Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 13, Number 47, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 19 May 1883 — Page 6

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THE MAIL

~A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

Lost at Last

IV BY W1L B. ET8TEB,

Author Sf "One of the Family," "Drifting to Doom," "Captive Corinne," etc., etc.

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CHAPTER VI/ &&

r- MRS. MAO ILL BAB TROUBLB.

The morning following the evento detailed in the previous chapter foand a certain Mrs. MaGill, who kept a board--ing-bouse in Brooklyn, in aotne little mental perturbation.

The lact was that having a very good excuse, she bad rapped at the door of one of her lodgers at an hour so early as to be rather unreasonable. She needed ten dollars to make up a sum that she had to raise that day, and after some little hesitation, had decided to ask the lodger to advance that amount.

He was a clever young fellow, who never not in arrears, and who always seern to have plenty of money.

As they had always been on the best of terms, Mrs. MaUill considered that her rooms were let on a long lea*© a desirable party, of abundant means and regular habits, and congratulated herself accordingly.

This morning she tapped lightly at the door, a little ashamed of the request she was going to proffer, but, at the same time, well fortified in her cause by the urgency of the case.

This lodger was, ordinarily, an early riser, but he was evidently not astir as yet. From within the room came no answer.

After waiting a minute or so, she knocked again. Standing there in grizzly shade*, it seemed to Mrs. MaUill that the panels emited a peculiar, hollow, cavernous sound, but there was still no answering movement or voice.

Frightened, though emboldened, Mrs. MaGill tried the door, and, tinding that it swung open at her touch, she ventured to peer within the room.

No gen Lletnati lodged there. A glance showed that it bad not been slept in that night.

Everything seemed to be in its proper position, except its occupant, and be wan nowhere to be seen. "Bless rny soul I" was the exclamation of Mrs. MiiUill. "Surely something has happened to this young man, or he never would have stayed out all night without letting me know it. "Did he stay out, though? I could have aworn I board him come in about his usual time, or many be a little later. Did he c'tuiie in and go out again, or was 1 dreaming? If 1 didn't bate to do anything to give my house a name, I'd spoak to the police about him. It would be dreadful lust now and then I made 'sure he would advance me the ten dollars. Well, 111 wait and see. Itmay bo that it will turn up yet."

So Mrs. MaGill waited all that day and until after dark with some hopes, momentarily growing fainter, that he would put in an appearance.

As she opened tbe hall door, for, perhaps, the tenth lime, and looked out into •the street, a hack rattled up and slopped at the tsurb—evidently visitors for Mrs.

MaGill. First, that lady drew back and madea motion as to close tbe door then curiosity triumphed, and she looked out into the street again. "If she expected to see the vehicle dis-

Osappointmeut.

her truant lodger, she was doomed It was a lady that alighu-d.

This lady was tall, slender and graceful. She trod the pavement with the air of a queen, and as ahe me fluttering up the steps, Mra. MaGill fell more than ever inclined to beat a retreat, and thus «ain time to restore her mental equilibrium.

To meet her thus upon the threshold seemed on a par with the meanness of being caught listening at a key-hole.

She stood her ground, however, and tried to put on a composed and somewhxt inquiring' look.

Presently a voice of surprising sweetness addressed tbe inquirer: "Is this Mrs. MaGtlTs?" "MaGill Is my name, and am the mistressof the house. Is there anything I can do for you

you coming to the polut at once, ly preliminary Mwting around

This was coming to tl: wit out an the bush as was natural, and then again spoke: "I believe you keep a boarding-house have you a* one of your lodgers, a gentlem in by the name of Arthur Sidney "I knew it I knew it!" was the rather Irrelevant response. "Can you tell me anything about the dear young man? He is missing, and I feel sure something has happened to him."

The lacy hesitated a moment,

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The exclamation was sharp, and full of quentioning accent. For a minute after neither spoke—Mrs. MaGill because she did not know what it was beet and safest to say, the other, apparently from agitation or anxiety.

Finally the stranger found words. "I know you will pardon my anxiety —your words convey so much mean lug —I have had such a weary time braking for him. My name Is Mary Sidney. 1 am Art bur Sidney a wife."

