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The Herald, 1908-09-25, Page 74.110°Mtnerse33131"'"goilA stet "Thank you," ss id ' Neville, with a short laugh. "But I want to marry some ane else." "So I see," said Lorirmore, "and I wish you luck." They had reached the terrace bythis ame, and found the viscount there. "Come on!" he said. "Lunch is ready, Lad Jordan has been here this half Sour. How did you and he get on to- gether last night, Neville,' he said 'aid) to Neville. Neville shook his head. "Jordan and I can never be friends, sir," he said gravely. "Dear, dear! Well, I hope you'll be civil tb one another to -day?" "Oh, yes," said Neville. Jcrdan was in the drawing room, talk- ing alking to Audrey, and nodded to the two nen pleasantly, but with a covert scru- tiny. He was not looking any paler than usual, and seemed in the best of spirits. "Where's the signorina?" asked the viscount. "The second bell has rung." "She's upstairs with Mercy," said Au- drey, "but will be down directly. You have heard of Sylvia's friend, Neville? she said to him. "Scarcely yet," he replied. f`I have yet to hear a. great deal. As they went in to lunoh the viscount informed then* that he had wired to Lady Marlow. "She'll be down by the evening train," he said, rubbing his hands. "I didn't tell her you were here, Neville." "Lady Marlow will be as glad as any of us," said. Jordan, with a brotherly smile. Sylvia entered at this point. She swept a glance of her lovely eyes round, the group, let it rest for a moment on Ne- ville, then, with a bow and a smile that included them all, went to her. seat beside the viscount. "And how is Mercy this morning, my dear?" asked the viscount. "Will you have some chicken? Neville, pass the signorina some chicken, will you.?" Neville carved a wing, his hand trem- bling. Why had she not stopped and spoken to him as she passed to her place. Had he offended her. Oh, it was perfectly plain that his "little Syl"— "little" no longer— did not care for him. "She is no better," said Sylvia, in a tow voice; "and yet I have had such hard work to persuade her to keep in bed. She wants to go to London. "If there is anything I can do," mur- mured Jordan, always ready with his sympathy and help. Sylvia shook her head. "I have sent tor a doctor," she said. "Such a nice woman!" said the vis- count, regretfully. "You haven't seen her, have you, Jordan." "No,said Jordan; "I have not yet had •that pleasure. But I have heard. of her from Audrey and the signorina, and hope that I am soon to see her restored to health. She must be a god woman to have seeuded the inestimable treasure of the signorina's friendship," and he bowed to Sylvia. The lunch proceeded. It was a strange meal, and all of them had the air of per- sons sitting over a volcano and pre- tending that they did not know it. Audrey and Sylvia spoke in low tones, Lorrimore and Neville were almost sil- ent, and the viscount wore an air of forced gaiety which was as transparent as glass. Jordan alone seemed to be per- fectly at his ease, and "made" the con- versation with bland complacency. "I was saying last night that we ought to have a fete,' he remarked. "We can't let so joyful an occasion as Neville'a re- turn pass as if it were of no account. What do you say to a big garden party, with tents on the lawn and a luncheon and dancing for the tenantry, and, in fact everybody?" and he smiled round upon them all. "The very thing," said the viscount. "That's a capital] idea, Jordan, eh, Au- drey?" "Yes," .faltered Audrey. "Then it shall be done,' said Jordan, nodding brightly! "Neville is so modest that he would like to avoid the fatted calf, but he must not be allowed to do so. Let me see; shall we say this day week*" He stopped suddenly and the rest, looking to see what had occasioned the break in the smooth voice, saw him star- ing at the French window opposite which he sat, his face suddenly grown white to the lips, his eyes fixed with what looked like terror. "Eh? What's the matter?" demanded the viscount. Jordan rose. elexeuse me," he said, hurriedly. and It was Sylvia who had thrown herself he took two or three steps to the win - on his breast, and hofro ted white face the rest and flashing eyes, "It is false! false!" she erica, panting, "He did not do it, He .i cold not," and her arms wound round his neck. Neville bent his head, h him and heava - enly joy thrilling throng quell- ing his rage and indignation. "God bles you, my dealing!" he mur- mured. "My Syl!" When he raised his head and loked