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Chapter NumberI
Chapter TitleDEATH
Chapter Url
Full Date1891-10-03
Page Number1
Word Count4149
Last Corrected0000-00-00
Newspaper TitleThe Bendigo Independent (Vic. : 1891 - 1918)
Trove TitleThe Devil's Own. An Australian Story
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"For man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets." " Oh, Hubert-my son, my son— come back to me, come back to me! why

<jid you leave mor Why "have you ‘forsaken jno?' God forgive-raol I 1 never meant to ; 1 Bo bard— only to caution him. 1 Brit r I must have been hard—and. poor: follow, v hir- was always uo sensitive.- Anyifho wore' only here again. Perhaps ! shall got o letter’thia : Christmas, or he may-bo tfasso: thoughlful, nnd ho will-know I ami so 'lonely, so lonely. God -bless him', poor,' poor fellow 1 1 _out in 'that ’ far-away 1 country, all alone. God forgive ine, I wascruel!” ' Tho voice of -anguish; 'the voice * of tears,' 1 spoken in grfef-and despair,-'were*the words 1 of Sir Lancelot Armytogo, of - the Towers; as* he closed his Bible 'before - retiring" to rest; leaning on:his hand in "deep thought/ -'whilst great tears trickled-slowly down on to' the book, emblems 1 Of the heart'bVcdkings’Of the old baronet - He rose, walkcdtothe window,' and looked out lipdn the night-^thinking, thinking, - ibinking bf his first-born, -his favorite, hls.brave' eldest son, 'who had fallen fighting 1 gallantly - at ‘ Inkermari; of . hia whohadbeen killed oiTthe ' hunt ing-field in' tbo zenith of a bright young life; then-bock -to his 1 second son/to whom fie had not-been so loving. 1 : , ; " * It seemed a curse for : his ' noglcfet hud hasty words—for Hubert had loft‘him: for a foolish roasoitj as the'Aid man arguedwith tears in'his eyes, os'he looked out on the 1 night, with: its fast Falling snow—aorystal landscape;‘tho'silvory moon streaming . brlto liantly in’Strong relief as if to rebuke’-the' silent watcher—thfeold church spire and tho white tombs of the churchyard where!' he had laid his young wife long years ;ago. “Too sad, too -sad,”- ; he whispered os he' mournfully '? tamed away from the solemn Beene—with’ it8‘- -painful memories—returned to the fireside and opened 11 his biblo once more, as if f oreon sol ati on—read a little—’ then closing the book; with-a long weary sigh be remained buried in thought 1 for' a '? while. All was still save the irionotonousticking of the timepiece or the falling snow and then of a feu ashes of the. dying 1 embers—symbol’ of the dying out of a bright'add Once'happy life. A sharp report, a heavy fall on. the " car peted floor, and then silence - reigned again/ but only for a short time., : ? ' ' A soutHihg of foeL - A hurryfng : to and frd," The first toappear was-Mrs. Mathews'(trem blingly opening the door),'tlioolii hoiisekeeppr who, with her young niece; hbd 1 of late ' al ways occupied 1 - a small 1 room near the baronet’s—since the day 1 he had brought his beautiful bride home to the .Tower's, v ’ “ For a moment the old housekeeper was" too horrified to take in -thescene as it really was. Aghast at the sight of’her dear old master lying dead on 1 the floor of his robm,'hi£ glazed ! eyes and pallid- face upturned, and blood trickling from beneath 1 his head. :; 1 Smoking with toraori 'she" summoned up courage to 1 {logger to the Tower bell and with uhnaWral energy pull the cord; ‘Boon A shuddering company of servants wOre on’the spot, headed by Benson, the faithful , butler, and Sir Lancelot's valet Wilkins.' " ’• rf ' “God help us. Poor Sir (Lancelot I ,, m6ahed Benson, stooping down and lifting the. vorior »ble head gently on to a pillow. “ Better send at once for Dr.; Merton, but poor gohtlombh ! Eoor gentleman !' ho is’ post that”’said' the ouaokeoper, great tears dropping totho fear-; pot, as sho-knelt, looking 'sorrowfully on the recumbent figure—the‘face, pale