It would have been bard to conceive of any communication that would have staggered Mrs. MaGill more. Sbeki.ew not what to say, and, iu order to gain time, made the exclamation, "Is That so and followed it by an invitation to enter the house.

Without hesitation Marsh accepted the Invitation. With a step, faltering enounh, •he advauced, following Mrs. MaGill to the parlor, where she sank upon a chair.

Mrs. MaGill, being a widow herself, was impressed with tbe possibilities of the situation, an 1 felt inclined to let her heart go out to tbe etrapgerat first sight.

Truly, this lady wan winsome enough. Even in tbe shadow, tbe landlady bad noted the elegance of ber form and tbe giaee of her movements. Now, under glow of tbe gas-light, she saw a fresh, pare, healthy face, with features pronouncedly beautiful, and eyes of the deepest blue. 1 these eves seemed not tobeswiming In be tears that would start, they were,, nevertheless, melting and tender. A great mass of purely golden hair was rolled away from tbe classic face, and in either little ear there sparkled an ear* ring that would have paid a lodger's bill a longer time than Mrs. MaGill generally Srept her boarder*. All this, and the rfetaife of a dress that was In exquisite taate, Mrs. MaGill took in at one comprehensive. sweeping glance. Certainly this was a woman to be treated with courtesy. Hnwrwr singular her coming at sorb a ttane Mad is a way. the n*u«i» startled by the pea of tbe wife as she bad at tbedf ppettranee of: husband ibo-rbt her wwrtfcy of ail n~i«ctful atteo -1.

"And you are the wife of Mr. Arttior Sidney How strange that you should have arrived just when I felt so anxious about him. Indeed, tfcougb, be baa been in nay bonae along time, I never knew that be was married. He hardly seemed old enough, begging you pardon, to have a family?' "It is quite likely that you knew nothing of it, since it was only a few days ago that we were married, Circumstances of an imperative nature separated us almost Immediately." "Ah!' ssid Mrs. MaGill.

From the tone of her visitor's voioe she understood st once tbst there was some mystery connected with tbe subject, and it did her good to say her say on the subject. "So Mr. Sidney was married while away. I mind be looked sort of flurried and worried like when he came back, and I told him bis trip hadn't done him mnch good but I never even dreamed it could be tbat. And so you are Arthur Sidney wife Well, well!" "It may well seem strange. I sometimes scarcely believe it myself. I came to New York under tbe care of one of my husband's friends, but our train was late, and be could not accompany me, »o be hastily gave me address at which to inquire for my husband, siuce be bad forgotten the number of bis lodgiugbouse. When I got there the bouse had burned down, and tbe people not to be beard of. You can fancy bow I felt. Chance and a directory sent me to you. See, here is my certificate. Let me describe bim to you there must be no mistake."

Her looks, ber words, the description she then gave, and, above all, tbe marriage certificate (for wbicb she had written to Mr. Bailey) seemed to satisfy Mrs. MaGill, who began to impart ber little stock of knowledge.

It did not take long to do this a few minutes of valuble talking, and Marah Sidney was possessed of all the facts in the case. Then she seemed to reflect for a minute before she spoke. Her coolness was coming back. She evinced little agitation and a great deal of firmuess. "Of course, Mrs. MaGill. I had expected to join my husband here, and prohn hly remain some time with him. Under tbe circumstances, I do not blame you for lieing a little—suspicious yet if you baveany doubts remaining, lean entirely remove tbem in a little time. Of course I shall, if Mr. Sidney is not heard from, remain in tbe city, and see tbat a search is instituted. Meantime 1 would prefer being on tbe spot. Could you tawe me in If any further refference is needed, certainly my puree can speak for me." "Oh, certainly by all means. I shall only be too bappy to give you a room. Your trunks will follow you '•The back is still waiting at the door. If you consent, I suppose I may as well bave the bagage brought in at once." "Very well."

So, without further parley, Marah became an inmate of Mns. MaGill's bouse, aud whs given a room immediately adjoining tne one which Arthur had called bis own.

Here Mrs. MaGill left her to arrange her effects. Half an hour later sbe descended once more to the parlor, which happened, oh that particular evening, to be entirelv deserted by the other lodgers She bad said that she would wait until morning before taking any measures to obtain news of tbe missing man, and, with an expressed hope that he might, in tbe meantime, appear, she resigned herself to the weary task of waiting.