around. "That letter I have never seen till now," he said. "I never saw his daugh- ter—,r, "Let me get at himl" broke in Lavar- But struggling. "He'e killed my. gel, my But beforeehe could rpp h it it the . e RachelSir Jordan knows it. Speak buret open, and a man appeared on tthout once more, Sir Jordan," he said, threshold. Sylvia uttered a cry of terror, and hoarsely. turned to the viscount as if for protec- Jordan looked around. �� tion I air afraid it is too true, he said. "Lavarick!" broke from Neville's lips, "My brother was young, the temptation and he sprang to his feet. was great, and he fell; but I had hoped • It was Lavarick--des rate half mad that he had made reparation— with drink and fury. clothes were "It is false! false!" panted Sylvia. torn, his face livid, his eyes bloodshot. "Yes," said a voice in the doorway, He stood holding the door and staring "it is false:" straight at Neville with a look of hate At the sound of the voice, full of an - which made his ugly face perfectly dev- guish, yet strangely ill and resigned, illsh. Lavarick uttered a cry and stood mo- Jordan ran to him and seized his arm. tionless, gazing before him. "Are you mad?" he hissed; but Lav- Some ono came slowly through the ariok flung him off. crowd of servants, and stood apart from "Let me be!" he shouted, hoarsely. them. It was Mercy. "The name's up! They're close on me. Jordan shrank back. I'm slagged. But I'll have my re- "Rachel!" broke from his white lips. verge on grim before Pm taken," and he "Rachel!" echoed from Lavarick, in pointed at Neville. "You see that man tones that would have moved a heart of —all of you—you see him! He's a scour- stone to pity even for such as he. "Ra- drel!" chel! my gel!" He made as if to spring at him, but Mercy looked at him with her sunken Lorrimore had been watching, and had eyes, and then turned them on Jordan. seized his arms and twisted them behind She said not a word, but if she had rais- his back. ed voice and hand, and denounced him, Lavarick struggled with the strength the spectators could not have been more of a madman for a moment or two, when convinced of his guilt. he suddenly desisted, and, gasping for He leaned against the wall, trembling, breath, nodded his head toward Neville, shaking, his face ashen gray with fear, who stood regarding him with fierce an- and his lips stil formed her name. ger. Lavarick stood for a moment speech - "That man isn't fit to sit here among less, then he turned with an awful cry such as you. He's a scoundrel!' to he shrinking wretch, and would have "Neville, do you know this man?" ex- broken from even Lorrimore's strong claimed the viscount, enraged and indig- arms had not Trale and a couple of po- nant. 'icemen at that moment rushed in "Know him!" said Neville. breathlessly from the terrace. "Yes, he knows me, and 1 know him," In an instant the handcuffs were on, broke in Lavarick. "Ask him what he's and Lavarick was helpless in the grasp done with her! Curse him! Curse him!' of the constables. and he Trade a futile effort to free him- A. scene of confusion followed, in which self. "'Look at the fine gentleman; he Jordan glided to the window; but Trate hasn't a word to say. Where's my Bach- k. slipped before it and closed anti bag- el, you villain?" red his retreat. It was quite true. Neville had not a Then. Sylvia, who had flown to Mrecy's word to say, for amazement had strick side, uttered a cry. Mercy had slid from en him dumb. her grasp, and had fallen lifeless to the "The man's mad," he said at last. ground. "Mad, am I?" yelled Lavarick, hoarse- Trale stood between Jordan and the • ly. "No. I ani not mad. Answer, you villain! Where is she? You don's know; you don't care! Oh, if I'd only had an- other day! Where's my gel, my Rachel?" The viscount looked from one to the other. "What is the man raving about? Au- drey, signorina, leave the room." They neither of them moved. "Is—is there anything in what the fel- low says, Neville?" he asked. gravely. Neville shook his head. "He is mad," he said. "I know him; there is not a greater scoundrel unhung; but I know nothing of his daughter. Itis name is Lavarick, a bush rn.nger. Lord Lorrimore, here, knows him." "You lie! You ruined her!" shrieked Lavarick. "It's true!" he said, hoarse- ly, turning his bloodshot eyes to the others. "If you don't believe me, ask Sir Jordan, his own brother. Ask him!" He swung his )teat) round to Jordan fiercely. "Tell him. You know it's true." Jordan hung his head and sighed. "Believe me, Neville" he murmured; "it will be better to own that you have erred." Neville looked at him. "What!" he said, in an ominous voice. "You see," said. Lavarick. "His own brother told me that it was him. He's a liar, too, and I wouldn't have believed him, but he proved it. Here, you," and he nodded to one of the footmen who had crowded in, "feel in my breast pocket; there's a letter." The viscount signed permission, and one of the servants took the half -burned letter from Lavarick's pocket. "There, read it! Show it to him; show it round. Ask him if he knows it!