THE TIM KS. XKW R LOOM FIELD, PA.. MAY 17. 1881.
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Tho Stolen Diamonds.
A Detective Story.
Conclvpku.
T HAVE arrived at the conclusion,"
X aiI the sergeant, coughing apolo
getically, " That Mrs. Moreton has sto
leu her own diamonds."
Moreton sprang to his feet with such
Vehemence that the sergeant, In evident
alarm, stepped back a foot or two,
" This Is most insulting," he exclaim- '
ed. " Stolen her own diamonds t You
are an idiot, sir. Were they not her
own already V What motive did she
have, pray V"
The sergeant shrugged his shoulders.
" I cannot Judge her motives," he
said, "without further inquiries I have
suggested. The only explanation which
I have to ofier at present is that she stole
her own diamonds in order to give them
to Mr. Jack Maddock."
"You insulting scoundrel!" cried
Moreton, springing upon the luckless
officer, and seizing him by the throat.
' Do you dare to say that to me in my
own house V Why, you you infernal
villain!"
He backed the sergeant againt the
wall, and shook him. For a moment
it looked as if matters were about to
go hard with Mr. Polhemus, for More
ton was a powerful man, and the ser
geant a small one. I interfered to sep
arate the struggling men, and succeed
ed. The sergeant did not seem at all
disconcerted, but re-arranged his neck
tie, and smiled.
"I can hardly blame you, sir," he
said. You are her husband. I have
my convictions, and have done my
duty."
"Give nieyour bill," panted Moreton,
" and leave the house at ouce. If this
is an example of English detective work,
I'll have no more of it."
I stood by in silence while he wrote a
check to the sergeant's order. How
could I say the word that would per
suade him to allow Mr. Folhemus to
continue his investigation V I loved
'John, and I could not do it.
The sergeant left Wellesley that morn
ing, but he had left behind him, in the
mind of at least one of his hearers, a
leaven that would go on working, even
in his absence. He had given me a start
ihg point, and, for John's sake, I resolv
ed from that hour to keep a vigilant eye
upon Mrs. Moreton and our friend Mad
dock. We found them together in the drawing-room
when we emerged from the
library, and both their faces brightened
when John told of the sergeant's dis
missal. Mr. Maddock remarked in his
cynical way that all detectives were
either swindlers or humbugs ; and Mrs.
Moreton took both her husband's hands
in hers, and thanked him as a " dear,
good old boy, for sending that horrid,
disagreeable man away." It was strange
I thought, nevertheless, that neither of
them inquired the cause of the sergeant's
discharge. Was it because they did not
dare ?
Moreton's excitement in the morning
caused a reaction hi the afternoon, and,
after dinner, he complained of feeling
tired and drowsy. About three o'clock
he came into the drawing-room, and
threw himself on the sofu. I sat at the
window, reading, and Mrs. Moreton
near the table with her sewing. It was
not long before her husband's loud regu
lar breathing proclaimed him to be fast
asleep. Mr. Jack Maddock was, for a
wonder, absent. Where he hud gone, I
did not know or care. It was pleasant
to have him away, and pleasanter still
to be able, whenever I glanced up slyly
from my book, to rest my eyes upon
Mrs. Moreton's beautiful head, and long
dark lashes, beuding over her work.
I had finished my book, and stepped
across the hall into the library to pro
cure another volume. I was absent per
haps five minutes. When I returned
Mrs. Moreton still sat at the table, sew
ing ; but I observed that she had,during
my absence, thrown over her husband a
silk quilt.
" I was afraid the poor boy would take
cold," she said, with a smile.
I resumed my reading,and Mrs. More
ton her work. John's loud breathing
had ceased, and he lay very still. He
was evidently sleeping easily, and very
soundly. The afternoon grew on. Mr.
Maddock did not return, and John did
not awake. After awhile It became too
dark for either reading or sewing. Mrs.
Moreton laid down her needle, and went
softly across the room to where her hus
band lay.
" It is not usual for him to sleep so
so long," she said. " I will go aud give
directions for tea. If he is not awake
then, I shall shake him."
