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THE STORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE. "I must explain to you firstof all," began Jack, when, dinner despatched, and the boy8 departed, we settled ourselves to hear his promised story, "that my name, and of course also that of my poor brother, is really Dymocke, 'Dalton' beipg only assumed by Edmond for various reasons which you willdoubless understand aB my story progresses. The sons of well-to-do parents in the west of Ireland, we received an excellent education, and in due time entered college together—there was but a year's difference in our ages—having made up our minds to adopt the calling of barristers^ as our profession. The very unanimity of our choice will tend in some degree to shotf you in what accord were our mutual wishes and desires, and how close was the bond of brotherhood between us. Indeed, I may truly say that, up to the time of our entering the University, we agreed In all matters under the sun. Some folks maintain that demonstrative affection is more common among girls than boys. All I can say is, that no two sisters could possibly have been more loving and inseparable than were Edmond and I. All through our childish days the people in our neighborhood used to joke and ca)l us the 'twins,' so surely were we of one mind in everything, and where one of us was, the other was certain to be. It was the resuit of one of our boyish desires to possess some distinguishing and unique fef ^mark in common, not owned by the rqpt of. the world, which led us one day, in a "V spirit of bravado, to brand our arms with the six-pointed star. It was only after

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Edmond had burnt the star on my left -i, wrlBt that he suddenly remembered the l|i^ mole on his, but sooner than have the '(•star burnt on his right wrist, and so be Afe different to me, he had it done on the left one where the mole slightly obscured the end of one of the points. But ,, before we had been many months in

Dublin, much of this unanimity of der/d sire was lost. Edmond, on one of the jp'S'v rare occasions when he had gone out

without me, bad been introduced to a HtT" certain set of young men, who, while professing loyalty to the existing Government, were in secret plotting against

It. They—seeing, I suppose, in my brother a likely subject for a tool—took mm pains to tire his imagination with the well-worn story of his country's wrongs, 'Mm and of the noble work they-rthe «patriots,' as they dubbed themselves—were 3& about to perform in freeing Ireland from the rule of the tyrant. Edmond returned home to me that night bursting withenJftS thusiasm, and from that moment, strive as I would to prevent it and cause him fft* to break with these dangerous friends, brother was practically lost to me.

For the first time in our lives our thoughts and wishes were diametrically opposed political plotting was, and always will be, abhorrent to my nature. 5 Edmond, turning a deaf ear to my words, got more and more deeply involved with ?"these men this, however, I could only guess, as, finding me unsympathetic and

4unpatriotic,'

IP? and influence of a few strangers never before had he even wished to do otherwise than what I did. |flft "The breaoh widened between us, and at the end of the second year of our studies, Edmond announced to me that he had given up all idea of becoming a barrister, but had cast his lot with the IP 'patriots.' Our father's death, I must gti§) tell you, had left us both an independ&nd we were not obliged to work lor a living, so tbat of course Edmond was able to do as he would with his time fh and money. We parted sorrowfully— sorrowfully, because, when the hour fifi really came, Edmond would fain have IP drawn back, so deeply did he feel the separation, the first we had experienced.

His was the most loving disposition, §0. clinging and affectionate and never shall I be able to explain to my aatiafaotlon what arguments had been used to sever him from me and undo the habits of a lifetime. At this eleventh hour he would, as I have said, gladly have drawn baok, but he was too deeply in these men's secrets to do so with impunity.

So we parted, he to travel, I believe for the society to whieh he now belonged, I to go the London, for I resolved to pur sue my studies in England, and get call ed to the English, instead of to the Irish bar, so disgusted was I with my country just then. For five long years I saw nothing more o! Edmond, although heard from him from time to time in a perfunctory sort of way, very little news „bein8contained in his letters. ''^%i"0nly the last letter of all gave me any sort of Interesting information, and that was when he hinted that he Intended shortly to sever his connection with the

By M. F. Baly,

Author of "A Little Mistake," "An Artful Little Game," "The Van ishing Gods," &c.

CHAPTER XIII.