` It's -- it's my gel's, my Rachel's writing," and he groaned. The viscount took tlie'letter.and ex- tended it to Neville, who accepted it, but after a glance at it, gave it back. "I never saw it before," he said. "You lie!" yelled Lavarick. "His own brother, Sir Jordan, here, found it am- ong his papers." "Is this true, Jordan" demanded the viscount, gravely. Jordan shook his head and sighed. "1 regret to say that it is true," he replied. I found the letter as this man states. I know no more, but I know Neville too well not to feel sure that he will make reparation." 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Jordan drew a long breath, and looked round with a sinister expression on his white, drawn face. The game was up, and he knew it. He shot a glance of malignant hatred at Lorrimore and Ne- ville. "',Chis is a conspiracy!" he said between his teeth. "You're right, Sir Jordan. That's just what it is," cut in Trale, quite cheer- fully. "You and Banks here have con- spired to conceal a will and defraud Sir Neville and a lady unknown, and it's my duty to ask his lordship for a warrant for your apprehension." "Enough of this!" he said.' "I repeat, it is a conspiracy, and I will punish all that have had a hand in it. As to that. —that forgery, I shall fight it to the last penny I possess." "No use," said Trale, as cheerfully as before. "I showed the will to Mrs. Parsons this morning, and she recognizes it. She didn't know what it was when she signed it, but she identifies it. You will see a couple of blots over her sig- nature, my lord. She made 'em, and re- members making 'em. Knew them and the signature in a moment. It's no use, Sir Jordan; there isn't an inch of ground left for you to stand upon. You've cut it all away yourself!" Jordan's bead dropped. He seemed to shrink iu size and stature as he realized the truth of Trale's assertion. "I will trouble you for my. property, Lord :Marlow," he said, advancing to the table and reaching for the notes; but Trak snatched them up and whipped them behind him. "Beg pardon, Sir Jordan," he said. "You denied that they were your prop- erty just now; they're mine at present, window. ,, until you've proved your right to them, ".Do you dare to stop me, fellow ., de- and when you've done that you'll com- manded Jordan. plete my case against you up to the hilt. "One moment, Sir Jordan," said Trate. I'm gotag to pay these notes into his that Trale had to give him his arm to the fly that was waiting in the avenue to take him to prison. The three men looked at each other; then Neville, borne down by the weighlb of shame, sank into a chair and rested his head on his hands. "And he is any brother!" he groaned.. The viscount went and laid. both his hands on Neville's shoulders. "No!" he said, "only half brother, my dear boy! Onlyehalf your blood runs in his veins, and that's the half that shows his pluck. He has pluck, confound him!' Cheer up, Neville! A third—why that's five or six thousand a year! I give you m bo " joy,y "And I," said Lorrimore, taking Nev- ille's hand. "Cheer up, Neville, if you'll let me call you so! There are brighter days in store for you!" "My great goodness, what an escape for—Audrey!" ejaculated the viscount. Lorrimore started. "She—she must not know," he said, quietly. "No, no!" said Neville. "The shame- ful story must be hushed . up in some way. He may keep my money. I'd ra- ther lose every penny of it than have the old name disgraced and dishonored. The thought of it sickens me." (To be continued.) Then he waited until Sylvia and Audrey had gone out with the servants carrying Mercy. "Will you kindly close the floor, Mr. Neville?" he said. • Neville shut the door, "I've ventured to etop you. $ir Jor- dan," said Tralc, `:as I have soiuething of importance to communicate to Lord Mar- low, and I should like to do it in your presence." He drew the will out of his pocket, and placed it on the table in front of the viscount. At the sight of it Lavarick uttered a low