with itsrdcafch shadows, Idnd gentle'looking', as if death hod been too sadden, for him to’ feel the cruelty and ngoriy bf : it ? ‘ ‘ ' . “I cannot-brar to sechim there”; raid ' the butler to the hodrakeeper,and together : they lift the old baronet gently oh to ' the' bed—so : gently as a mother' lays lior' first borrito sleep. •, - 1 ' 11 "‘'i , ’ ,l No one speaks.' There is a solemn hush/,so panic stricken'' are' the assembled servants. Outside the shbw'is' still falling,fast Arid the moon is clear and' bright oyer the 1 pure white valley. ••• 5 , ’ '*•’ 1 The fire in’ 1 the room bos 'quite gone out, 1 , as. if in sympathy . with the life that hits just fled; 1 Suddenly a'look of horror sweeps over ‘some of the faces'as Mrar Mathews stores with her eyes dilated'at some .object (under the’table) unnoticed until how. She'stoops forward and' picks ujj; : A Silver mounted' pistol 1 —they all know so'well. ;' . ' r ' ' “The captain’s pistol; as I’hi a living man, says Wilkins in ghostly tbhfes. Hush! ho.-J your tongue you-; fool,” !l 'eaid' Benson, "in an angry Voice. All is’ silent again—carriage wheels are heard os if Jd the distance.'' .In reality they are quite near bat the snow has deadened the sound. 1 ' The great Tower hell, bad pealed out its solemn note of warning, arid tho first to hoar it and arrive on the the vicar with- Dr. Merton, thinking at 'first that a fire,might be burning.' the old, .castle;, but soon, fearing wOrSe as they notice, that oil., is quiet. They are, .quickly upatoira and in .Sir Lance lot’s room, struck' with horror 'at the'• sight that presents itself. . , ? . : “Good God !" exclaims Clio doctor shudder ing, “a cold blooded murder,1” Could an one enter the house?” (to the butler). “No Sir, .every room,and door was locked at ten o’clock, when tho master generally re tired, but I’ll make sure arid have a. look nxmd," . > , “Stay”—then quickly examining. the wound at the back of tho head. /'Givo ibis, to my man to deliverafc pnce,, aiii4 thcn, take this telegram to" the station jitisfor, detec tives—tho npighbbrb<tod, rau8t,bc watohc<], and. Dr. Merton scribbled off hostily in pencil two. notes for Bonson' to give to. the! servant be low. ' , “ You can all' nothing , more can bo done'. yVo may want,’? you ' Jjffra. Mathews' and' perhaps .Mrsi Button (to the, cook) will' wait a Httlc wth yoti in your/ropm until I send ‘Don’t dtoturb yonv niece, shb is'pot str,orig—you' pay,,'sHo) /is asleep—then don’t wnk'b hpr j thero is ‘no oc-| easier) to alarm her ; it can,,, good—it might do harm.'" r , j . / .. u ‘ The door dosed,—tbb vica'r an.d .doctor were left alone with thedead. ’. TV “The bra£ei must'haVc fired frbip .b^indi",, raid the doctor, sponging. 1 , away.' .Uie b)ood gently from the soft Sfhl'tp hair. 1 ,' , , , No answer,-' 1 ‘, “ Wbat could hb'tHb mptivc?” ' j No answer. 1 “Lookhere, old map, this;won’t.db M *at..all,. I can’t afford td losb 1 two old', ffiohda in one night—your rielwes^‘have ha<! a ‘shock.' "Ud wonder, I must look after yon,” , But the vicar heard hot, ' HU fttccVHvid,i.ns. to death 1 with intensd' feeling,- Ills.' oyca.' with dilated'horror, as : he saf storing at the, pistol on tjio mantelpiece—as yfet unnoticed by iris companion.' - ’’’ , “ ' V, -^ Dr. MerUm won't’to too^piedidirio. chest, ho' bad himself flltod lip, and year after / year rc-r. plenishcd/ and piixcd a 'dralight for (the vicar, who scorned powerless to' mpyb/ pr speak. The, doctor Uien'rioliced'tiifepistol for!the firs't time, now know exactly what , was'passing ih the, vicar’s mind. 1 ‘what cbUld it.meah?, Keyer that! Surely not thal/’pbriah thp thought, but tocre’s a my«tcrj r . “ God grarit Wo rpay unrayol it” said tho doctor awaited tho bettor roan of lio had tolegnipcd' to London' tor',ib -assistjh examination, iarid ; .dikdpyb'ryV ‘hi ‘‘$0 deadly bullet that .'had friend’s brbin, causing instontonobus doaih,, The London doctor wits sbbh 'on'' the ikfkfy sooner Uiao could hayo Imon, supposed—liut Dr Behrens wito an old prid yahiM yriend of the baroiict’s, ! dnd hti'bnge ’ to' / anyj' that very, night ho had bceri'thinliing ofhinL'arid luul rfep, solved to run down and 'sbc how his Bir Lancelot, was bearing tho ooid, v ond, bja solitary, childless life; jUfb kinil medico if} Ins heart of bcaito, pitying, with Ibyirig pity the baronpt with HU past life; of mariy nor*- rov,-«—many troubles—up 1 much/so In defect, that ho had filijnbst mddb up'.hls. 