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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1905-07-13, Page 74,64.! l The Yellow olly By FERGUS HUME, Author of "The -Mestere of ■ ti;ansom Cab," Etc. ,rt /lt Copyrlh'ht, 1905, by G. W. Dillingham Company .1 1. 11111 11 .1 11 1111 11111111 „n1. yl "Yes, and he wants to see you about ..the matter. I said that he could hi my presence. What he has to say I 'tlon't know. There Is another reason .for your remaining, George. Mrs. Ward and her daughter are coming ,bere." "She won't be pleased to see me," ca3aid Breudon: "Oh, I think she will. After Ireland put her in a corner she grew afraid, :and now she would like to see the matter settled at any price. When she is your mother-in-law, George, keep her out of your house or there will be trouble. Ala, here is Walter! Well, my boy, have you come, to see your new cousin?" 'Walter Vane entered the library with :an injured air. Ile looked neater and ,more fragile than ever and wonder- fully old, considering his years. Der- rington looked from him to the fine figure of George with a queer look in bis eyes. "Walter," said George, "I hope you ',bear me no grudge for stepping into ,your shoes." Walter took the hand in his own limp grasp. "Well, of course, it is bard on 1 "Waiter, I hope you bear me no gr udpe." :a fellow," he answered in a rather whining manner, "but you and I got -on well together, so I would rather it was you than another fellow. And what about my income?" asked Wal- ter. "You will have what you have now," :said Derrington. "Don't bother me about the matter. You and George • can settle it between you." Considering how he had been ousted, Walter really took things eery calmly. But he had not enough vigor to pro- test. He sighed. His grandfather had -cowed him, and Waiter profoundly ad- -mired his newly found cousin, who did • not hesitate to stand up to the despot. He began to think it was a good thing • that George had come into the family. He would at least save him—Walter— from constant bullying. This interest- ing family council was interrupted by the entrance of Mrs. Ward, as pert and • pretty as ever. She had quite recov- -.ered her spirits, and knowing that Der- rington would say nothing about the • card cheating or about the San Remo matter, she was prepared to be as in- +.solent as she dared. But she was quite • determined not to cross swords again • with the old man. • As it was, she came sailing in .with • the prettiest air in the world and held • out both hands. "My dear Lord Der- rington, how well you are looking! How"— here her astonished eyes fell + on George. "You!" said Mrs. Ward, •• aghast. "Jar. Brendon, and here!" "Not Mr. Brendon," said Derrington, enjoying her confusion, "but my grand- , son, George Vane." Dorothy, who had remained below to egive some instructions to the footman, • -entered the room just in time to hear [Prolonged Torture] of Piles ''Was discouraged by 30 years' suffering—Never expected to be Welt again. 11311a3. W. RoowDSN, North Street, St. Cath., arineve and whose hndband has been caretaker • • of the Central School for nineteen years, Oates: "I wish to add my testincoay for Dr. Chase' •• Ointment, For ((hats/ ears I was severely s•YlfiiioIed with piles; •whicl, gave me such pro- longed torture that I ,did net expect aver to be well again. I have beer treated by physi- cians who have grown grey in the practice of medicine without ob. Wien relief. I don't *Otiose there over was entre diaoeuraged "sufferer than I was. "Finally I was for. tunate enough to come across Dr. Chase's Ointment, and after using a few boxes my n longstanding oom- 1. 1tOWDJ ! . - plaint depiarted, and 1L - Was•'• es from eery i'smptotn. It stay eaj'tum if t • biatinin0 Watkins, be got for 1.0 thaan, tea `•llara a bar, I would not without it. DNChase'! Ointment is aporitive end guar. imitate legator ovary feria of pi]ms. It issafor, N nae, r b.x, I rill ede to Hien air operation. t Y Mao.11 . ill I this announcement. She flew to her lover. "My dearest George, I am glad, glad, so glad," and before them all she kissed him. Mrs. Ward screamed: "Dorothy! What manners!" "Very good manners," said Derring- ton coolly, "seeing that they are natu- ral. Well, Airs. Ward, George, my grandson and heir," added the old man with emphasis, "has something to say to,you." "Really. I shall be most happy to hear it." George took his cue. "I lave to ask you for the hand of your daughter Dorothy," he said, "Really," said