Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 302, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 May 1924 — Page 8

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BEGIN HERE TODAY The marriage of Dolly and Nigel Bretherton proves an unhappy one. When war is klleciared. Nigel is glad to enlist. He leaves IDolljr undo 1 the care of Mary Furtiival. ■Nigel is killed and Dolly marries an old [sweetheart. Robert Durham. Dolly and Rob'ert sail for America, and. word comes of the sinking of their ship. When Nigel's brother. David, calls to see Nigel’s widow. Mary is ashamed to tell him of Doily's marriage. David mistakes. Mary for his Is-other’s wife and asks her to come to live at Red Grange with him and bin aunt. David and his aunt welcome Mary when she comes to Red Grange. David asks Mary if she believes in ghosts and tells her that Red Grange is haunted. NOW GO ON WITH THE STOKI “jfc—iED GRANGE is haunted, do |U I you mean?’’ I “Yes; we are quite proud -of our ghost, aren't we. Aunt Florence? I haven’t seen it myself, but a good many of our ancestors have, and each visitation is chronicled most carefully in an old book. I will show gt to you tomorrow. You are not afraid of ghosts?” Mary laughed. “I don’t believe in them, of course! Do you?” He hesitated. “I’m not sure —but I rather believe I do.” “David!” said Miss Varney reprovingly. He looked across at her. “Well, I believe I do: in our particular ghost, at any rate. They say >he is a very charming person.” "A woman, then?" said Mary. “Yes; a lady in gray. As 1 say. •i’ve never seen her, but she is suptosed to appear at stated times, and v&ik the corridors upstairs. I dareay you’ve noticed that most of them ire oak-paneled?” “Well, there is supposed to be a ■ecret door in one panel leading to ,:n old undiscovered passage—that’s ;he story, anyway. Most old houses .Aive some such story; I wonder Nigel you. He and T used to ipend days when we were youngsters, :rying find out where it was. I should think there’s hardly an inch of

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paneling we haven’t tapped and tried to coax into opening, but we never found anything, and I daresay it’s only a story.” “Mary will be dreaming if you tell her any more,” Miss Varney objected. . David looked at the girl. “Will you? Tm sorry; I didn’t think you’d be so impressionable.” “I’m not. I think it’s awfully interesting. When did she last appear —this gray lady?” David hesitated. He knit his brows. “I can't quite remember, hut it’s some years ago—long before my time. The story runs that she is only seen when some disaster or disgrace is MISS VARNEY LOOKED UP FROM HER CROCHET. threatening the family. She's quite a kindly soul, evidently,” he added, laughing. “And means quite well." They al! laughed and the conversation was changed.