[Copyrighted, 1885, by M. F. Baly.]

as he termed it, he took

oare to keep me in the daik about everything. We gradually drifted away from each other's confidence in other things besides this one sore bone of contention although at the time I was far from suspeoting how complete that drifting was going to be. I persisted in regarding it, and persuading myself almost against the evidence of my senses, that this was |p but a temporary estrangement, and that, "when once we had left college, things would right themselves again between i&To tween us. You may imagine yith what "difficulty I learned the bittei lesson that tne brother, who had ever given loving heed to my words as to those of an oracle —for be had the weaker will of the two, and was ihe more easily led—you may imagine, I say, how hard I found it to realize that the habits and love of years had been broken through, as it were in a moment, by the speolous arguments

Society, that he was tired of wandering a sign did he give of either knowing about, and that he Intended to settle down quietly in my neighborhood. 'I have first some important work to do In the country,1 he wrote—he was In England at this time—*and when that is finished I shall send In my resignation as an active member, and Insist on the society accepting it* Then, belgh! for London and yot#- hav*prepar»d a sur-

prise for you—a pleasant one, I hope you will think it—and I may as well admit that the object of it has largely helped me in coming to my present decision so put on your thinking cap at once and guess what it can be! When we at last meet, John, I trust that all subjeots of contention will be forever at an end be tween us. Although 1 cease to be an active member, I shall still belong to the Society, bound to it by oaths which I am sure you will respect. Till we meet, then, my dear brother^ adieu "That was the last letter I ever received from him, and I never knew until long after that the 'surprise' referred to his marriage. About a month later, just when I was wondering at not hearing again, my brother was brought to my oity chambers, a hopeless idiot 1 "Hopeless, did I

Bay?

Well, so I then

thought, and so apparently did the peo pie who sent him to me, or I should surely never have been allowed to have the charge of him—I should have remained permanently in ignorance of his fate. But his case was judged to be hopeless, and the authors of the mischief were only too glad to shift a useless burden from off their own shoulders, and put their victim into my keeping for the sad remainder of his life.. He oould tell no tales the past had vanished 1 "This, however, I learnt later. Shall I ever forget my horror when I arrived at my office one morning, just three years ago, to find a forlorn-looking figure, well-dressed, with eyes oast down, sitting on the stairs outside my room door? I was about to address him and ask him what he wanted, when something familiar in the man's attitude struck me, and I oalled out in astonishment: 'Edmond, old fellow! Why, I hardly knew you—why are you sitting there?' "The figure raised a pair of haggard eyes towards me, but made no sign of recognition. Was it Edmond, after all— or his double? 'Edmond, don't you know me—your brother John? Why are you so silent? Has anything happened, any disaster?' "Still no answer, and I lodked around in astonishment and some alarm for a possible solution of this mystery. I have no doubt that whoeyer brought my hapless brother to my rooms and placed him there on the stairs where I found him, was on the watoh to see me go in that morning, and to prevent the possibility of Edinond's escape. Needless to say, however, that I did not see anyone about they took good oare of that, and I turned again to the silent figure before me. "Then it was that my eyes caught sight of the corner of an envelope sticking in a marked manner out of the dumb man's pocket. Thinking it might be intended for me to read, and would probably contain somesolution of the mystery, I drew it gently out of its resting place, the man offering no resistance, only looking sullenly down to the ground as before. 'Up till that moment I had been absolutely certain that the figure was my brother, but had hoped I was deceived by an accidental resemblance. The letter put my doubt at rest. It was addressed to myself in an unknown and evidently disguised hand. Hurriedly breaking the seal I came upon another envelope, and this was also directed to me at my chambers in Edmond's well-known writing. It was unfastened, and, wondering more and more, fearing I knew not what, I opened it and took out two half sheets of paper. One of them was nearly blank, only containing the words, 'My dear brother, I in Edmond's handwriting. The other half sheet contained these words:—'SirBelieving from the enclosed unfinished letter and directed envelope, which lay by its side, that you are Mr. Edmond Dalton's brother, we take the step of sending him to you. He is suffering from the effects of a great shock, which has, as you will see, affected his brain, and left him dumb. We thought you would prefer to have the charge of your brother yourself, rather than leave him to the care of strangers. As to the nature of the Bhock be has had it will be impossible to explain, and you are hereby advised that any enquiries on the subject will be worse than futile—nay, more, absolutely dangerous. So aocept the advice of friends and be warned in time to keep silence—if not for your own sake at least for your unhappy brother's, who would suffer most from the effects of any enquiries being instituted. Your Wellwisher,' "This precious document was unsigned, though I hatdly notloed it at the time, in the shock of the news it contained. This then was the end of the 'patriots'' work, their scheming and lying—their tool was nsed to the bitter end, and then reduced to—this! My poor Edmond, my fine, handsome brother, a hopeless, dumb idiot! Oh, for the judgment of Heayen to fall on the heads of these wretches, who, pretending to be working for the good of their country, can lend themselves to such foul deeds as this! "With a sob in my voice I bent over the sitting figure and took him by the arm. 'Edmond, my dear fellow,' I said, assisting him to rise, 'what has brought you to this sorry pass? Come, we will go inside, and yon shall try to tell me.' "But he only gated in a vacant way in answer to my repeated questions, to which he evidently attached no mean