cry. "'She wiIl!" he cried. Jordan looked from one to the other, his white face set defiantly. "What is this ?" demanded the vis- count. "Sir Greville's lost will, my lord," re- plied Trale, gravely, and with evident enjoyment. "The last will, my lord. Sir Jordan knows its contents. If you'll glance through it, you'll see that it leaves the property very differently from how it goes now. There is a third to Mr. Neville and a third to the daughter of the lady Sir Greville wanted to mar- ry." The viscount looked at the will. "Read it, you, Lorrimore," he said. "How did you come by this, Trale? It's aserious matter. "Yes, my lord," assented Trale. "It was found by Mr. Neville, in the trunk of a tree, where Jim Banks had hidden it while he was bargaining with Sir Jor- dan for it." Lavarick nodded, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Jordan. `".Chat's so," he said. "I stole it on the night the old man died; that scoun- drel would have burned it if 1 hadn't. He knew of it all the time. He'd have bought it of me. I met him on the Bur- rows on Friday, the sixteenth, and put it in the tree; he got behind ire unknown to me and stole it; how '!'rule got xt It don't know " Jordan laughed. "A clumsy invention, Lord Marlow," he said, contemptuously. "This man is in league with our clever friend Trale, or has deceived him—the latter, I think. I have never met this man on the Bur- rows, or elsewhere; the thing is a for- gery, I have no doubt. Why, the fellow has been already convicted of'forgery!" Banks gnashed his teeth. "If you'll only let me loose for it min- ute ---only a minute!" he said to the po- licemen who held rum I won't attempt lordship's account at the bank, and you can get 'em by proving 'em to be yours, if you can." "Very well," said Jordan, hoarsely. "I thank you all for showing your hands so plainly. I admit nothing. 1 denounce that—that thing as a forgery. I shall in- dict you for a conspiracy, and if there is justice to be had, I will see you pun- ished." • "Bravo," said Trale, under his breath. "He's game to the last." Jordan moved to the door, and Trale stepped aside and opened it, but Jerdan paused a moment and looked at Lorri- more. "I have to thank you for a greater part of this—this insult and outrage, Lord Lorrimore!" he said. )Lorrimore shook his lead almost sad- ly"I'm afraid nut, Sir Jordan. I'm sorry to say that, though I felt certain you were a villain, 1 have had no hand in unmasking you. I deeply regret it, but it Fs. the truth!" responded Lorrinicalti, grimly. "As to that pauper and scum of the earth"—said Jordan, glaring at Neville. "Not pauper, Sir Jordan," interrupt- ed Trale—Neville had stood unmoved -- "not pauper. A third of the property, you know! That's better than the five hun- dred a year you offered him last night" With something between a snarl and a groan Jordan passed out. As he did so, Lavarick laughed an aw- ful laugh, full of malignant satisfaction. "Take ire away," he said, hoarsely, and as if he were worn out by the ex- citement of the scene. "You can take thein off if you like. 1 wouldn't make a rim for it if you was to offer me those notes. For he'd beat you yet, if I was out of the way! Yes, he'd beat you; but he won't while I ani alive and hero to smash him! I can tell all! I will tell you all. But take ire away now, unless—unless---" He stopped and groaned. "Oh, my poor gel, Rachel." Trale knew his man. He stepped up to hint and nnloeked his handcuffs. "1f his lordship will let you, you shall see her, Bank,," he said, solemnly. Lord Marlow nodded, and Trate put his hand on Lavarick's shoulder, "Come up with ire," he said. "If .he's able to see you, I'll give you ten minutes with her," and he led laivnriek from the room. The two, father and dauaitor, were alone for their ten minute:. Then Lav- arick carie down, his head sunk on his breast. his gait so feeble and uncertain AFTER DOCTORS FAILED Dr. Williams' Pink Pills Restore a Despondent Sufferer to Health. "Although it is now some years since I found it necessary to take me- dicine of any kind, 1 attribute my pre- sent good health entirely to Dr. Wil - Rains' Pink !'ills." Thus writes Mr. Wm. M. Ferguson, St. John West, N. B. Mr. Ferguson continues: "For years 1 was a sufferer from chronic bronchi- tis and general debility. 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How different from the frivolous flirt that occasionally bobs up. )3ut to their . credit, be it said, most of our girls are endowed with both brains and beauty,— MI=3l Cion Herald.