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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1888-04-13, Page 6A GREAT SECRE OR, SHALL IT BE DONE. 'XVI I — C NTi PIER �. 1 , a hu CEAx En . 1 It wan apparently a sort of lumber -room and wardrobe for old clothes, ase it had talose and musty smell. Well used port- ananteaux and trunks filled moat ot the *v toe of the floor, and projected from a shelf weigh ran high up round the wall; under thea shelf was a row of pegs, from whioh hung a couple of old travelling' cloaks, a hootingjacket, and three or four man's hate and caps. Madame de Lanory knave very well that a. gentleman of Da Breteuil's position and tastes does not keep old hats and coats for nothing. She therefore leaned across a couple of tall boxes and lifted one el the cloaks away from the wall, Behind it her sharp eyes soon detected another !keyhole, and, retreating to the door through which Babette was peering with pager but frightened curiosity, she withdrew the little key and tried it in the inner door. That also opened, and Madame de Lancry went through the narrow passage beyond far enough to find that it led to a downward ;staircase. But this discovery was too much for Babette ; after uttering piteous remon- strances to the lady against her dangerous daring, the frightened creature drew back from the doorway and disappeared. Madame de Lanory returned to the lum- ber -room and withdrew the little key from the door, ephioh she left ajar. She had no time to lose in search of Babette, to try to extract more information on the subjeot where De Breteuil kept his papers ; she did not know how soon he mignt retnrn, and ahe was possessed by a dogged resolution 7,nt to leave, the house until she had obtain - a enough evidence against him to be able to go to the poliee and set' them on the re seek of the fashionable millionaire. So ane boldly set to work to make havoc -among the trunks, turning them over with ahe acute conviction that somewhere among the least accessible of them she would find -what she wanted. It was with a great rush of blood to her !head and a violent throbbing at her heart that at last, in a corner below the small window, and underneath an English Glad- -stone bag, she.found a leather hat -box, -heavier than the rest, It was not looked, though' the key was in it ; she raised the kd, and, with a smothered cry of dieap- ,pointment, found.that. it was crammed -with old newspapers and guidebooks. Just as she was on the point of shutting it again, she saw that a hasty touch of her impatient fingers had dislodged some of the papers, exposing to view some small, dark object underneath. She felt it, raised it, and found that it was a revolver. Thia discovery made her hunt further ; in another moment she knew that she' had found what she had sought; straining her eyes in the gloom, to which they had now become accustomed, she drew out a handful of papers which a few moments' scrutiny showed her to be securities of various kinds, banknotes, the numbers of which she guessed to be stopped, and other papers of the same kind, which De Breteuil, with characteristio audacity, kept by him either efine the chance of their proving valuable .again some day, or out of the recklessness barn of impunity. Madame de Laaory uttered a short laugh of triumph at her own sagacity. Knowing from what sources De Breteuil obtained the ;greater part of his wealth, she had felt cer- tain that he must have in his possession some dangerous, property of this kind which, •used by an enemy, must inevitably ruin Sim, She did not scruple to thrust the first `fruit of her Search pell-mell into her pocket, and her white hands, from which she had long since pulled off her gloves, were diving again into the box in an eager search for more, when a heavy tread behind her from the door' which led into the drawing -rooms caused her to pause and to turn round with another exulting laugh. " Babette ! Babette ! he is in my power 1 he is a dead man l" she cried as she sat back and turned round with 9xcitement. But the laugh at the end of her words -died suddenly on her lips. It was not Ba- �bette. Glaring at her out of the darkness, with livid face and burning eyes, his blue dips shaking with diabolical anger, and his white teeth shining like those ot a beast of prey, was Louis de Breteuil. Branded with every foulest crime, bearing in his savage and distorted face the impress of every pas- sion that can burden and degrade, the sight of what he had become for a moment froze the blood of the woman who had once ador- ed him. The next moment she was glancing furtively to left and right, making ready for a struggle of muscle or of wits. "What are you doing here?" he asked abruptly. She did not answer. "What are you doing here, Babette, I say ?' he repeated in a louder