorntive—Tablets or Liquid—and see for your. self what it can and will do, We sell and cheer, fully recommend ka Cured Dr. Shoop's estorative WALLEY'S DRUG SCORE. of the house and after the a5Massin who had tried to strangle Sylvia, Ma- tilda, true to her salt, ran also to help Maud Krill, and the two women sped In the wake of the insane creature Who was swiftly running in the direc- tion of the station. People began to look round, a crowd gathered like magic, and in a few moments Maud. was being chased by quite a mob of people. She ran like a hare. Heaven only knows if she hoped to escape af t- er her failure to kill Sylvia, but she ran on blindly. Into the new street of Jubileetown she sped, with the roar- ing mob at her heels. She darted down a side thoroughfare, but Debt)* rah gained on her silently and with a savage look in her eyes. Several po- licemen joined in the ebase, though no one knew what the flying woman :had done• Maud turned soddenly up the slope that led to the station. She gained the door, darted through it, upset the man at the barrier and with clinched fists stood at bay, her back to the rails. Deborah darted forward, !snow. Ilut 1 lout••! That was lit lag1:..,••,. to the cellar an 1 r,,e:tvu:• : ' . . •, hind me. Tray was 0 u.•:nl, ;•; •_: ;- .. on the cross stet. at ILS feie o, :• wire and laughed as he lireesee. I stopped him. 1 :heard you ::ucl glut woman enter the shop and heard what you said. I prolonge.l Krill's agony, and then I pressed the Wire down my- self for such a time as I thought it would take to squeeze the life out of the beast. Then, with Tray, I locked the cellar door and left by the side passage. Wi'e dodged all the police and got into the Strand. I did not return to the hotel, but walked about with Tray all the night, talking with—joy," cried Maud, clapping her hands, "with you, do you hear? When it was 8, I went to Judson's. The porter thought I had been out for an early walk. My mother"— Here Maud broke off, for Sylvia, who was staring over her shoulder out of the window, saw a form she knew well at the gate. "Paul—Paul," she shrieked, "come—come!" Maud whipped the black silk hand- kerchief round the girl's neck. "You shall never get that money," she whis- pered cruelly. "You shall never tell we— e" Oh, great heaven!" moaned Sylvia, stopping her ears. Mand bent over her and pulled ber hands away. "You shall hear, you little beast," she snarled. "All the time Krill was sensible. He recovered his senses after he was bound. I pro- longed his agony as much as possible. When Tray went down to see after the wire, I knelt beside Brill and told him that I knew I was not his daugh- ter; that I intended to strangle him as I had strangled Lady Rachel. He shrieked with horror. That was the cry you heard, you cat, and which brought you downstairs. I never ex- pected that," cried Maud, clapping her hands. "That was a treat for Krill I never intended. I stopped his crying any more for assistance by pinning his mouth together, as he had dope mine over twenty years before. Then I sat beside him and taunted him. 1 heard the policeman pass and the church clock strike the quarter. Then I heard footsteps and guessed you were coming. It occurred to me to give you a treat by strangling the man before your eyes and punish him more severely, since the brooch stopped hint •calling out—as it stopped me—me," she cried, striking her breast "Oh, how could you—how could"— "You feeble thing," said Maud con temptuous]y and patting the girl's cheek, "you would not have done it, 1 Tray, the boy, took It from Beecots pocket when he met with that acci- dent"— "How do you know Tray!" "Because I met him at Push's of- fice several times when I was up. He ran errands for Pash before he be - dame regula'tly employed. I saw that Tray was a devil of whom I could make use. Oh, I know Tray, and I know also Hokar, the Indian, who placed the sugar on the counter. He went to the shop to kin your father at my request. I wanted revenge and the money. Hokar was saved from starvation by my good mother. He came of the race of thugs, if you know anything about them." "Oh," moaned Sylvia, covering her face again. "Ah, you do. So much the better. It