CHAPTER VII. PLOTTERS IN COUNCIL.

Hair an hour after Marah had been fairly installed, there came a ring at the door-bell, which Mrs. MaGill chose to answer in person.

A young girl, muffled in a coarse red shawl, stood in the shadow of the doorway, in a timid, shrinking tone, asking: "Does Mr. Artber Sidney live here, and is he in "Arthur Sidney? Good gracious! here it is again When he was about, no one thought of asking for him now, when he is missing, the paving-stones themselves are riling up to ask after bim. Yes, he lives here, out you'll bafce to come again he's not here now." "But where is he do you know anything—have you beard anything of him to-day?" "No. What is it that you want You are the second woman here this evening inquiring for h'.m. He has not been here since yesterday morning. That is all I know about him. You had better go, now, and come back to-morrow maybe he will turn up by tbat time." "Another woman? Who is she? May be she knows something about him let me see her." "She knows no more than I do. It's his wife, just come on from Philadelphia." 'His wife? Perhaps I can tell her something sbe should know. Let me see her alone."

At any otberjtime Mrs. MaGill would probably bave thought twice before she would have admitted a stranger to tbe htouseonsuch scant excuse just now sbe Was, }n the technical language of tbe ring, ?'all abroad," and, without demur, sbe ushered the girl Into tbe parlor. "Mrs. Sidney, here is some one who has come asking for your husband, and says sbe wauts to see you privately. I don't know what sbe has to say, but, perhaps, it might be as well to listen to her. when she is ready to go, call me."

So saying, Mrs. MaGill retired, leaving the two face to face with each other. Each eyed tbe otber keenly during the brief silence that followed the announcement. It was tbe girl in tbe red shawl who spoke first. "Are you Arthur Sidney's wife "I sm. What can that be to yru "Nothing particular yet I doubt you. I came here to see if any thing bad been beard from him?" "Wby? Girl, do you not see bow strange it looks that you should be inquiring for a young man—a young married man

I never spoke to bim before last night, but be happened to be known to me by name. I knew where be boarded—bowever, it makes no difference. Last night I saw bim set upon by roughs and cutthroats, and I fear tbat bis life has been taken. As be fell Into danger when trying to do me favor, I thought I would find out If be bad escaped. It seems that be did not. He is dead then nothing ean be done now." "Dead?"

Marah gave a start and a shTver as sbe beard tbat word. Then sbe leaned over and caught the young girl by tbe wrist, ber own trembling in ber greet excitement. Sbe uttered tbe word in a passionate protest, and there was fire in ber eyes as tbey devoured tbe countenance of ber m-a-ri*. "I am afraid be la either dead or so mangled tbat be will die. Wby doubt tit saw hem drugging bis motionless bndv toward tbe water. If their brutal Mows did not Mil, tbe river finished the w*x-k. He Is not at tbe morgue yet but one day they will find him, be sure of ISat."

Mamh beard these words, but seemed star? prebend them. When tbe girl "OBfcking, ber voice, in answer, «tanriM thready and weak I »«An ry save of what yousdyt Is he., ajsdf"

"I sm very sure." Then Marah seemed to shrivel all up. Sbe put ber face upon ber arms, and her arms upon the little table, st which sbe was sitting, and, became totally obvious of her visitor.

While she wss thus absorbed with her

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rrief, tbe girl. Eve Lindsay, stole quietout of tbe room. The first intimation tbat Marah bad of ber disappearance was tbe clang of tbe cloeing front door.

At tbat she raised ber head and listened. Footsteps could be beard without,

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tbe pavement, that might be tbe tben came an interval of silence, ken by tbe re-enteranoe of Mrs. MaGill, stared around in some astonishment.

Wherever did tbe girl get to I told you to let me know, and I would show ber out."

Her words fell on ears unlistentng, and sbe bad to repeat tbem before Marah, in a voice choking with emotion, told her how she being overcome with sorrow and dread, tbe girl bad taken tbe opportunity to glide away. Tben Mrs. MaGill rushed to tbe front door, but Eve was out of sight, snd, indeed, tar on her way home.