'raihd to go, down the very 'Hour all bad so ertielly bap peimd, ( But, i’homme, 'prbpOsfe etTDicu die pose, for jrist its ho'STnB' apo'ut ptdtyi for the cairiogb,’ the vtort% ! tobn ‘tyrib sent for most urgently to* attend ! qld'ah'd/ favoritoi friend in' IV.'.’’,,.... Is there r such } $ u ’ri^ ;i spiritiuliam ; '..or'l natural Affinity, qr v many carjoris. tliinM happeri iri pvpry 'dfiy to make ue doabt; r< Oar bioliof iri tho Wry, old adage itiblf; “Tritk of A perkon "ahtlVib^r 5 will im BUnr'to U'Hnri’si3i^d.Viid'j^nl^ jmd it «o; often’happens, train of thhougfit oe fco what’'can 'bo'/tlife Vrciit; ®on of these' coiriciidenabs,. if,', 1 i;ndepd,;: rra«pn‘ there be, 1 'arid* wo', r bad not’ .Hblrithibking , 'that, there must he 1 rambthirig’in itfiqr to epi rliualiam»‘ 'tJbpug^^'' reMing aiid ‘ ptbof, supernaturoV'phbrioihbnii' i8',spfebflirig J ' J ‘ " :< ' . Wc Ushioncd/ghbst . topop^dlout'toyriipifwi^ % tollqw caridlerijvMjpfio jtf ’hiuck bn a while shpdtcd itole^brf%%;;miup : ilmlioyb in our Solid tobijL stoirs of'itsdlf—theto ; is Alreatto too muoli^ domonsl&tions p/tobsmerlsto ’ v prid ; , »sm, andA'goo'dAbavlpf Harin-has Acon .dqno 1 M d':h vitu* lOl u)iryui\lf 7*1/ 0 A'Uil

I"" "• 1 ?>-’ i -/r-T' : ” I tune'when clover and scientific •men take up the'theory iand morgue .the. question.of; the' oxistenco', <o(. t -. : thU .'embodiment: spirits, : .and I .spirits who have I passed ) or ; passing.'/away, /.people, arotoo glad to ihave. something to argue about ' -as a rule, backed by evidence on tho subject, ‘it goes) far/ in' snaking our faith in the dis honor Cf any such, mysterious hallucinations •of’the brain—ob. ( somp : aydr'it to be.' YciiAi^ i > ! ’'UITOBRTAllfTY,' : * I.n. : “Foiil : win • rise. 1 ‘ Though All the ’earth ‘,be’rwheim them ' to '• :l : .men s eye s'.',']' Y'V’] 'J ?For murdor. though’ it hath'no $hgue will " :j appall, i '' , _ -‘ t ]' i: ';' '? -?With nibsfc miraculous^ ?' ’ ',]! 1 I 1 ' , Shakespeare, {Tho day following Lancelot . Armytogo’s death an inqucsbi.was held; A highly respects able , jury was ompanneUed,: mostly tenants of th'o'Iajte baronet,;.- ,»>.*} '• ; >. . .After] a short iWt ..touching address fromitho coroner, the following:witnesses weroealled.i J?. B.L.S. )> tha .oloyerj Jbut plain .speaking, surgeon of. thp district do-, posed1 am .a, dply-qualified sturgeon. , I nave.attcnded Sir .Lan.oeTot' Army lagers family hnd sbme.yoars. , On Thursday night las.t.dbo'ut half paat eleven, I, had Vrer turned fyom visiting a patient,,8prae miles a>vay— had sent ’my.gprsp, and. trap ]round to the stable, and , was,, going upstairs, to bed when rriy housekeeper called myatteiition : to, jtho Tower’s 'hell ringing loudly. ; 1 immediately hurried rouqd to the stable, jto save time—had my horse put in againandwithray man full speed thinking it might be a fire. ,, 'Sftwjpooplo coming but of, then: houses. I met, the Kcptor walking towards the , castle;, picked him up, and drove op quickly,,reaching thoplacoin.afowminufas,, , - , “linet’oneof the ; grooms coming out of (ho. hpuso \mh! ,a message foi* .me;. be sHted that “it "was feared the master had, been mur dered. ’’ Told.the groom to wait with my man as, I should,want thorn, both; • We.hurried up stairs to ,. the .south'. wihg .rboms where , wo found ]the deceased lying on the bed. Mrs. Mathews ‘and Benson,. as they,, told inio, haying j lifted him from off the floor, Lifo was quite- extinct, and.tho .body almost cold, but it was 0| very<coid night.and,tbo fire in Sir Lancelot’s room bad gone o it. l at oncc telegraphed.for ,l>r. Bohronis—the baronet's London doctor—ah, O olji friend of' tho de ceased. | I also telegraphed. !]rpr , detectives. They arrived; that night or rather about two o'clock! in, the /morning. . They are still here watching the neighborhood. ” (Yes] the. defectives] had searched the pre mises and watched jibe, n oighborhpod, but,had they.arrived an hbuy.