voice. Madame de Lancry's heart leapt up with a sudden, savage auggestion of her passion• ate revenge. He had not recognised her voice; kneeling there in the gloom, her tall ;figure passed for the equally massive form of Babette. Stealthily in the dimness she felt ror the revolver ; she did not know whether it was loaded, and if she had known that it was she could not have fired it off; but it would serve her purpose. Then she bent her head upon her hands anal af- fected to sob.. It was not difficult acting, for ehe was really shaking from head to foot, and her breath was coming its short gasps. De Breteuil stepped over some of the lumber and shook her Shoulder roughly. "You stupid, prying fool, get up," said he brutally. "" What crack•brained craze have you got hold of now ? Do you want to get sent back to your pigs and your' par- ent ? ar-ent? 1 took you away because I thought you were a fool, hut, upon my soul, I begin to think you are something worse." Be ended with another rougher shake; a sudden doubt crossed hie mind has Madame *de Lavery, hick with unutterable horror at lila touch, still held her head down. Ile iced a second, bending over her ; then he hissed in her ear : " Who the d -'-I are you V' She turned and looked up at him, Re Don't you know tne?" Hr shrank baok with an awful curae, and, quick as thought, Madeline sprang to her feet and pointed he revolver straight at hie bread. It would- probably not have Shot Min, •van 1f her shaking hand had dis- ols it, but it looked menacing enough in Cu hands of the excited woman. De 'hemit ebaark bask, clawed. so strong that within ten minutes he • was wetobing the little door Madame de Lanory had pointed out, with tiger -like eagerness,' scarcely less intense than her own, $e said to himself,. nevertheless, that he was wasting his energise, as De Breteuil Would oortainly have preparations to snake for his departure, even if he did go, whioh would occupy soma hours, He had soaroe- 1 coma to this conclusion, however,and. al- lowed his eyes to wander for a momnt down the street in the direction of tho turning by which Madame de. Lanory had disappeared, when his attention was recalled by the sight of the little white door in the wall opening slowly; a man in an old oloak and hat, hold- ing in his hand a. common, thick, walking. sack, and having the appearance of a seedy music -teacher or drawing master, came quietly out, a•.d after atoppimg a moment at the end of the house -wall to take from his pocket a pair of worsted gloves and put then; on, sauntered along the street at a meditative page, using his stink to walk by, and looking up in the His at the sky above hint with all the appearance of abstraotion common to artists; of a low- rank with more ambition than talent. Gerald stared after him in bewilderment. Madame de Lanory's calculations had result- ed iu a most grave mistake : she had told him to follow the firat person who should come out by the door in the wall; here he was, but obviously he was nor the person intended. The young Englishman had not been able to catch sight of his face ; but his gait, his dress, his mangier, all.forbade him' to suppose that this seedy, sauntering gentleman could be the hard, cruel, yet im- petuous, and dashing Louis de Breteuil. And yet this obaoure-lookmg person seemed, now that he had left the millionaire's house some hundred yards behind, to be getting over the ground at a very good pace ; and again, Madame de Lenory's directions, whether mistaken or not, had been very clear. After some hesitation, seeing that the stranger was rapidly approaching a point where he would disappear from sight altogether, Gerald stepped out into the road, and, casting an occasional look behind him in the, direotion of the white door in the wall, set off on the track of the seedy -look- ing man. He was still undecided as to whether he had not started on a wild-goose chase, until the man in the cloak, having got into a fiecre, and Gerald, having got into another, telling the driver to follow the Seat one, the young Englishman found him- self in a short time at the Gare du Nord. He jumped out, paid the driver, and kept the man in the cloak in sight, trying hard to catch a glimpse of his features as he did 60. But it was dark by this time, and he did, not dare to get near enough to riski being recognised, if the seedy - looking man should indeed prove to be, as he was forced to begin to believe, the criminal whom Madame de Lencry was hunting down. In confirmation of this be• lief, the shabbyelooking man took a first- class ticket; and Gerald, who found that even the third-class ticket fare left' his own fortune at the low ebb of nine sous and a postagestamp, carefully watched the strang- er take his seat before looking out for a less comfortable compartment. At each