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S,WORN TO SILENCE; said M. Delatiey.
"lt ia empty. There is no one there," that his straining gaze eueountered ? VIDRON AND DBIJOB
It WAS a, large, splenaidly furnished -IL CUSTOM TAILORING
.qt is a falsehood I X do not believe room into which he gazed, all purple
e
On, you!" Mr. Rodney cried out, beside aud gold, with sLoan & 1 nvstment Co. oft, luxurious coucbes The undersigned begloo to intimate
AiINE RODNEY'S SECRET. himself with fury, ancl for a moment and °hairs, lug°, line pictures on the to the public) that be has opened a tailor
,
there rei,gned an ominous eilence. Tho walls, and everything that could please shop in the Garfield Rouse }Acmeover
ns
hot brood leaped to Oran Delaney's the eye save MA except the many little Powell's tore, whore be iprepared to at.
tend to the wants of the publia in outting,
sr Doss. ALIEN.. ITIOVEIGIR IVIIIIAMIES1 dark ftme, his black eyes blazed. objects of brio-a.brao in which feminine This company i 9 Loaning Tvioney
fitting and making clothing in the latest
"I conic of e race that does not brook eyes and tastes delight, The room was
It'r ItATISS fastyles. Wr
AOrilOn or SU011 words as those, Mr. Rodney," be utterly void of snob .ralles. It was
ou Farm Seculity t LOWN1Bs
0 La Axel Taut)," ..X.,ntly °AV's roltle,u said, coldly and sharply. splendidly, even garishly fuof Interet. pollens° together with A course of inetruc.
and moat shionable y long CR-
rnished, but ttiolls o iuengte
undoonoof
f tlittagt icoleto cl
tera oTsoaniiins...
etc., etc. "Clear yourself of the imputation, everythiug was strong and substantial.
then, by proving your innocence," the Them was nothing light and airy in the
other retorted. large, lofty apartment. with its largo factory work. Satisfaction guaranteed.
MOBTGA.OBS PURCHASED. 30-13m
CHAPTER LX. "My v,mrd is my proof," Mr. Delaney white lamp swung froi the oeiliug out
_ N. A. 1111S11.
replied, proudly, and again there was a of reach, and the glc... Mg lire before
short silence,
Mr. Rodney,. goaded to madness by
his wrongs, raised his head and regard-
ed his fee fixedly.
"I do cot take your words as proof,"
ho said, angrily. "I demand the right
to search this house. Do you allow it ?"
"No!" thundered Mr. Delaney, fiercely.
'Thou 1 shall do so without your
consent 1' exclaimed Mr, Rodney, ad. Oen.--On corner of Mn,rket
aside. Square and North Street,Godorieh-
vanoing and attempting to thrust him
Oran Delaney firmly barred his
tween him and the stairway. 1-10 race Horton,
MANAGER. A, HUNTER,
further progress by placing himself be -
"You dare thwart a wronged and
maddened father!" cried Mr. Rodney, Goderieb,Ang,51.11,1680
Division Court Clerk', Brussels.
in almost maniacal wrath. "You thus
bring down doom npon your own head
Thus do I avenge poor Aline's wrongs 1" Al°NEI TO LOAN.
A. pistol gleamed in his upraised
hand; there was a sharp report, a flash
m‘neyto Nr
of fire, a cloud of thick smoke. Oran oan oe arta 0PartY at
Delaney fell forward on his face, and
lay there motionless. LOWEST RATES.
When the retreating footsteps of his
neighbor had died in the stillness of
night, Oran Delaney closed and locked
the door against the outer darkness and
returned to the library. He walked to
the hearth and stood there gazing
thoughtfully down into the glowing lire.
"The last night of my life, perhaps,"
he said, half aloud. "Ali, me 1 how
terribly I have been tempted to -night.
How easy it would have been to have
flung honor to the winds and yielded to
the impulse that prompted me to seek
happiness at whatever cost. Happiness
—, ay, there's the rub '—should I have
been happy? Would not conscience
have pursued mo with the bloodhounds
of remoras ?"