Ing. In despair at last I rang the bell, and ordered food and wine to be bronght op, hoping that perhaps the act of eating would unlock the fountain of speech Vain hope! He ate and drank, It Is true, I and seemingly with enjoyment, but not

who I was or that he was oogntsant of being In a strange place, "To out this painful part of my story short, will say at once that I took my brother home with me that night to my lodgings near here—the same house* la fact, yon visited with me to day, and there, tor more than two years did we live together, I giving my profession

and my chambers in order to be always with him and keep him from harm. And not until towards the end of that period did Edmond regain his senses or his speech. The return of the brain faculties oame gradually—so gradually as to be

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Strange fulfillment of a dream. Sen*atfonal discovery of a murder at Way borough!' There were two columns under this, and as I glanced carelessly over them I saw the name 'Edmond Dalton.' Then I knew I had found what I sought 1 "I read it through greedily and carefully—the whole account of Minnie's dream and its wonderful seque?—and then my arms droped limply to my Bides. All was becoming plain to me now, a'nd this, then, was what bad deprived my unhappy brother of his reason—that murdered girl had been his wife, and the marked man—poor wretch! —who had fallen down in a swoon at her feet—her miserable husband! The as sassins, finding bis mind hopelessly gone, as they had imagined, bad then brought him to me, only too glad to get rid of him. And then I fell to wondering who the fair young bride had been, and what her friends were, and why they had not made enquiries about her sud den disappearance long ago. Unhappy Edmond, no wonder that ghastly night's work bad unhinged his mind—what an awful price had he paid for his patriotism! And now this further shock what fresh disaster would that bring? Would the awakening from insensibility be to renewed and final madness, or to reoovered reason and memory? Musing thus I raised my head to look at Edmond as he lay, and I met his eyes, open and wondering, and gaalng at me, wth—God be thanked—the full light of reason in their depths! I got up with a murmured prayer of gratitude on my lips aad bent over him. J, 'John/ he aaid, in a weak voice, 'have

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perceptible—but they did

return at last. I had dootors called in,1 of oourse, but, not being able to give them particulars of the cause of the illness beyond what I knew from the letter I had reoeived, their diagnosis was necessarily imperfect. Still,, they one and all gave me hope that in course of time the brain might regain its normal state, and speech be given back and the result justified their hopes. But alas, with mental health restored, that of the body declined, and, ere I could fully realize that my.brother was given back to me, symptoms of consumption began to show tbemBelveB. After lingering for nearly a year, the end came suddenly at the last, and he died yesterday, as you have seen. "You must not suppose that during those two years of darkness I wished to make no effortsfto solve the mystery. But what could I do? I naturally attributed the cause of Edmond's illness to be connected with that secret society to which he had belonged, but I knew absolutely nothing certain about the lat-, ter, not even its name. Even those members whom Edmond had originally met in Dublin were unknown to me—I had always. steadily refused to be introduced to them, although my brother had often pressed me to allow him to do so, in the hope that I might be induced of join their ranks. So I was forced to be content to walt and hope for the remote chance of my brother's recovery. "The first sign of the restoration of the mental balanoe was a sudden recovery of speech. Ijumpedlike a piliy cpok-mald, nearly out of, my-chair, when one morning at breakfast I heard ahaltlng but distinct request, would'I please pass the butter?