of the stopping -places on the way ,,to Calais, Gerald paraded the platform and kept a careful eye on the soft wide -brimmed pro. feesorial hat, which was all he could see, even on tip -toe, of the mysterious owner of the long cloak. The young fellow could not help thinking that the clever and care- ful way In whioh this man kept his face from view, without exciting attention from any one but himself, was a auspicious cir- cumstance ; and he was a good deal troubl- ed by consideration of the difficulty he should be in, if, as he could not doubt, the man should cross to England that night. He made up his mind to apply to the pro- prietor of the Hotel de la Gare, who knew him well, for a couple of twenty franc pieces with which to continue his journey; and having settled'this. matter, hie thoughts returned to the torturing consideration of the horrible position in which he stood— married to the daughter of his father's murderer, and engaged in bringing his own father-in-law to justice. He could not do it. He would take ad- vantage of the promise Madame de Lanory had herself made, not to force him to dis- close the hiding place of the man he was following. Villain as De Breteuil was, dead as the poor lad believed his affection for his young wife to be, bis heart and mind re- volted from the hideous task of making the woman who now bore his name a felon's child. Still, if only for the satisfaction of that curiosity respecting the mysterious person he was following, which was rapidly becoming a passion, he must and would track him to his hiding•place; at least this would delay the terrible ordeal of returning to the poor girl who loved himand whom he now shuddered at the thought'of meet- ing. So, when the train reached Calais, Gerald got out quickly, and, standing in the crowd on the platform, watched the slow descent from his compartment of the man with the cloak. A porter touched his hat respectful- ly and accompanied the mysterious person along the platform with the simple words; " Vuiture, m'eieur ?" as if he knew him. Gerald followed them, watched the gentle- man get into a fcscre, and in amazemen heard the porter give the direction : " Aux Bouleaux 1" In a state of the strongest exaitemen and surprise, Gerald started on foot 1 the same direction. '" Les Bouleaux' was the last place in the worl he wished to visit, but to leave thi mystery unfathomed was impossible. He could no longer doubt that he was following De Breteuil. %. ould the cautious Mr. Beresford go so far as to give shelter to the thief . and murderer, threatened as he now was with discovery ? Would the latter claim Peggy as his daughter, or should he, Gerald, bo able to keep from her the dread. ful fact of her parentage ? At least he could try ; he could confess to Mr. Beresford how much he knew, and by the power of this knowledge induce this cautious gentleman still to keep up the unexplained fiction that hie a000mplioe s child was hie own. As the (acre disappeared in the darkness before him, rattling along through the mid, night silence of the old town, Gerald quick- ened his pace over the rough stones and passed over the hollow -sounding wooden drawbridge in time to see the flare turn to the left, on the road to "Les Bouleaux," just at the point where the eairrioie had turned over on the night of Mr. Shaw's murder. He shuddered at the remembrance, and felt pick with horror of the pant and apprehension of the future, as he found him- self alone on the straight, sandy road, with "" Don{'t you know me 1" repeated. Made- line. " Don't you know the woman whom you betrayed,o Whopw 0 myoudeserted, os h I al money you lived, whose life you ruined? Perhapa I can recall myself to your mind, Do you remember how, having committed a murder and taken my own husband for anaccomplice, you name to me and ask• ed me to let bygones be bygones and to come with you to a restaurant and dine and drink champagne ? And how I unaccountably turned sulky and refused? Surely you must remember that 1 1 con gratnlated you on your partner, and pro. mised that you would have luok, as you have done. And I prophesied one other thing that some day you would make a little slip, which I would make use of to track you down. Now that bas Dome true, and 1 warn you that, olever rogue as you are, your last resource will be as powerless to save you from man's justice as it is to save you now from a woman's revenge." As she poured out her hot words, De Breteuil remained in the corner of the room, abject and cowering, daunted by her sudden attack. But the moment that she, revolver in hand, made for the door, he started forward and drew it toward him ; it shut with a spring. Still she came forward. As she reached the middle of the tiny room, he sprang at her, with mad eyes and a hissing, hungry sound between his teeth as