She left the room, and I sat looking
out from the window into the gathering
twilight. An hour passed; the tea-bell
rang. I went to the sofa, and shook my
old friend by the shoulder. It had a
strange feeling, I thought, as I touched
It. In some alarm, I threw buck the
coverlet quickly, and passed my hand
over his upturned face. It was cold as
Ice. John Moreton had been dead at
least three hours.
With a loud cry I raised the body In
my arms, as I did so a piece of fine
wire perhaps bIx inches in length, fell
luto my hand. Subsequent events
caused me to remember this trivial cir
cumstance . at the time of its occurrence
I paid no heed to If, but cast the object
carelessly upou the carpet.
I shall not dwell upon the events that
took place at Wellessley during the few
days immediately following my old
friend's sudden death. There was, as In
the case of his mother, a jot mortem
examination by the doctors, but the or
gans were found In an entirely healthy
condition, and, although his decease was
certified as resulting from apoplexy, I
know that in the minds of both physi
cians the true cause was far from being
satisfactorily explained.
Grief like that of Mrs. Moreton I
never saw exhibited by human being,
and my heart was filled with pity for
her us I beheld her clinging wildly to her
husband's coffin as we bore it away to
its tluai resting-place. For days after
ward I did not see her. Maddock still
haunted the house, I, too, remained, for
the purpose of settling Moreton's con
fused affairs.
After a week's seclusion Mrs. Moreton
emerged from her chamber, to the great
relief, apparently, of Mr. Maddock.
From that hour there was a total change
in the demeanor of both. Maddock be
came overbearing and Insolent, aud as
sumed the lofty air of master of the
house. Mrs. Moreton threw her reserve
aud caution to the winds, and took no
pains to conceal her Infatuation for her
wretch of a cousin. My suspicions,call
ed into life by Sergeant Polhemus, and
quieted by her apparent grief at her hus
band's death, were aroused into new
activity. I resolved, first, to give leave
of absence to Mr. Jack Maddock, aud,
second, to procure the recall of the de
tective, if he could be found.
She received my proposition that Mad
dock should take his immediate depart
ure, with the utmost scorn.
" Mr. Clayton," Bhe said drawing her
self up with flushing eyes, "you forget
yourself, and your position. Y'or are in
this house upon my sufferance. Mr.
Maddock is my guest. I desire him to
remain. I am mistress here."
" You are mistaken," I replied. "You
are not mistress here. Neither this
house, nor any thing that is in it is
yours. You are penniless, aud depend
ent upon me for the payment of a mod
ate stated income out of your husband's
estate."
There came into the beautiful eyes a
look of the iucst intense alarm. The
pupils dilated; her red lips blanched and
quivered. Her discomposure was but
momentary, however. In another in
stant she had regained her scornful
calmness.
" From whom did you obtain your in
formation 'r"' she asked quietly.
" From your husband's will, now in
my possession. Respect for your grief
and seclusion, Mrs. Moreton, has pre
vented me from making you sooner ac
quainted with its contents. You are
provided with an lucome sufficient for
your support until you marry again.
The property is devised to John More
ton's children should any be born to
him. Otherwise, it Is given to churita
ble institutions. 1 am appointed sole
executor and trustee."
She leaned heavily upon the table at
her side, and put her hand weakly to
her temple. For that moment I pitied
her more than I had ever done before,
so young, so beautiful, so evidently
wretched. She paused for several mo
ments, looking into my eyes as a caged
tiger sometimes looks iuto the eyes of
its tormentor.
" Mrs. Moreton," I suld " I am sorry
for you, but I had no hand iu this."
" You say you have the will in your
possession she asked iu a voice that
sounded strangely hard.
" It is among the papers relating to
the estate," I replied. " I intended to
show it to you to-day, aud to file it In
the probate court tomorrow. I will get
it."
" No, no," she said, "not now. I
want time to think. Promise me that
you will not file it for a day or two.
'Mr. Maddock shall leave this after
noon." I gave the promise, and left her, still
standing by the table resting wearily
against it, with her eyes cast down, and
her white hands clasped tight together.