‘.earlb»g, they, might have seen.a dark looUing flgoro busy at something, down apipngst the clump , of] old . oaks, not vory far from the ,castle.)", I examine! the deceased,.found a]wound iquch discolored, by! gunpowder at the back,, of the,; head, from; which blood was; oozing’, evidently from a bullet 4h.qt from,, a!, rovplvoi;, ,‘or pistol. ; ! have since made, a po?fc mortem eairaination, at;lyliicli Sic James .'Behrens , was present,, though J I, regret to, say, urgent telegrams, prevented,his remaining Tor. the jnqaest On strict examination of the psriri. injured, I find the hullct paust) have passed through;the brain from the,. quantity ofjeuused blood in, the tbrain. .There were, two of, tbp.skujl v ,the bone of. which was . broken, out wards, bhdmust ; have; partially resisted the bullet which then - rebounded.,. I discovered, two fla tened pieces ,o£ with portions of the brain and spmo . pieces; of, the skull and bprie. Pcnth.!m]uBt .have boon instan-. (aneous. There wore no .marks of any kind on‘ tlie! body which]. , jn a particularly! healthy, state. . The , murderer . must have sto.od clqse tile deceased as, hesaV by tbp side of;tho, firo, and, r taking steady ainij the biillet ..Was '.sent^swiftly ,.through Sir. Lancelot’s head,: the deceased falling heavily on to, tbe floor. in a side direction,’ tne butlor; and ' heusokeepbr . paying foand . bitn lying ' half qnlbis.sidcC).',',]. ; ' . ? ' ;, ’ (To a juror :)i “ It would be morally imposr-, siblp for the' deceased to haye fired straight through' bis own head frpm, behind, os close os'the pistol iiittsfi .hqye .bWwi _Ktfd .(p 'ihe.'.bead when fired. The deceased was..the ..lost man likely, to'commit suicide. ' Ho.,was .a pay-, ticularly healthy. subject, both ! in body and mind,. S man. of morpl'courage and no morbid fancies; , ;,“! had a long,conversatipn ,with, him on !Wed'ncbday .evening last.,, He .was very much interested in,somo of the. aged,and : eick. pt the pansh, . He taljtpi-quilo] cheerfully about; his, son Is , return ,] from .Captain Aruiy togo not having ’written fbr some time. ’ , “Sir dipe with him oh Christrowi eye. ]. ,. . . Vj . “I hdve no.idea what could be the motive for so. foul a murder,- bht l ,haye no hesita-. tion ini saying that it was a brutal and cowardly.,one,;, and done deliberately with steady jiiml"‘' ! . “A mystery indeed 1: for Sir Lancelot .was a man bplovbd and! .respected by the whole district., , ”, !. , ., “I have,;never seen tiic, pistol, produced until the night of Thursday, it was evidently the instrument used for the purpose of tbo murder. The detectives have made every search ; and investigation,/but, no bullets of any kind suitable to the pistol have been found about the place. ” , The Bev. Evelyn Sfarston was next called, and slated— ' ,,_ (1 ,,V , i;J • • _ ? “I liavo becn.twenty seven years vicar, 7 of Marley! The living,..was presented to me by the Jate'Sir.iancolpt Arroytago, a very old. friend of mine. Wc wero at, Eton and Trinity logotbqr. I have, spent, an hpprqc two with the. late baronetevery for some years post, and’ lotely ,knpwihg,['Jh|8' h f e .was ,a. solitary . and lonely one ! have . given all ray spare time te him, ,Ho . was,,a good man in every sense of, ,U»e word—yevy charitable apd kindly! disposed,. .towards,’ all ,;mnkind. , ;) 0n Thursday last; 1 was with! him,, for .over two, hours, mostly about . matters.: Riri. Lancelot spoke .very sadly.,, about, the abseneb of h>s,]sonj, but wasfloohing , to -receiving .aomp jptters . next; week. The late baroppt bad «pmo lippe , that h|s son .was, on. bis {way,homo, ( not, havingy (heard for ,t>vo months, pnd wisjicd the, Christmas to. be kept Up as, usual . I]gave ..jiim, as formerly, , my list of in uio shape of; Christ-; nias fare-rblanket] coals,, etc.