reading the newspaper,

so accustomed was I to. regard myself as practioally alone in. the room, and for the moment-1 thought a stranger had unexpectedly joined us ~at breakfast. No, there was no one elset present. Then it must have been Edmond,!' I spoke to him, and was overjoyed to find he could answer rationality, though slowly, and as if by.a painful effort. "The next step gained was that he reoognized me—recognized, thaV is to say, in a fashion. He fanoied that we were still boys in the old home in Ireland, and all memory of succeeding events were a blank. But I was only too thankful to have regained my brother even to that extent, and many a happy hour did we now spend together in roaming about the green Highgate lanes, or in wandering still farther afield. It was the calm before the storm—a time I shall always remember with pleasure. I was ever careful not to excite my brother's still weak brain by any reference to the past, but I felt that with every succeeding day, the solution of the mystery grew nearer and nearer. My only trouble was that he was ]too evidently growing weaker. "He had got into the habit of taking up the newspaper at odd moments, and, when anything especially interested hitfr he would read it aloud. At first he would only pick out the more simple bits, as a child would, but gradually all his 'grown-up' Interest—if I may use the the term—returned, and this it was which gave me most hope for the future. One morning—I shall never forget it—he had thus taken up the paper as usual, and was in the act of turning it over and scanning down the next page, when, without the slightest warning, he gave a piercing shriek, and after gazing at me wildly for a moment with dilated, unseeing eyes, he threw up his arms and fell forward on the table in a deep faint. As I endeavored by every means in my power to bring him back to his senses my heart was beating wildly in my breast, for something seemed to tell me that now, at length, the time was come —that in that crumpled newspaper at my feet I should find the eluoldation ofi Edmond's illness. "I could not bring him round, so ringing the bell for the servant, between us we got him into bed, and then I sent for1 the doctor. There was nothing more to be done until the latter's arrival, so, taking up the newpaper from the sittingroom floor where it had fallen, I seated myself by the invalid's side, and began to search for—what? I knew not—I was soon to see. "At first I could discover nothing. There was the usual list of leaders, letters, police news—the latter I soanned most carefully—but nothing that could possibly have any bearing on my* broth er's case could I find. At last my eyeB lighted on a heading in large letters:—

I been dreaming, or did they say Susie was dead?' "'Don't begin to talk now,' I answered, soothingly. 'Try and go to sleep again.' 'No don't send me to sleep,' was the fretful reply. 'I want to know the truth If Seeois to me I have been asleep so long.' '"You have been ill,, and are scarcely strong enough yet to talk much. Tomorrow I will tell you all you want to know.' i*"'I cannot rest until I know the truth. It was no dream, then? Ah, no, I see it was not. I know it by your eyes.' "Then, bit by bit memory returned, and he began to recall the whole awful tragedy. His paroxysms of grief and anger were piteous to behold, and truly thankful was I to see the doctor entering the room at last. Between us we managed to quiet him, and then a sleeping draught was administered, whioh I verily believe saved his life. "The next day he was more composed and able to discus the sad subject more oalmly, and then it was that I heard about the hasty courtship and marriage in Paris, and the succeeding events down to the time when the poor girl met herdoom. "'Two of our leading members were in Wayborough'prison,' explained Edmend,'and we had ordered to effect their :releaee by fair means or foul. Our plan was jut some explosives into a secret dungeon said to be under the prison gateway and yard, to fire them just before the van containing the prisoners drove in, and then to profit by the general confusion to seize the van and liberate our comrades. I pointed out most strenuously the probable sacrifice of life this plan would entail, but I was overruled and oompelled -to give way. One of the men was on my side, though, and I think we had both privately determined in our own minds that the explosion should take place, prematurely, when not one about. "'I was getting tired of the life,'Edmond continued 'for I was daily be oomlng more and more aware that although there were still some members amongst us who were animated by pure patriotism, the aims of the majority were far from being the noble ones I had in my youthful folly and enthusiasm imagined. I had fully resolved to break off from aotive membership, and to live with my darling girl a happy and peaceful life, in a little nest of our own. Fool, thrice fool, that I was, ever to expose her to suoh dangers! But I will be avenged!' he finished, starting up. 'No vows under creation* shall intervene to save a murderer. Though it costs me my own life, I shall go to the Society, and demand the surrender of those three men to justice.' "But that was not to be so easy. When we arrived at what had formerly been the headquarters of the Society, we found the birds flown, no one knew whither. Evidently the proceedings at Wayborough had given them a scare, and members had preferred change of quarters to the risk of arrest of those guilty ones who were so deep in their secrets. Edmond was much depressed in consequence of our failure, and I suggested that information should at once be given to the police, but this he seemed curiously reluctant to do. The police were such blunderers, he said once let any of the Society's members get an inkling that he (Edmond) was alive and in full possession of his senses, and not only would the guilty men be effectually spirited away, but his own life would not be worth a week's purchase. 'And I should like,' he went on, his frail body [CONTINUED ON THIRD PAGE.]

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