With ray book, I went out on the
piazza. The afternoon was much like
the one when John and Maddock and I
had sat in the same place, awaiting the
conclusion of Mrs. Moreton's interview
with Sergeant Polhemus. John's easy
chair still stood there, inviting repose
between its cushioned arms. The day
was hot and sultry ; the bees droned
idly In the clover and the summer clouds
drifted lazily across the blue. I thought
of the poor vbman whom I had left in
the drawing-room, so bowed down with
grief, so young, and penniless. What if
I had misjudged her f What If the de
tective had been wrong In his suspi
cions t
Thinking of these tilings I found no
amusement In my book, and soon,
overcome by the drowsy influence of the
heat and stillness, I slept.
How long I slept I do not know. A u
excruciating, stinging pain In the buck
of my neck awoke me suddenly, and I
sprang up with a toud cry. Mrs. More,
ton stood by my side, with her hand up
on my shoulder.
" You have been dreaming," she said.
"Mr. Maddock is about taking his
leave. I thought you might like to see
him before he goes."
Maddock stood near the steps, with
his valise and traveling shawl. I put
my hand to my neck. A minute par
ticle of blood came off upon my finger.
I observed coldly that I wished Mr.
Maddock a safe Journey, and then rush
ed oil to my room to get something with
which to alleviate my burning pain.
Wrenching off" my collar and vest,
there fell to the floor a Hue, pointed
wire, precisely similar to the one which
I had previously found upon my friend's
body. In an instant that forgotten cir
cumstance came back to tny mind, and
with it an overwhelming crowd of con
jectures and emotions. I picked it up
aud examined it closely, forgetting en
tirely, in my excilement the pain I was
suffering. It was a womans hair-pin,
straightened out, of the fine, delicate,
sharp-pointed kind known as "invisi
ble." On my return to the drawing-room, I
found Doctor Savllle making a semi-professional,
semi-social call upon Mrs.
Moreton.
" Would It be impossible," I asked
him with point-blank directness, " to
cause death by inserting a fine steel wire
at the back of the neck ?"
I looked at Mrs. Moreton as 1 asked
the portentous question. She grew, not
white, but absolutely livid, and gazed at
me with quickened breath and parted
lips.
The doctor smiled and waved his
hand toward Mrs. Moreton.
" That is a question," he said " that
you should ask my patient here. She is
a surgeon's daughter."
" I did not know that,'? I replied " or
I would have done so. I have been
reading a novel in which a woman iu
her ambition to become possessed of an
estate, and incited by an unprincipled
wretch whom she loves, kills in that
manner, successively, her husband's
mother and her husband. I only wish
ed to know If the story is probable."
" It is certainly possible," replied the
doQtor, "though it would require a skill
ful hand to find the vital point. A fine
wire or needle poised into the back of
the neck In such a manner as to divide
the medulla oblongalo, would cause
death."
" Would death In such a case be in
stantaneous V"
" Yes, or nearly so."
I saw the woman's quivering form be
fore me, cowed, abject and terror-stricken.
Yet I felt no pity, and pursued my
inquiries with relentless pertinacity.
" Would such a wound be apt to escape
the attention of the examiners upou a
pout mortem examination V"
" It might. Inquiries as to the cause
of death are not generally directed to
that portion of the human frame, unless
some suspicion exists to especially call
the attention there."
" Could instantaneous death in that
manner be caused by such an Instrument
as this?" I asked, taking from my
pocket the straightened hair-pin, and
holding it np. .
Mrs. Moreton looked at it In motion
less terror. The doctor took it in his
hand, and smiled.
" It certainly could," he said. "In
skilled hands this might become a most
formidable and deadly weapon."
"Thank you," I replied.
The unsuspecting doctor took his
leave at last, after an hour that must
have been an eternity of torture to his
wretched patient. When he had gone,
I turned the key, and confronted her.
She sank at my feet in a trembling heap
and buried her white face in her hands.
" Mercy ! mercy !" she cried.
I looked down upon her with no feel
ing of compassion, but with no desire to
add unnecessarily to her misery. It was
not for me to judge her.
" Mrs. Moreton," I said, " you mur
dered my poor friend, your husband."
She made no answer, but her lips
moved, and formed the word,
" Yes."
" You killed his mother."
" Yes."
" You have attempted, in order to ob
tain possession of aud destroy your hus
band's will, to murder me, and you have
failed."
"Yes."