The weird shrieks of the fabled ghost
of Delaney Hall had died away into
silence now. In the stillness of the
room a heavy sigh was distinctly audible
as it drifted acmes the dark rupstached
lips.
"Poor child I Now I understand why
she came so me on that strange mission
trenight. She would have sacrificed
herself to appease her father's wrath CHAPTER LH.
and to save me 1 And I had to be cruel
and unkind to her because I was not Mr. Rodney did not pause to see the
fres 1" result of his maddened deed. He threw
The wind sighed in the trees outside, the smoking pistol far from him, sprung
over the body
and the bare branches rustled eerily. of his .prostrate victim,
He thought to himself, with a shudder, and rushed up the stairs, two at a time,
that the snow must be deep by now. in his eagerness to find his runaway
It had been falling almost steadily since daughter.
the head of the stairway he found
yesterday. He remembered how the At
tlakea had trickled dowe from _himself in another long, wide hall,
melting
richly carpeted and aintly lighted by a
Aline's dark cloak.
"It must be cold and deep by now, " large swinging lamp. On either side
he thought. "I wish to Heaven that I stretched a row of closed doors. and as
were lying beneath it! Perhaps I shall he gazed at them irresolutely one on the
left opened hurriedly, and a woman
t writing rrisbed out and came running down the
He went to his desk, drew o
be soon."
materials and began to write steadily. hall toward him. His heart leaped into
Half an hhis mouth. Could that be Aline?
our passed in this occupation,
when he was suddenly startled again by But as she came quickly up to him,
the loud. alarm of the door -bell. The he saw that he was mistaken. It was
harsh clang pealed through the house not Aline. It was an old. woman in a
discordantly. Re pushed back hie chair asp and glasses.
She ran up to hi
and hurried out into the hall. him and caught him
"It grows late. Who can bo coming quickly by the arm, and then he saw
now 2" he said. that *axe had been a mutual mistake,
for w
He opened the heavy door, and in the hen she saw his ace fshe recoiled
dim light of the ball lamp saw Mr. Rod. from him in terror.
ney's face. It was pale with deadly i"My God!" she said, "I thought the.t
wrath, the blue eyes were lurid with t was Mr. Delaney. What are you
rage. doing hero, sir ?"
"I am seeking
"You have deceived um, Oran Dela. 1117 "lighter. Bting
ney," ho blazed forth, in accents of her to me, woman,' he cried 'wildly,
concentrated rage and bate. "Alinehas catching her by the sleeve as she was
never xeturned. to her home. She is about to rush away from him.
here I" "You are Mr. Rodney," she said, look-
still"Here I" echoedthe astonished master ing curiously into the strange face with
of Delaney House. 't wild,excited e es
"Yes, here 1" Mr. Rodney answered, "Yes, I am Mr. Rodney," he answer.
stormily, "You need not deny it I Oran ed, in hoarse, strained accents. "I am
Delaney, if you do not give me back my the. father of the wickedest girl that
child, I will kill you where you stand!" ever cursed a father's life. Woman,
The other reached out and drew the woman, where is nay Aline? Bring hex
half -frantic man into the ball, closing here to me, that I may curse her for
the heavy door. her sins 1"
"My God, what do you mean ?" he 00 Mr. Rodney, she is not here,"
one. ,,Aii„ nob returned to her cried Mrs. Griffin, regarding his wild,
home 2" strange visage fearfully.
Astonishment and dismay were de- "It IS false. 1 know that she is here,"
thundered at her.
pitted on his countenance, but the in- he
"Oh, sir, You are mistaken. Miss
furiated map would not believe the signa
Rodney is not here," she answered.
of alarm and dread -written on the face
of the man whom lie believed to be the "But I heard the sound of a shot. What
destroyer of his fair young daughter's was it 2 My reastet---"
Yes, I have murdered your master.
happiness. M
"Do not act a part with me," he He stole my pure darling from a, and
cried. "I -warn you I will not bear it. now lie bas paid for the sin -with his
Aline has left her home and lied to your life. He lies down there' in his own
hall,
protection. If you do not immediately shot to the heart by an avenging
restore her to me, I will not answer for father," cried Mr. Rodney, with &harsh
" laugh of satiated bate and revouge.
the consequences 1
',She is not hes, Mr. Rodney. 1 Mrs. Griffin did not wait to hear
swear to you that she left this house another wcrd. She pushed him from
five minutes before you entered it, this her, with a piercing cry of grief and
evening." terror, and ran headlong down the stair.