Tbis night she treaded the streets without any adventuie, and found Harper Wardlaw talking to ber father in a low tone, and apparently in full accord and yet Eve, entering quietly, guessed at once that they had not been altogether harmonious.

Her father looked up wiih a smile. When Kenton Lindsay smiled it gave an unpleasant expression to a face that in moments of repose, was rather goodlooking than otherwise.

Probably it was because it was false— because, at heart, Lindsay always felt the coldest and cruelest when bis face was tbe most beaming.

Eve recognized tbis fact, and knew that in her absence, something had been said or done that had exc ted her father.

It was not that she bad left the bouse, since it was Lladsay's own proposiiion that she should ta-e herself out of the road for an hour or two. It might be tbat she bad overstayed her limit, but she rather fancied that the cause of that peculiar look upon bis face was *ometbing tbat Harper Wardlaw bad said, or some plan that tbe two bad laid.

Eve Lindsay knew at a glance that trouble was brewing for somebody. Perhaps the news sbe brought might bave its weight in the case. "Well, he is dead

So spoke the girl after a hasty nod to Warlaw. At once ber father started up. "Who? that wbelp, young Sidney?"

Evenoded. "Are you certain How did you find out? "Certain enough. I looked all through tbe Herald aud tbere was nothing there. Tben I went over to Brooklyn to his boarding-house, and they bave beard nothing of bitn there since yesterday morning. He mnst he in the river."

Sbespoke as calmly as though she was talking of tbe most natural thing in tbe world. Even Wardlay wasstrucK with the .carelessness of her speech, and glanced up with a questioning look in his black eyes. This bardly seemed tbe girl who last night was imploring bim to go to tbe rescue of the murdered inan. It was Lindsay, however, who spoke: "What in the name of Heaven did you go there for? Do you want to get us mixed up in the investigation that may be set on foot? It wouldn't take much togetusall in a pretty pickle, just when it is most inconvenient." "Doyou think I have no heart at all? He lost his life saving mine. If I should not inquire after bim who should "jW what purpose? It wasembaring enough to be under obligations to t'ue fellow without gettingouroelves into no end of trouble. This comes of letting a child like you into our business. I only wish you either knew nothing of the matter or bad been satisfied to let well enough alone. You never will be satisfied until you are broken in with a strong band."

Eeutan Lindsay spoke in heat and yet, though bis wonis were harsb, he seemed more vexed at himself than at the girl. Sbe did not mind his angry tone at all, but stood looking from one to tbe otber as though striving to divine their thoughts, When ber father had ceased speaking, she went on again: "Yes, it is quite likely you will bave some one on your track. I think I saw one person to-night who will have something to say in the matter, though tbe person was a woman." "A woman? In tbe fiend's name, what woman "That you must find out for yourselves. She calls herself his wife." "His wife?" exclaimed the two men, in one aud tbe same breath. "Impossible! He has no wife." "Perhaps he has perhaps not. All I know is tbat a ywung lady is at his boarding-house who calls herself Mrs. Sidney. She acis as though sbe might be his widow. When I tola ber that Arthur was dead sbe almost fainted and while sbe was having a quiet cry to herself, I slipped out of the room without hei noliciug it. I thought it might be as well to get away before she began asking troublesome questions." "The only sensible thing you have t'one to-nlgbt. Now, get off to your room- This thing has upset me quite, and I muxt bave a talk with Wardlaw. Mind you, no eavesdropping!' "1 rather think if I bad uot journeyed over there you would not have found out about the young lady tbat claims to be his wife until you had run your bead against au unpleasantly bard stone wall." "Tbe girl is right don't be cross at ber for what sbe has done. Tbere is little danger of ber ever, in any contingency, being recognised, and her intelligence is important. Let ber go in peace.*

Without giving any chance for further discussion, Eve made ber exit. When she bsd closed tbe door, the two looked st each other in a dubious, uncertain sort of way. "Well, what do you propose?" asked LindsaV, at length. "To find out now tbe land lays and tben go straight, ahead." "But this woman—this wife. Whst of ber? Of oourse sbe will ioberit. Sbe is probably young and vigorous, too." "Bab! It only means tbst two lives are in the way instead of one. What of tbat? We are fairly embarked, and when I onoe go into a thing I mean to bring success."