—.for certain,.of; the poor and ‘sick, ] ] deceased , .cxprosifiy wished the gifts,’itb ,bpincreased Mt thls, time., 1 .cannot account for so dastardly a jnurder. Thevdeceased baronet had no enemies—not pno—l'ain-quito-^fiore.—'He'-'WRS-uniyersally respected by the whole parish and neighbor hoods ! Wc parted good tel ling i mo wo must como and spend Cnrhstmas j lyitb him.” « Ullw i /; (Hcro tbo vicar broke dowiraltogether, and tiior.p. was a long and painful silence.) ,i A juror; “You know this pistol?” , The- vicar (who bad recovered, Jiis firm-' noss) “ It is something like a brace ?= of pistols Sir Lancelot presented his son six years ago, bat I cannot swear to its being onoiofjthe same. Pistols by corUyn jmrtftorsj arc,pften much alike.” A juror; “But the Cnptain’sj^mpnogi;am ( i*j engraved on it." .H J'J jjyj ; ;;, The!vicar: “Catpain ArmytflgO"wight have given it away or sold it, or it nnght ; . have, been stolon, Nothing would ovdrl 'Convince !mp, tbdt Captain Hubert Armytagc was oven implicatd in bis father’s death. Ho was a loving!and dutiful son.” .... ? “ But ho quarrelled with hia'fajhpff - said-o juror,) ,]Thpivicar: “I beg to contradict you. sir, Captain Armytagc never quarxoiled with rf his father, 1 nor do I believe ho over said an unwind word to his father. I was with the baronet the vepy night his son loft. Sir Laimelot’s .words 1 to mo were, I fear I spoke harshly, Ifujicrt seemed to take it to heart, and he has gone away for a long time. If ho does pot ro tuiTi I j think my heart will break, Write at pqeo end entreat him to como bank. Up forKiimotely Captein Armytege teft no ad dress »Wo did not fiosr for several months, then , ho wrote from Australia and other {ilficoB.] Ho has written regularly till the nst two months. j . //.Seven weeks tuto.I bad a kind letter from him, (Written in the most loving terqfs of his.father, but complaining that bo had no letter from homo for somo months, though, i know pie Lancelot bad written olmost oyory: month; l.havo scon letters addrcs|ed and stamped ready for the post, oven \ put in the hag by the baronet himself.” -«• juror: “Who posted tho letters at tho ;?1Sfofvloar; “Tho bag was doolja’dfby ibo .baron(it, and generally taken by ! the 'coachman oy bno of tho grooms-to tho prst office. The '.baronet and postmaster kept each their own ?jhby. f |0n Thursday night last I bad retired to .bad, ]taut bearing the Towers’ boll -ringing X and hurried out, thin|png ! lt - .firp Vi Jl was surprised and shpokp|l; pn ; . rpach ing - Sir Lancelot’s rooms to ifndriykind bid 'Jtricna lying dead from a bullot- worundl. • / 1 caonot swear to the piste!.; ,1‘fkcArcely .rembribor if it even resembles oho' of tho .brace[the baronet presented tohia.'ispnrrthat ?'was some years ago.” f» t Vr 1 Q X' .Budappoh Matthews was almost iqcpberontly from grief, gave nor evidence ,!thus':|-“I have lived twenty-seven years_in ”8ir'Y|.nnoelot Armytogo’s soCTicq. .. first as maid to Lady Armytagc and afters her ddatii