Mrs. Ward again, "I don't know. I fancied that Walter, you see"— And she cast her eyes: on the neat little man. "Oh, I scratch," said Walter, in his elegant way. •"There's no fighting against George. IIe has all the luck." • "You call him George?" "Why shouldn't I? He's my cousin, the head of the house"— "When I go to my long home," fin- ished Derrington. "Well, Mrs. Ward, do you consent to the match?" "Do, mother," said Dorothy implor- ingly. Knowing what Derrington knew and bow obstinate both lovers were, Mrs. Ward did not see very well what else she could do. After a few sighs and having squeezed a few tears she cried to her daughter in a muffled voice ex- pressive of deep emotion, "Dorothy, my dear child, do you love George?" "Yes," said Dorothy simply. "You know I love bine" "George, do you love my child?" "I do," replied George curtly. "It is hard," said Mrs. Ward, with a deep sigh, "to see a child leave its parent. But you love her, you have won her." Aere she rose and, raising Dorothy from her knees, gave her to George. "Take her, George, and with her take a mother's blessing." The idea of Atrs. Ward's blessing was too much for Walter, and he went off into a shriek of laughter which ended in his leaving the room. George was quite unmoved. He thanked Mrs. Ward and kissed Dorothy. Then he took her to a distant seat near the window, where they could talk sensi- bly. Lord Derrington was left to con- sole the afflicted mother. This he pro- ceeded to do immediately. "Egad, you did it well," he said, looking at the pretty woman. "I don't believe Miss .Terry or Mrs. Saddons could have done it better." Mrs. Ward saw that it was useless to hide the truth from this keen eyed old man any longer. "Oh, don't be nasty," she said plaintively and rus- tled up to him. "Of course I wanted Dorothy to marry Walter, but George does just as well." "Well," said Derrington, "you care very little about Dorothy, and you don't like George. When they are married you must stop away as much as is consistent with your feelings." "I'll do what I like," said Mrs. Ward, beginning to tap her foot. "No; I don't think you will. Yon threatened me in this room." "I was only playing a game," pro- tested Mrs. Ward. "Well, I can play a game also. Mrs. Jersey has left behind her a confession in which she details how you managed to cheat your sister, Miss Bull. If you don't leave that couple severely alone I shall show the confession to Doro- thy." "I never did anything to my sister. Mrs. Jersey tells lies"— Derrington made a gesture of dis- gust. "There—there," he said, "what is the use of talking further? Things are settled. When Dorothy and George are married I'll see what I can do for you." • "Oh, thank you, dear Lord Derring- ton," she said artlessly and pressing his arm. "I know you are the most generous of men. But I really can't stop talking here all day." She rustled over to Dorothy. "My darling, I must go and do some shopping: No; you can stay here. I will call again in an hour." CHAPTER XXIV. IT was the next day that George went to see Ireland. At the doer lie was informed that Ireland had been very ill with his heart and that the doctor had been called in. Nevertheless Ireland Would not obey the advice of his physician and stay in bel. He was up and dressed as usual and in his study. George entered the large room and saw his former guardian seated at his desk as usual. The man looked very 111. Itis large, placid face was ex- tremely pale, there were dark circles under his eyes, and he even scented to have grown lean. His clothes hung loosely on him, and he did net rite when George entered. "Excuse me, Georges,",he said, with an attempt at clieerfulnegs, "but 1 am not so well as I might be." "You are looking Ill—very 111," said George, taking his seat. Ireland nodded, "I can't live long?' he remarked In his heavy voice. "So the dotter informs me. My heart Is extremely weak. 