Tbe otber shuddered, was silent a moment, and tben answered: "All right success be it!" *'it may be that after all, Sidney is not dead. Such a thing migbt be possible. Some men can be loaded into a cannon and fired away, and tben drop fig-

down on their feet sll p* trouble end dan

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVTOOTG MATT.

_bt snd smiling.

I hope be Is gone. It would save us both

ger."

I wish as well tbst Eve had not seen

him. Sbe is a clever girl bnt I doubt if sbe Is always reliable. It is hurting me to the i-esrt tbat he should bave met bis fate while aiding ber. If be should come to li a$ain,U strikes me that we would haw a bard Ume doing anything with her, It sbe should suspect foul play. As long as Arthur Sidney was only some one to hate, it was wll enough bat Ew sever forgets an injury or a favor." "Nonsense! She has bad a bard

enough time of it dodging around with you from pillar to post, to quarrel with that fate that puts a fortune into ber hands. It is hers, you know, if this Sidney is out of the wsy." "Yes, yes, I know and yet. somehow, I fear it is going to be nothing but a curse, after all. If only I was a free man, it would be different. 1 get discouraged, sometimes, with the weight tbat is on me, and wish I was desd. It would all come right for her some day, no doubt." "Ho, ho! a croaker you are! Why, man alive, what has come over you? Here you bave been biding in poverty for years, losing tbe best part of your life, and have turned and twisted, and kept up a brave front through it all, aud just when you can see a glimmer of light ahead, you begin to show the white feather. Rest easy it will all be right with tbe mony ouce in Eve's hands, you can drop out of sight. North, south, east or west, with money in your purse, you are above all things." "Except

Lidsay stopped with that one word. What else he might bave said seemed to be understood by Wardlaw, though he did not care to supply the elipsis. He only looked at tbe man with an evil smile, and remained silent. Tbere are some men to whom conscience is an ever-present instrument of torture, and maddens with mental pain. Kenton Lindsay was one of this kind.

There are otber men for whom the principal of success or failure fills tbe place of conscience tbe only moral rack they know is when their plans go wrong. Of this kind was Harper Wardlaw.

These two men wanted a certain young man known as Artur Sidney removed from their path. Lindsay was one willing to do it. Afterward, Lindsay's greatest punishment uld come from within, wblk- Wardlaw, if any punishmeut was to find hiir, must be struck from without.

All of this the latter knew pretty well, aud bad no intention of allowing bis companion to draw him into a discussiou in regard to the matter. "Business" was, in reality, over between the two, and it was time tbat be went In some other direction, where, perhaps, bis presence was more needed.

He got up and turned aside the subject, which Lindsay seemed incliued to broach. "Let by-gones be by gones. We bave enough to do to deal with the future. See that, when tbe time comes, tbere is no trouble with tbe girl. Ketnember, she will have nothing to do but forget your existence for the time being. Tbe rest is a matter of right. Good-night. Never mind the light I know the way down well enough."

H« got up and went away. Lindsay would bave stopped bim, aud kept bim tbere a little longer, but Wardlaw, even if be bad had nothing else upon his hauds, little relisbed the coim pany of tbia man when he begau to wander with tbe ghosts of tbe past.

He was a man of action. If be ever bad dreams be said nothiug of them, and despised those who did.

If be had not bad his own ends to serve he would never nave been found in tbe rooms of Kenton Lindsay, school-boy friends though they bad been.

Leaving the building, Wardlaw strode away with a rapid step. Hebadanum ber of things with which to occupy his mind, and as he walked he thought of tbem. Even when be turned into Broadway be was abstracted tbe living stream of tbe day had turned into a thin trickle.

At tbat late hour there were not so many pedestrians that he ran much risk of collision, even if bad bis nose in tbe air and bis Drains in tbe clouds.

He was well down in the city. Some men migbt have kept a sharp eye around tbem, looking out for personal safety, but Harper Wardlaw was not a man of tbat sort. He bad perlect self-reliance, and utter contempt for tbe ordinary street rutQian.

It was not mere chance—if there is anything which can be called chance— that, as he passed Leonard street, he caught a perfect sight of a woman who flitted across his path with one finger uplifted and a ghastly weirdness on her wild, white face.