will save my explaining, as there is not much time left before your fool arrives. Hokar saw that I loved to hurt living creatures, and he taught me how to strangle cats and dogs and things. No one knew but Hokar that I killed them, and it was thought he ate them. But he didn't I strangled them because I loved to see them suf- fer and because I wished to learn how to strangle in the way the thugs did." Sylvia was sick with fear and dis- gust. "For God's sake, don't tell me any more," she said imploriugly. But she plight as well have spoken to a granite rock. "You shall hear everything," said Maud relentlessly. "I asked Ilokar to strangle Krill. Ile went to the shop, but when he saw that Krill had only one eye he could not offer him to the go(ldes:1 Blume - nee. He came to me at Judson's ho- tel after he left the sugar on the coun- ter and told me the goddess would not accept the offering of a manned man. I did not know what to do. I went with mother rash's ospoffice When arranging prosecute r1 for bigamy. I met Tray there. He told ole he had given the brooch to rash and that it was in the inner of- fice. My mother was talking to rash Within, and I chatted to Tray outside. I told Tray I wanted to kill Krill and tbat if he would help me I would Sive 'Thera will them be lens weak lungs and consumption In later life. Die you ever think of it in this wayl It is the neglected cough and cold -that leads to the dreadful lung dis- eases sooner or later. From repeated attacks the lungs aro weakened and tilero domes pneumonia or eonsumption with their dreadfully fatal results. 13ecauee it is prepared from linseed, turpentine and other simple but .won- derfully efieetiae ingredients, Dr. a lin: e's Syrup of Luise„1 and Turpen- tine is particularly suitable as a treat- ment for children's •coughs and colds. Croup, bronchitis and even whooping cough yields to the influence of this great medicine. Mrs. John Chesney, Innorlcip, Ont., writes: "Dr. Chase's Syrup of Lin - s: ed and Turpentine cured my little girl of whooping cough when the doc- tor had given her tip and since then we always keep it in the house as a treat- ment for coughs and colds. It is the best medicine we over used.” There is no getting round statements catch as this, Dr. Chase's Syrup of T,inseea & Turp0ntind, 25 eta a bot- tle, at all dealers, or Fdmanson, Bates Co.,fk Toronto. • i�llill'Il�ll�/' Combines the potent healing virtues of the Norway pine tree with other absor- bent, expectorant and soothing medicines of recognized worth, and is abeolutely harmless, prompt and safe for the cure of COUGHS, COLDS, BRONCHITIS, HOARSENESS, CROUP, SORE THROAT, PAIN or TIGHT- NESS in the CHEST, and all throat and lung troubles. It is put up in a yellow wrapper, 3 pine trees tho brad° mark and the price 25 cents. A HARD mot COUGH. Maud gave a wild scream and sprang aside. Then she reeled and fell over the platform. The next moment a train came slowly into the station, and immediately the wretched woman was under the cruel wheels, When she was picked up she was dead and al- most cut to pieces. Lady Rachel and Lemuel Brill were revenged. .;r CHAPTER XXVI. YLVIA was 111 for a long time after that terrible hour. Al- though Maud had not suc- ceeded in strangling her, yet the black silk handkerchief left marks on ber neck. Then the struggle, the shock and the remembrance of the horrors related by the miserable wom- an threw her into a nervous fever, and it was many weeks before she recov- ered sufficiently to enjoy life. Debo- rah never forgave herself for having left Sylvia alone and nursed her with a fierce tenderness which was the re- sult of remorse. "If that wretch 'ad killed my pretty," she said to Paul, "I'd ha' killed her, If I wos hanged fur it five times over." "God has punished the woman," said Paul solemnly. "Serve 'er right," rejoined Deborah heartlessly. "What kin you expect fur good folk if wicked ones, as go stran- gulating people, don't git the Lord down on 'em. Oh, Mr. Beecot," Deb- orah broke down into noisy tears, "the 'orrors that my lovely one 'ave tole me. Sich murders and gory assassins!" "I gathered something of this from what Sylvia let drop when we carie back from the