if he would tear her to pieces. Flinging down the revolver, she dashed like the wind through the opposite door leading to the staircase, and pulled it toward her. To her intense relief, that closed with a spring also, and she heard the sound of a heavy blow upon the solid wood as she flew down the staircase. She was at the bottom in a few minutes, groping her way along a narrow passage. She could not see, but she was suddenly brought to:a standstill by finding that she had, Dome to the end. She felt the wall in front of her, straining her ears in fear of footsteps be- hind until her fingers touched a handle, which she turned in a fever of hope that an- other moment fulfilled. She was out in the street at the back of the house ; hastily closing the door in the wall through which she had escaped, Madeline, recollecting by an effort where she was, stagger along, giddy and trembling, toward the turning whioh would lead her to where she had left Gerald in the fare. CHAPCER XXIX. As Madame de Lanory drew near to the fiacre, Gerald, who was on the watch, jumped out, hurried toward her and gave her his arm. There was no need to ask whether she had met De Breteuil : the wear and tear of the exciting half-hour she had passed had made, for the time, ten years' havoc in the great beauty she still possessed. The hand she put through the young man's arm was weak and faltering as that of an infirm old woman, and her footsteps tottered still as he led her gentlyto the fiacre and helped her in,: "Back to the hotel, madame ?" he asked softly. "No. Wait a moment," said she, as she took her scent -bottle from the seat beside her, sprinkled a handkerchief with eau -de - Cologne and held ib to her drawn, pale face. The aimele remedy did her less good than the short rest and reflection which the ap- plication of it gave her time for. In a very few seconds she raised her head again and apoke quite composedly. "I have done all that I can do now," she said, with anxious gravity more human than her previous fierce determination ; "to -morrow t shall go to the police, and I think the evidence I can place in their hands is strong enough to pro- oure—ltim," a short gasp interrupted her, a domiciliary visit. But he knows this, or he wi.l know it within a few minutes, and he has one last resource, which he will almost certainly use. I want your help to defeat him here." " All right," said Gerald hoarsely. "At the back of his house there is a pri- vate door ; I will point it out to you. I want you to remain on the watch, no mat- ter how long, until it opens and some ono comes out. You must follow that person, the firat who comes out, whoever it may be, and however far that person may go, until —well, until you find are you at fault. Then stay, wherever you lost sight of that person, and communicate at once with me." " By letter ?" asked Gerald. " No ; by telegram. Say whatever you like, it does not matter what, I shall under- stand that the address you give is the place where you lost sight of him." "But supposing I don't lose sight of him," suggested the young fellow, rather nettled by the supposed slight cast upon his saga city. We need not ooneider that possibility," she answered calmly. " But, Madame de Lanory, of course I will do this if you insist ; but—but isn't it the sort of work for a detective rather than for me T" "There is no time to get a detective to do St, Even while we are speaking, De Bre- teuil may have got away." "Well, then, he must get as far as he pleases. I'm not a bloodhound." For all answer to this outburst, Madame de Lanory got out of the feacre, took Ger- ald's arm again, led him into the back street from which she had just come, and pointed to the door she had spoken about. "If you stand up here, in the entranoe of this court, you can watch without being seen," toad she. "When the person you have to follow Comes out, you can nae your own discretion as to the best way of remaining unseen during your pursuit," "But, Madame, I would rather not—" "If you like, you may, at the end of the journey, keep the knowledge yon will have gained to youraelf. I am not fit to under• take this task myself, Gerald; but if you will hot, I must. I have braved him once today ; I can do so again." "No, madame, I will go," said Gerald, conquered again by the woman's irresistible will. "01 course, I cannot allow yeti to ex- pose yourself to this man's brutality. But if I go, at all risks I must meat hint." M-adamo de Lanory laughed. "By all means meet him, if you oan." And withotit another word she left hive and walked away. Left to himself, the excitement of the situation canned upon Gerald, and grew the gray, cloudy sky above him, and noth. ing in view but theolumps of birch and poplar tress, close to ono of . which he had heard Mr, Shaw's last cry, He could not bear