At the same time, though her lips moved not, it seemed to bim tbat be could hear, iu a thrilling whisper, the words: "Halt! No further in this, or you die!"

Then she was gone. Tbis was what seemed yet Wardlaw never trusted his own senses, though in a moment he was dashing awar in pursuit. Block after block he traversed, until he returned to tbe spot from which be start6d, without a glimpse of that visitant. Then be stood, pallid, and his brow wet with moisture. "Are my nerves giving way altogether that I see her even on the pave? And sbe warned tne back. Warn! Wby should she warn She should be the one to urge me on, and glory when the pit opened. 8uppose tbat it was really she, Edmon's wife, alive!

Carramba!

Sbe would have to die again, since hell could not hide me from L.ndsay's rage! Halt! Not much. I have labored for gold, and I have labored for revenge bat tbis brings both. I

will

go on!"

He did go on—to what, tbe end will show.

CHAPTER VIIT.

THK DEAD ALIVE—A TERB1BLB FATE. When Colonel Porter recovered bis senses sufficiently to see what was going on about bim, be found tbat Mrs. Ford was bending over bim, laving bis face with water, while her husband stood looking down upon bim with some concern.

He hsrdly understood, st first, whst it wss tbst bad happened, and, in a confused sort of wsy, itnsgined tbst some accident bad befallen bin, and that friendly hands were ministering bim.

Tbe face of John Ford recalled him to himself. John Ford and tbe Colonel were not friends. Tbere bsd been some trouble between tbem about their very liule pieces of ground on wbicb Ford's bouse wss built. Porter wanted it for himself, and Ford bought it right out of his bands. Under otber circumstances tbe colonel would bave seen tbe man in the

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lace mentionable to ears polite he would bave come under his roof.

As tbe memory of the events of tbe evening came back, bis face grew dark, and as strength returned, be raised bimseir upon his elbow aod glanced around fiercely.

At that very moment tbe sound of tbe footsteps of Msrab and Mark Renfrew died sway, aod was lost in tbe distance.

Mrs. Ford drew back with an expression of thankfulness upon her HIM. Sbe bad no love for that man either but sbe bad woman's heart, aod wss unused to scenes of violence.

The recovery of the colonel was slmoet as rapid as bis downfall bsd been. He raised from tbe floor and steadied himself upouht# feet. "John Ford, you bave helped in this wrong one day, sooner or lafer, I will

bring you to account. When that time comes, bewsre. I will make no more threats you will see how much better I can be than what you ever dream of."

With these words, Porter turned to

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He saw tbat tbere was no object to in remaining there, aud he did not dally.

Ford was in no way abanashed, and answered, sturdily: "Colonel Porter, tbere has been no love lost between us, but In tbis thing I have done no more than I would bave done bad Marah Deems been the daughter or tbe niece of any other man. You have chosen to threaten me. Well and good.# Go on with your contract and see how John Ford takes care of himself snd his. Look to yourself, msn, if you are wise. Such men as you are— and better—die sometimes in a prisoner's cell or by tbe rope.'*

With this parting shot ringing in his ears. Porter staggered away from the door, and. before be had gone many yards, met his son hastening along the road.

At the time very few words passed between the twc# After a minute's consultation, they started on a run for tbe Junction, but were too late. Tbe trains bad already left, since it was a little after midnight.

A loiterer there, whom they questioned, remembered two passengers, a gentleman and a lady, very well. They hadcomeupout of breath, and taken the traiu at 11:40 for Philadelphia.

As this man held tight to a two-dollar bill that bad lately beeu in tbe pocket of Mark Reufrew, tbe reliability and disinterestedness of bis statements might well be open to question. As It agreed with the preconceived opinion of Colonel Porter and bis sou, it was received without a doubt. "What's to be done now?" was the query of Lonville. "Wait for the next train, or go back to the Lodge for a team and drive in?" "Telegraph to Philadelphia to the

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tollce, aud go home. We can wait there the train or drive in, as we may decide. It is time tbat you know something more of this matter. I see tbat trouble may be ahead."