‘ " I ’> ’ *?• • ' " as housekeeper to 'the • late baronet, a > good and kind‘gentleman'as>QTor lived.' -'• 1 ?- »* Oat- Thursday: night last’ my niece was so ’restless toot I went/down-to --the pantry for some chlorodyno I'kept m a small cupboard, togivo! her, which sent''her into a ' sound sleep. ' I remained awake for some time. At' about for I .looked*at my watch soon; after, I fancied I hearda footstep outside my door. I £ listened again,' thinking it might be the master wanting something.' I felt nervous, so gpt up, and as 1-was slipping on my'dress ing, goWn 1 heard a sharp noiso; then a heavy' . thud] as if 'someone ’ ! hadl; fallen'> 1 heavily.- I hurried into ’Sir Lancelot's ' bedroom and shook-with terror at'seeing the poor>i gentle man lying* on. the* hearthrug. T ram out of 'the room and palled tho ; ropo oP the -Towers’ bell, >vhich was near the > baronet's/rooms in easo of iflre. It was some ten minutes-before 1 beard anyone about, then the servants all cainci together from the east wing. Benson ,’como first and we lifted-the poor dear gontlo manop to the - bed,' but ho -was”past ’ail earthly care.“ (Here*. the - old housekeeper .sobbed aloud). After -a time ‘she continued, <! I never, hoard a wordspokon against him; I romomberthodaythoCaptain came to the Towers’ and-left that night. It -was some thing’about a’bill," the- Captain told me,'be bad put his namoto for a triend and brother officer. He saidhisTather was angry. - ’ v „“L bdd known .Master Hubert from a baby.' Hp. would often tell'' mo his little* ttriubles from a hoy-upwards:’ This time'ho said he ‘had sold his’Commission;* and was going quite away,, never to 1 return until he could pay back the sum his father - had "paid for him. The, Captain seemed angry with' himself that lie had put'his 7 name to the bill, angry also .with the man lie bad done it for; 1 bogged him not to go: - to think better of leaving bis father at his .-time'’’of-life. * I told him it would, all 1 blow’ 1 oyer after n bit, for the old] gentleman was ! so ! good, and loved "his' son with all his hoart, but Master 1 Hubert was rather too haughty, rnd'nothing would* aljei hi.s'determination ’ ’ Ho was often rath ir proud like, -never ?to me” or to feriy ; of t*ie servants. ' Ho was 1 a g.*eat favorite* with us' .nil.’’ ‘ ! ••?'* , , ?*? ? A juror: “ Have you ever scon this pistol before Sir Lancelot’s death?” * ? " ? 1 ’ ' Mrs. .Matthews : “TromonAbor’ the Captain ,had> a case of pistols, but it was years ««jo. so little' about firearms. I could 1 not sayi if tho'pistol’ found at Sir Lancelot’s death ‘over*belonged to’ Captain Armytago. 1 I would certainly swear that the Captain had no , hand* in his father’s ’death. Master Hubert was always a loving and dutiful soil, from a ’ boy to the day ; I helped pack hiS’ |and marked all his clothes with his monogram.' ”1- have never closed ’? my eyes since, my dear’ master’s death, but thinking all day and rilght does not help men getting ,at too cause of the murder.- John-Benson <wos called, and stated;— “I hayoliyod twenty;'years with the late Sir Lancelot'Armytago;, as ’butler; Oh Thursday last tliej decoded had his dinner os usual, say- 1 ing' a/fqw words to us ’sorvantn' quite’dicer- 1 'fully at' dinner, and gave’me orders’that some of the. old 1 port be was drinking - that night was to be’ shnt to tlie vicarfego for the po6r. The iriokter almost immediately after dinner Retired to this rooms upstairs. I’saw no more of him till tooTowor boll alarmed me, and 1 I hurried to the south- wing rooms to find my dear old master lying dead ;’the work of ’some villain.' I cannot account at all for tho’cauko of it,;, never knew my-master say an -unkind 1 word jto anyone. ” 1 ' ' - - > ' A juror: “ The deceased was angry with' his son'?” : •”!’ ’ - ?’.? • ? ??? -•« 'i ? ?; , Benspri: “Well’be-seemed veXedand put out one-morning at a letter ho’ got from the Captain, about a bill, and sat, down at. onco ana .wrote’ off a letter. T tin nit bowas 1 sorry after , he• ! had : Beht ,! ifc‘" He seemed .*out *of .sorts all day. c Tbo Captain camo next morn-; ldo hot ”know what passed .in the 1 library but tho Capthin’ camo ottt ahd gave’ orders for his things to be'peeked 'at once. At dinner the gentlemen didn’t talk mucln Sir Lancelot seemed sorrowful r that his son' ,>ysa going,'but the Captain-would'not change .his mind, and'loft’that night.” "i m , , (to be continued.)' 1 ,