" Mrs. Moreton I do not Intend to
seek your punishment, or to pursue you
for my own revenge. Your crimes will
bring their own retribution. You are
free to leave this house as soon as you de
sire. The sum of money allowed for
your maintenance under your husband's
will shall be regularly paid to you or
your aent. I do not forget that you
are still the woman whom my poor
friend loved. Do you hear me Mrs.
Moreton t you are free."
I turned away, and opened the door.
She arose from her knees, and groped
for it weakly as though she could not
see. Then she fell forward suddenly,
and senseless, across the threshold.
The servants told me, next morning,
that Mrs. Moreton could not be found.1
I knew well that I should never see her
again. Her stipend under the will has
never been called for, and Its annual ac
cumulation now amounts to a considera
ble sum. Mr. Jack Maddock probably
deserted her on learning of the condi
tions of the will, as I heard of him af.
terward, In Texas and learned that he
had been killed In a miserable bar-room
brawl. The wretched woman who run
so terrible a gauntlet for his sake, was
left to expiate her own crime and his,
alone. God pity her.
SUNDAY EEALIN3.
A Beautiful Incident.
A man blind from his birth, a man of
much intellectual vigor and with many
engaging social qualities, found a
woman who appreciating his worth,
was willing to cast in her lot with him,
and become his wife. Several bright,
beautiful children became theirs, who
tenderly and equally loved both their
parents.
An eminent French surgeon while in
this country called upon them, and ex.
amining the blind man with much in
terest and care, said to him :
" Your blindness is wholly artificial;
your eyes are naturally good, and could
I have operated upon them twenty years
ago, I think I could have given you
sight. It Is barely possible that I can do
it now, though it will cause you much
pain."
" I can bear that," was the reply, " so
you enable me to see."
The surgeon operated upon him, and
was gradually successful ; first there was '
faint glimmerings of light, then more '
distinct vision. The blind father was
banded a rose ; he had smelt one before,
but Lad never seen one; then he looked
upon the face of his wife, who had been
so true and faithful to him; and then his ,
children were brought, whom he had so
often fondled, and whose charming prat
tle had so frequently fallen upon his
ears.
He then exclaimed : "Oh, why have
I seen all of these before Inquiring for
the man by whose skill I have been
enabled to behold them ! Show me the
doctor." And when he was pointed
out to him, he embraced him, with tears,
gratitude and joy.
So when we reach heaven, and with
unclouded eyes look upon Its glories,
we shall not be content with a view of
these. No, we shall say, " Where is
Christ'i He to whom I am indebted
for what heaven is, show me to Him,
that I with all my soul may adore and
praise Him, through endless ages."
Is It So?
. The N. Y. Times says : The chief
reason why Presbyterians cannot form
successful seaside associations is, howev
er, the unquestionable fact that Pesby
terianismisa mountainous or, at all
events, an inland faith. Born among
the Waldensian hill tribes, it has reach
ed its most vigorous growth among the
Swiss mountains and in the rugged
fastnesses of Scotland. Congregational
ism, which is merely Presbyterianlsm
passed through a course sieve and with
leas coherence among its particles, flour
ishes only on the inland and hilly parts
of New England, and has been unable
to keep its hold on Boston and the sea
port towns. In this country the true
Scotch Presbyterianlsm of the grim
covenanting type is found almost exclu
sively among the Allegheny mountains,
and' Presbyterianlsm of every kind has
gradually receded from the coast line,
and flourishes to any marked degree
only in the interior of the country. It
may be regarded as an established tact
that an altitude of 800 feet above the sea
is the lowest zone of Presbyterianlsm,
and that it does not grow with with real
vigor below the altitude of 1000 feet.
We can thus readily see why it is un
wiseand almost impossible to establish a
Presbyterian resort. We might as well
expect a mountain ash to flourish in the
sand of the sea beach. Methodism,
which has never flourished at any great
height above the sea, is essentially a sea
coast faith, and is perfectly at home at
Ocean Grove or anywhere within the
sound of the surf.
2" It is good iu a fever, and much bet
better in anger, to have the tongue kept
smooth and clean.
jrThoHe who hope for no other life
are dead even for this.
WThe Bible without the Spirit is
sun dial by moonlight.