Truly, trouble migbt be ahead, as tbe youug man learned from the story told and explained that night—a story of which be bad thought before that he knew tbe details, but which was st»anger, more important and more terrible than his conception—even when he did not hear it all. In the silence of tbe library, Colonel Porter spoke: "Lonville, I bave heretofore insisted upon your marrying Marah, because she was entitled to a fortune now I may as well add to it tbe weighty reason that., unless yqu do so. we are beggars." "Beggars? Indeed! Colonel Porter was supposed to bave turned a pretty penny during the war, and I know you have bad tbe handling of Marah's money siuce. From time to time, you have made immense hits. How does it come that so much depends on Marah?" "The immense hits, as you call them, were two or three in number, and the world knows all about them. My immense losses I have had rare good Iuck in keeping from the knowledge of tbe public. Yet they existed, nevertheless, as well as a steady drain of smaller losses and lavish expenditures that would, of themselves, have sounded the bottom of my own resouroes.

Before I bad reached that, I had begun on Marah's. The hole tbat I made is not as large as might be, but larger lhau I can till from my private purse. It is barely possible that some day another lucky bit might enable me to sqsare her|«tccounts but the mostl could expect would be to escape prison, stripped of everything. The time for making fabulous foi tunes in a week has gone by, and I missed tbe mark while it was here."

Aud, of course, you expect

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make tbe deficiency good ir 1 come into po-sess(on—to cover all this thing up, and give you afresh start."

Lonville *poke sharply. He looked as though he had bean wronged alreadv, and was not in the frame of mind lo exercise the Christian spirit of forgiveness. He forgot be streams of monry that had run lavishly through his ownhands—money that bad been supplied by tbis same indulgent father—and only remembered that. If, in the future, this fortune should come to be nominally bin own, here was tue revelation of a mortgage on it..

Healing thai, iiin .uainral nu-Unatlon wasto find ui it* ivIhh ve *!/. lie had come to faii«*y Mmi ih in a i,v hat. it li such nature* HH hi*. f.»r love but he had no notion of .••jum"Hieinghi*interest because of it. A* for hi* father— trulv,ho might lietnu the t»el of hi*own making if it did not in\olv.e injury to himself. He did not uaiit to In* pointed out as lie son of forcer or hief: hut hedmibledil be would hew illing to buy bis father's immunity ir lite piicewas so large as he half suspected.

Colonel Porter knew just what was passing In hi* son'* mind. The two were so nyieh alii-e that it \vh* iio wonder they re*d eaeli otherV thought*.

The father had leeu generous, but it was because money had seemed to lie plenty when it eame to a «|ue*tioit of securing his own lortune, be loo, could be selfish. "I do expect you to cover it up, as you say. I bave held thi* money iu hstid, always expecting thai it would lie ours. Marah Deem* was, iu infancy, a tender, feeling thing that more lhau one pbvsieiau assured me would never grow to womanhood. Iid she die l»ef»ire coming of age, mine would be her fortune. It might ue mine yet, who knows? After last night's work it may be nearer tome now tnnn ever before." "You take a hopeful view to me it seems tbat the event* of the last night bave settled it. She has married, aud, though ber husband is a fugitive, yet she is out of your control and out of your hauds. All this is folly. It is bard to realize, but your chances are gone for ever. Put your bou*e iu order, snd save what you can from the wreck. If what you have said to-night Is true, you bad better disappear befme It Is too late. 1 know something of this Mark Renfrew, and if Marab is in his hands for guidance, you can expect tbe fight to begin early and bitter." "You ssy you know Renfrew. I never beard his name before. Is he the kind of man tbst one could trust hi* wife to "I don't know. I suppose heis fair as most men, and a liule stronger fighter. What I look at is, that your barf luck b** begun, and you don't 'know how it will end. Let us-see, rather, what we can save." •*AI1 or nothing. I bave not given op in despair." "Not with Msrab married aud off?"

Again tbe elder msn paused snd hesitated, weighing in his mind how much It wa* best to ssy. Father and son were beginning to understand each otber f«st. After one more look at Lonville, be went on:

Let me go back a little and show yon exactly bow things stand. You are

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miaibly aware, that after your aunt her husband msde a will in wbicb be left sll of his wealth to Marab, conditionally." ..

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