either eight or memory ; and as he came near to the sone of the attack wherq, in the gloom between the trees, which grew high at this spot, and whose branches, no longer leafless, cast the road into deep shadow,he fanciedhe saw again the carriole, the (row:bine figure by the roadside, and the panting beaet whose fangs had pulled hisold friend down. Like a madman he started off and ran, with all his speed, until be was long past the spot and again on the open road, He was in sight of the poplar avenue when he met the )Facre returning empty. Walking still at a brisk pace, in a state of such horrible excite- ment as to feel a oonsoiousness that he was eoarcely sand, he passed through the rows of hissing poplar -trees and into the court -yard of hie employer's house. A faint light, show- ing through the little window over the hall. door, appeared and disappeared as he came up to the house, in the cold and darkness, glad, feverish as he was, of the strong breeze which was beginning to roar like the sea in the birches and poplars. He rang the bell, but for some minutes no one answered. He had expected this delay, ; a ring at such a time, just after the arrival of a gentleman who had such strong reason to fear the po- lice, would naturally be answered with no alacrity. He rang again, more loudly ; and this time a gable -window in the roof was opened quickly, and Delphine's voice, both angry and mleepy, rang out in unamiable tones. " Well, who is it now ?" she called out lustily. " Am I to be kept opening the door all night.?" " Dolphins, let me in, there's a good girl. Don't you see who it is ?" said Gerald, who felt a moat disproportionate sense of relief at the comparatively unimportant °iroum- stanoe that the voice of the good-hearted, honest country woman was the first to greet him. "Mon Dieu, M. Gerald, o'est done vous!" cried she, spending some moments in this futile sort of comment before she could be induced to slam the window and platter down stairs to admit him. The moment she opened the door he burst out : " Why was that came just now—in a Acre—just before me 2" The peremptory tone in which he asked this seemed to imply that he was prepared for an evasive answer. But Delphine stared at him in honest surprise, and said : " Why, it was only Monsieur Smees 1" " Smith 1 Nonsense 1 said Gerald sharply. "I could swear it was not." " But it was 1" said she in sleepy astonish. ment. " I carne down to lot him in myself, just as I have let you in, and I wish you gentlemen would keep mroe convenient hours." "Did he speak to you ?" "No, monsieur, but—" " Where's he gone to ?" "To bed. Where else should anybody go at this time of night ?" " All right, Delphine. Good -night." He rushed past her and up the stairs so quickly that he ran againat a plump form half -way down the corridor which led to the bedroom kept for the occasional visits of the confidential clerk. It was Smith himself, as Gerald discovered from the voice in which the oath Dame when he trod upon his toe. The younger man got between him and the door of his room, took out his match -case, struck a light, and peered into the other's face. Smith was only half-dressed, and it was evident from the look of his eyes and hair that he had recently been in bed and asleep. " D —n 1" said he softly as be blinked and drew back," what are you up to ?" The weak and querulous voice of Mr. Beresford was here heard from his room. " What is it? What is the matter? Who's that?" he piped out feebly. "It's me and Staunton, sir," sang out Smith. ".But the Lerd only knows what's the matter with him. He's jumping on my too and striking matches on my nose like a d=d lunatic," " Come in here." Rather sheepishly they both stumbled through the door in the dark. However, in the bedroom, the little veilleuse which Mr. Beresford kept burning all night gave forth just enough flickering light for them to see the 'grayhaired paralytic, lying as usual, with his head and back on a high pile of Tows, and for him to see the excited and , , any can see that he has just been fast asleep in bed." "' Because I tumbled in the moment I got here, you bumpkin idiot," said Smith who was growing every moment more excited- " Sh—eh,'' said Mr. Beresford imperative ly. "Gerald, 1 think you must be mita taken. I heard a ring and Smith's step along the corridor to his room a short time ago, and I can't help thinking you must have followed httn from Calais by mistake for the man you suppose to be a criminal. I have heard ne other sound in the house. But come to me in the morning, and we will talk it over.And, my boy, learn to be a little more careful in imparting ghastly sus- picions to an invalid, Your first announce- ment quite upset rue." He was grave and not unkind. But he nomad to resent Gerald's abrupt outburst, and the young man felt