CHAPTER XXXIII The Family Skeleton David went to his room to write letters after dinner; and Mary and Msss Varney sat together (in the drawing room. “Doesn't Mr. Bretherton ever sit with us —with 'you, I mean?” Mary asked involuntarily. Miss Varney looked up from her crochet. “Uh, yes: sometimes, my dear! Rut he's not at all strong, you know: in fact, at one time we never thought he would Hyo to grow up. He’s much better now. but he has to be care ful. I like him to rest as much as possible. But we shall see quite a lot of him, and yon'll like him very much when you know him better.” “I like him now.” said Mary, impulsively. Miss Varney looked pleased; she 'was never tired of listening to praise of her idol. “He’s a wonderful man—wonderful!” she said, with quiet enthusiasm. “He doesn’t make many friends, and he doesn't make them easily; but once he likes a person, he'd do anything for him." “I am sure he would." “He’s just like his grandfather in some respects," Miss Varney went on, with evident enjoyment. “He's the straightest man I know, hut once vou make an enemy of him —” She looked up at M iry with a sort of pride. "The Brethertons never forgive!” she said severely. "I don’t—think that’s very nice of theTn," said Mary with a nervous little smile. “They might need forgiveness for something themselves one • lay.” Miss Varney unwound some more cotton from the ball on her lap. “It's a family trait, my dear; I can't explained in any other way. Os course, I know we are all taught to forgive our enemies, hut not many of us do so. I am afraid. Just now David was speaking of the family ghost,*as he calls it. but he didn't tel,l you about the last time it ap peared, and why it Is supposed to have appeared, did he?" “No.” | “It was in his grandfather's time. David’s father was tlryoung man then, and his brother Ralph—you’ve heard Nigel speak of his Uncle Ralph, of course?” ' “No.” Miss Vaetiey looked surprised. “Haven’t you? 1 wonder he didn’t tell you about him. He was the black sheep of the family. He was older than David’s father, and he got iqto some trouble here at home and went off abroad. Nothing- was heard of him -for years, until one day news of his death was sent to his father. He’d died somewhere In America, and that apparently was the end of him. and every one naturally looked upon Da vid and Nigel’s father as heir. “I it must have been about six months later,” she went on, “that a woman arrived at the Red Grange. It was November. I wasn’t here, of course, hut I’ve heard the story told so often I almost seem to have been here and witnessed it. She had a child with her, a boy of 2 years, and she said she was Ralph Bretherton’s wife. and ( that the boy was his son. Nobody nad ever heard of his being married, but she persuaded his father into believing her. She had papers and certificates, and goodness alone knows what, and she told him a very plausible story of how she met him, and what their life had been, and how he died. “Well, to cut a long story short, she was received here as Ralph Bretherton’s widow, and the child acknowledged as his son. A nice little fellow he was, I believe; and, judging from his portrait—there’s one in the gallery—he was a very prdtty boy, hut not a bit like a Bretherton. He and his mother stayed hfere for about two months, living in luxury, before they were found out. David’s grandfather took a great fancy to them, it appears, and thought? nothing too good for them. “Then one night the Gray Lady was seen; no fewer* than three people saw her, and all on separate occa sions. It was a so everyone said, that some disaster was falling on the family. And sure enough it was, because the very next day someone sent an anonymous letter to the head of the house—David's grandfather —and warned him that the 'woman he was sheltering as h!s son's

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wife was an imposter. I don’t remember the details, but it proved to be true enough. She had only known Ralph Bretherton very slightly, and the whole thing was a put-up scheme to get the money and estates for the boy.” i CHAPTER XXIV The Bretherton Character Mary had '“listened breathlessly. “And what happened t,o them?” , Mias Varney shook her head, *

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

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“This is the most dreadful part of the whole story, my dear, and one that none of the family are very proud of: for David’s grandfather turned them out then and there, neck and crop, into the road,' and wouldn’t allow any one to raise a finger to help them. It was a dreadful night, so they say, snowing, and with a cutting wind blowing.” Miss Vavney shivered a little at her own thoughts, tihe had told the story so many times' that it had become most realistic to her.

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She put down her work and looked across ac Mary. “In the morning some of the villagers found them In a snowdrift by the roadside. The little boy was dead, and his mother” —she shook her head —"she died soon afterwards.” “How cruel —how wickedly cruel!” Mary’s voice was angry and indignant. "Wasn’t he punished? Can’t a man be punished for murder? It was murder!” she repeated vehemently. Miss Varney looked a little shocked.

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“There was a terrible scandal, of course; but—well, when you are a rich and powerful man, my dear, you can hush things up, you know, and the whole truth never came out. But it showed that side of the Bretherton character —relentless, remorseless.” “And you mean—you mean that David would he like that?” asked Mary slowly. * “Oh, my dear, how can I tell? I only know that he is a Bretherton to the backbone." Mary left her chair and walked

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over to the fire. She dropped on her knees, holding her hands to the warmth of Its blaze. She was shivering a little. “I suppose if anyone deceived him, then,” she said in a hard voice, “that he would be quite capable of behaving in the way his grandfather did. is that what you mean?” Miss Varney looked distressed. “I’m afraid I am giving you a wrong impression of him, Macy. It’s so unlikely that anything ever will happen to rouse him sufficiently-, fan'

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the ordinary way he never gets upset at ail. Why, even when we heard that Nigel had been killed, you would !hardly have thought David cared, the way he took it.” Mary’s face flamed. “It seems that nobody loved him but me!” she said bitterly. Then, suddenly remorseful: “Oh, I didn't mean that! Please forgive me: I didn’t mean that!” Miss Varney took the hand she extended. _ ' (Continued in Our Next Issue)

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