station," said Beecot anxiously. "Tell me exactly what she said, Deborah." "Why that thing as is dead, an' may she rest in a peace she don't deserve, tole how she murdered Lady Rachel Sandal an' my ole master." "Deborah," cried Beecot, amazed. "You must be mistaken." "No, I ain't, sir. That thing gay my, lily queen the 'orrors. Jes' you 'ear, (To be Continued,) umhuwuuwnwweeneeq vtinesssomes m *, m bkgefablePreparationforAs- similaling theToodandlle'�tiia- tillg the Stomachs rnti13o �vesis of "Yea shall, never get that money." any one what I have told you. Now ru show you how Hokar taught me." She jerked the handkerchief tight, but Sylvia got her hand under the cruel bandage and shrieked aloud in de- spair. At once she heard an answer- ing shriek. It was the voice of Deb- orah. Maud darted to the door and locked it. Then she returned and, flinging Sylvia down, tried again to tighten the handkerchief, her face white and fierce and her eyes glittering like a demon's. "Help—help!" cried Sylvia, and her voice grew weaker. But she struggled and kept her hands between the hand- kerchief and her throat. Maud tried to drag them away fiercely. Deborah was battering frantically at the door. Paul ran round to the window. It was not locked, and Maud, struggling 'with Sylvia, had no time to close it. With a cry of alarm Paul threw up the window and jumped into the room. At the same moment Deborah, putting her sturdy shoulder to the frail door, burst it open. Beecot flung himself on the woman and dragged her back. But she clung like a leech to Sylvia with the black handkerchief in her grip. Deborah, silent and fierce, grabbed at the handkerchief and tore it from Maud's grasp. Sylvia, half strangled, fell back in a faint, white as a corpse, while Paul struggled with the savage and baffled woman. "You've killed her," shouted Deb- orah and laid her strong hands on Maud, "you devil!" She shook her fiercely. "I'il kill you!" and she shook her again. Paul threw himself on his knees beside the insensible form of Sylvia and Left Deborah to deal with Maud. That creature was gasping as Mrs. Tawsey swung her to and fro. Then she began to fight, and the two women crashed around the little room, upset- ting psetting the furniture. Pani took Sylvia in his arms and shrank against the wall to protect her. A. new person suddenly appeared, no less a woman than Matilda. When Mr. J. L. 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Eazgage free. GODIRI6I1 to DITROIT Saturday, June 19th 9 30 A.M. CANADA TInE ITINERARY OF THE Eleventh Annual Excursion GODERICH—DETROIT JUNE 1909 • Steamer Greyhound WHITE STAR LINE. LEAVE DETROIT FOR GODERICH Friday, Juno 18th, 8 a, m. Central Time. Arrive Goderich 8:30 p. m. Special Train11:8leaves. cat., on arrivafor steamer from Ali tight'IClinton and Way ~rip Stratford LEAVE GODERICH FOR DETROIT Saturday. June 10th, 0•A a. m.. Canada!! l ep. mtopping at Port Huron, (Sunday in Detroit, Toledo, Put -in -flay or Cleveland.) A Special Excursion Train from Stratford the morning of June 10th, stop- ping at Mitchell, d Dublin, in goderl, Clintonland Holmesville, From Wingham. l3elgrave, etc., take morning train, June lOth, connects at Clinton 8.90 a. m., with Special Traiu for Goderich. Also a Special Excursion Train from Guelph, Elmira, etc., via C. P. R. FROM DETROIT RETURNING TO GODERiCH Leave Detroit Monday, June List, 1:00 p. m., Port Huron 0:30 p. nt. Arrive at ii, nlet ich 0: 31 p. tn. Special Trains leave Goderich 11.00 p.Windmill. for Clinton,ClintonWindmill. Stratford, Guelph, Elmira, etc., on arrival of steamer from Detroit. FROM GODERICH RETURNING TO DETROIT Leave Goderich on last trip for Detroit Tuesday, June 8.1nd, at 8:80 a. m. (Note the Timo 8:80 a. m., Cumin. Time) Wain will be sorted in tie beautiful dining room for this'exeurston at 50c. Lunch st the Lunch Counter. Goclorich Band Moonlight Excursion at Goderich, 25c. Lente Dock 8:80 o'clock Friday evening, Juno 18th. Excursion Train as usual from Stratford and Way Stations. WHITE STAR tleiFe E. 1I. AYEI1, Uxeursion,Agent The Excursion from Wingiten, Belgrave, Blyth and Linden. boro will be under the auapiote of cl,nrt iAttland, Canadian Order of Paraters, WinEha .