rather small as Smith elbowed him triumphantly out of the ream. "Holidays don't suit you, my boy, you're off your chump," he Bald with a coarse and irritating laugh as he parted with the younger man in the corridor. Gerald went toward his room it the other end of the house as if in a dream, He half believed that he was really the victim of some ridiculous mistake, and the thought even crossed hie mind that perhaps, me Smith had just said, the constant excite- ment in which he had lately lived had im- paired, his reason. As he walked softly along, anxious, deep. lyn rba ies the of to dials the ladies, . , doors of whose rooms he must now pass, his heart sank as be heard ono of thehandles softly turn ; in another moment Peggy, in her white dressing -gown, stood, candle in hand, in the corridor before him, Her little face was flushed and radiant ; her hair, loosely and hastily faetened up, fell down mostbecomingly on her shoulders as she trembled with joy at sight of him ; the tears were gathering in her oyes, her lips could whisper nothing but "0 Gerald 1" as she held out her disengaged hand and looked, up at- him in loving, passionate wel- come. Gerald stopped. His brain seemed bursting, the walls swam round. The whis- per of hie name reaohed bis ears, dulled as they were by a singing that made all other sounds seem faint. He stepped forward,. forcing himself to meet her, to embrace her : but as he did so his sight failed him; then out of a blurred mist he saw the face which had glared above him in the darkness of the carriole. With a hoarse, smothered ory, the unhappy lad rushed past her and looked himself in the darkness of his own room. (TO RE CONTI/MED,) Woman's Duty. It ie woman's duty to be beautiful. Na- ture has moulded her in fine form and given her more delicacy of finish so that she might be a thing of beauty, and has adorned her with tender graces and supplied her with fathomless deaths of love that she may be a joy forever. Genuine beauty is reflect- ed from the heart, and does not consist in outward adorninge of the figure. These play a minor part only and should never be relied upon to any great extent, The tailor and dressmaker may model forms to suit the fashion, but they cannot mould the heart nor tune the affections. Edwin Forrest's Secret. The groat tragedian, Forrest, had a secret which everybody ought to learn and profit by. Said he, "I owe all my success to the fans that everything I have" under- taken I have done thoroughly. I never neo leot trifles." That's the point—don't neg- lect trifles. Don't neglect that haoking cough, those nightsweats, that feeble and capricious appetite, and the other symptoms, trifling in themselves, but awful in their sig- nificance. They herald the approach of con- sumption. You are in danger, but yon oan be saved. Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery will restore you to health and vigor, as it has thousands of others. For all scrofulous diseases, and consumption is one of them, it is a sovereign remedy. Bulgaria has asked the Porte to explain the presence of Turkish troops on the fron- tier. We accidentally overheard the following dialogue on the street yesterday. Jones. Smith, why don't you stop that disgusting hawking and spitting? Smith. How can I? You know I am a martyr to catarrh. ' J. Do as I did. I had the disease in its worst form but I am well now. S. What did you do for it ? J. I used Dr. Sage's Catarrh Remedy. It cured me and it will cure you. S. I've heard of it, and by Jove I'll try it. J. Do so. You'll find it at all the drug stores in town. The damage by the floods in Germany is estimated at $50,000,000. Your Friend Committed Suicide. You never suspected ft, none of h s'riends dreamed of it, he did not know it himself, but it is exactly what he did nevertheless. Do you remember his sallow complexion? Do you recollect how be used to eomplaia of headache and constipation i " I am getting quite bilious," he said to you one day, " but 1 guess it'll pass off. I haven't done any- thing for it, because I don't believe in ' dosing.'" Soon after that you heard of his death. It was very sudden and every one was greatly surprised. 1f be had taken Dr. Pierce's Pleasant Pargative Pellets he would be alive and well to -day. Don't fol- low his example. The " Pellets " are easy to take, mild in their action, and always sure. The temporary confidence of the Germans in Russia's peace protests is vanishing. Hos !COUGH Ovns aures in ono minute. Two million people has been left destitute by the floods in tee Henan district in China. Cleanses HAM Rtneawaa restores grey and Laded Bair to:its natural color and prevents falling out. All the eight bridesmaids of the Princess of Wales are alive, married, and none is di. vorced. 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