"I will not listen to your prevarica. way. Mr. Rodney, released from her
s I detaining. presence, set about his search
tions. I know that Aline ihem.
will not leave Delaney Rouse tonight for his missing daughter. ,
Outside, t
without her !" cried bit. Rodney bit a he soft, cruel snow still fell
low tone of deadly menace, as he fixed with slow regularity, and the rising wind
his lurid, blazing eyes on the face of the tossed it into deep, treacherous drifts.
man whom he hated with a terrible He drearctal not that while he sought
asicl,
hate. her amible') gloomy splendor of Delaney
Ho was cruelly tortured. The thought }These, his fair and tender Aline was
of Aline's dishonor was like a thorn in wandering in all the pails of that 'win-
& Ho was fined with a am* tet night. He did not believe the coin -
his hoarrage against bee. She was so young blind assertions of Oran Delaney and
000 beautiful to be so wicked. He felt his housekeeper that Aline was not in
the house. 'Where could she be but
as if he could easily hill her—her and
the man who had. so cruelly wreekedher here ? he thought, and in his heart he
vowed that if he found her he would
young life.
The grim, hard smile that played kill her, too—the wicked gill. who had
around his writhing lips in the dim light broken her fatherei heatt and Made him
of the stately old hall was terrible to a wretched murderer.
In his hearer at her aim he was fast
"1 am a desperate roam" Mr. Rodney becoming a monoraaniac. The blood
see,
continued, hoarsely. "You have taken upon his hands only whetted his thirst
for more. Li his madness it seemed to
from me my ewe -lamb. You must look
to yourself. Isbell not leave this house him that the horror of her in could
s
to.night until I find her. If you do not only be wiped out in her blood,
vaguely notleed that the doot
give her up, I shall search the house for He Ina
from
bet—ay, even if I have to pass over whence Mrs. Griffin had issued
hda been leftslightly ajar. Perhaps she
yew dead body to do so 1"
They stood loolcitig at each other was in there, he thought. He would go
"d 8"
steadily. Oran Delaney had whitened '
He crept softly along the hall to the
to a deedlypallor. door of that room. He vaguely won-
-Mr. itoaney,yon know nob what you
dared if this was the hidden blue -room
aela," he said. "Can yon not take ray
of Dr. Anthony's story. Would his sight
woad villa= that your daughter is not
hare 2- If you sleuthed nap house thrice be bleated by the sight of her, hie little
uw,er pan would find. 'nothing but dust Mine, who had been the pet and death%
and grim and ghosts of the a, ead past," of ,1118.„11,1°18itti.pg, tsars ,,c,_°116e.11,tealY,,l,n
. what, awit the him= bital zoom?' spienunt am, mistress Ot ou0 villi Wratau
whore he had slain in his anger.
Ifr. De -Jamey obabged color at these Ho crept softly to the door and peered'
,tymeeerl Mr, Rodney,
M through the narrow crevice made by
wools,
.,1?,4b11/0 room 1,, le statmer0a. the slight opening of the unlatched door.
He eared Into the roOm, and it tvas
there," said Mr. Rodney.
,. m
"Vet, the blue room where 77. ,..k_ t.ipt wit 1 difficulty that he represeed a cry .
, fiend 1
. whom Imbed rUthlessly slain. It 008 050
my child hidden so longLete look of horrorHeavens! Wee this %
over him now with a keen pang of re-
ptvihnicoeha.a wire guard had been carefullypiaosd.
But the wire gaud had been ruthless-
ly torn away from the fire now, and the
sole inmate of that luxurious room was
a creature that might have struck terror
to a heart even more desperate than
was the lawyer's as bo gazed into the
00001.
"My God, what is it ? Ottn lb be a
human creature, or is it a fiend from the
nether world?" he asked himself.
He might well ask himself the ques.
tion. The oreeture on which he gazed
was a small, misshapen thing, with
such horribly distorted features, as
caused a shudder of loathing to run
through Mr. Rodney. The crooked
form was clothed with an almost bar-
baric splendor of apparel—in crimson
satin embroidered in golden thread,
while the fire of priceless diamonds
flashed from the yellow arms and neck,
and upon the tangled braids of coarse,
black hair that fell down her back.
She, for he had concluded that it was
O woman from the long, black hair and
the womanly apparel, had snatched a
lire -brand from the glowing grate, and
was now running about the room, utter-
ing,discordant shrieks of fiendish glee,
while with a ruthless, vandal hand she
hold the flaming brand now hero, now
there, against the satin hangings and
the filmy lace curtains, the lambrequins,
the silicon fringe of the olutir.covers,
until all became a smoldering mass,
Unwell which small jets of lurid flame
began to creep weirdly.
Mr. Rodney gazed for a moment like
ono fascinated upon this horrible scene,
end then he made a bold and desperate
dash into the room.
He ran up behind the horrible fire
Rend, threw his arm over her shoulder,
and wrenched the flaming brand from
her clasp, threw it clown upon the floor,
and
mass. Then he was obliged to turn my vatePundshavejustbeen placed in
'trampled it into a black, charred
binds! 00 Investment
round and defend himself.
Por the dreadful woman had thrown AT 7 PER CENT.
berself fiercely upon him, and was chok-
ing bis life out with her long, talon -like
fingers and sharp nails, that held his
throat in a vice -like pressuae. Ralf
strangled, he made a supreme effort
against the furious maniac, and succeed.
ed in tearing her hands away from their
murderous hold. She was wonderfully
strong and agile, but he held her firmly,
and wild screams of rage issued from
her distorted lips. He recognized the
sounds as those that had. so frighteued
him in the earlier part of the evening.
"This, then, was the ghost of Delaney
House I" he thought, grimly. "My God,.
what can this terrible creature be to,
Oran Delaney, and does Aline know of
her existence 2"
He held her firmly by both hands,
while she bit and tore and raved in a
frenzy of maniacal fury. He was per-
plexed what to do with her. He knew
that she was a dangerous creature, but
he would nob have harmed her for rho
world. She was already too terribly
blasted both in body and mind. But he
longed to make some disposal of her,
that he might make some effort to
quench the smoldering flames, that al-
ready filled the room with a thick and
suffocating black vapor.
She solved the question for him her-
self by suddenly wrenching her hands
from. his, and making a rapid exit
through the open door. It did nob occur
bo him to follow her. Instead, he threw
all his energies into the task of subdo-He tore down the heavy satin hang- Gristing and Chopping promptly
ing e am .
ings, and trampled them beneath hie A ()ALL SOLICITED.
feet. He found an ,ewer of water, and
deluged the smoking cushions of the
chairs and lounges, fighting bravely
amid the smoke and fire, reckless that
his strong hands were torn and burned
with the superhuman efforts that be
made.
---
CHAPTER Lill.
But when all was done that a brave
and energetic man could do, Mr. Rod-
ney found that his efforts had been spent
In vain.
The maniac fire -fiend had fired the
filmy lace curtains, and the blaze ran
along the inflammable material, licking
It up with a fiery tongue of flame, Etna
mountingto the ceiling, whore it ignited
the curtain rods and then the ceiling.
The lawyer gazed at it an instant, and
seeing the leapin,,, tongues of flame
spurting out, ha realized that he could
do no more toward stopping the firs.
He ran out of the smoking room to give
the alarm in the street, forgetting for
a moment the terrible deed he bad
done, and that his own safety demanded
instant flight.
Rushing wildly down the stairs, he
encountered Mrs. Griffin coming up at a
pace as headlong as his own.
She caught him entreatingly by the
arm.
"Oh, sir," she cried, "you have nob
quite killed him. He breathes yet—he
Dan talk a little. Oh, for pity's sake,
bring some one to hilt. 1 cannot leave
him alone to go Myself."
Her words recalled him to himself. In
the exeiteraent of the past few memento
he had momentarily forgotten that
tioWn-stairs in the wide hall lay a matt
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