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The marriage has been proved beyond a doubt. My grandfather bas seen the copy of the certificate and now holds it." "Is he pleased?" "Very pleased. Ile Is now. as friend- ly toward me as he has been hitherto hostile." Ireland nodded, breathing heavily. "I thought he would be. He and I had a long talk about you on the day I called. That was when I saw Mrs. "Ward and"— "You can go on," said George, see- ing his hesitation. "I know the whole story." "What story?" asked Ireland sus- piciously. "The story of what happened at San Remo. Mrs. Ward I know was Violet Howard, and her sister Jenny is Miss Bull." "Yes. Poor Jenny, she was the bet- ter of the two, and now she drags out a. miserable life in a London lodging house. While Violet, who is a bad woman"— "And the mother of Dorothy," inter- rupted George imperiously. "Say no more, sir." "You are quite right. As I can't say good of the woman, let me say no bad. Well, you know how she loved. your father." "I think she flirted with him, but fa was Jenny who really loved." . "And look at her reward!" said Ire- land, with a deep sigh, "Those who try to do their best always come off worst. I loved your mother, George, and I have been a lonely man all my life." It was a sad case. George wished to get at the truth, but he was so sorry for Ireland, who had passed so many miserable years, that he did not like to inflict more pain. Nevertheless it was necessary to learn if Ireland had really visited Mrs. Jersey on that night 'so as to set Bawdsey's mind at rest. If George did not learn the truth Bawd- sey might attempt the discovery, and he would handle the old man in a much, worse manner than George was likely to do. While pondering how he could set about his unpleasant task George was saved from making the first step, always the most difficult, by an observation from Ireland, which paved the way to an explanation. • "IIow did you discover the church?" be asked icily. • "In rather a queer way. 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From the first day X,felt the good effect of thelaiedicine, era int titirvleblirtiestro,pgand Wen again. X can eat anything now without any 111 idler -effect.. ItSirta tate great pleasure Ito recommend Burdock Blood Bitters, for tett it latent stir lite." ... _ _.. been closed, and looked up. "'The Is i faced. I never was a coward except In Lola Velez?" he asked anxiously, "She is a dancer whom I helped—oh,• quite in a proper way, Mr. Ireland.. You know the name?" Ireland, contrary to George's expec- tatloi, ,nodded. "'there was a woman in San demo about the time of your father's death. She was called Velez and was in love with him." "1 --le seems to have been a fascinat- ing man," said George, smiling, to set Ireland at his ease. "But this Lola is the daughter of the woman you men- tion. It was she who found the church," By this tiene Ireland was quite awake and keenly anxious for details. "How did she learn its name?" he de- manded quickly; "She found it in the confession of Mrs. Jersey." Ireland snapped the paper cutter he was holding, and, leaning back in his chair, looted anxiously at George. "What do you mean?" "Well," replied the young man, keep- ing his eyes fixed on Ireland's face, "It seems tbat Airs, Jersey left a confes- sion behind her as to what took place at San Ileum." "Who has that confession'?" "I have! I got it from Lola!" "And how did site manage to obtain it?" For answer George related how Lola had called to see Mrs. Jersey, and how she had managed to steal the confes- sion. "It was from reading it," finish- ed George, "that she learned of the, church in which my parents were mar- ried. Desiring that I should marry her, and chinking I would not do so were my birth proved, she went to the church to destroy the registees. She was caught with tore leaves and ar- rested." "Arrested?" "Yes. I wonder you did not see the case reported in the papers." "I have been too 111 to read the pa- pers lately," said Ireland, looking round. the room in rather a helpless way, "and none of my servants told me. What happened?" "Oh, Lola was let off with a small fine. She is now back dancing at her music hall. She gave the confession to me." "Did any one else see it—the authori- ties T' "No. You can set your mind at rest, Mr. Ireland. I got it from Lola before she was taken to prison. No one had seen it but myself and Lord Derring- ton." Ireland drew a long breath of relief. "You made a strange remark just now, George," he said, not looking at the young man. "You told me to set my mind at rest. Why did you say that?" "I have read the confession," said George quietly. "Then you know?" "I know that my father's death was due to an accident." "What! Did that wretched woman tell the truth?" "She told the truth," "And she did not accuse me of hav- ing murdered your father?" "No. She did not. I suppose she thought it was as well to go to her long home with as few sins as possible on her conscience." "Thank God for that," said Ireland. "George," be said in faltering tones, "I have suffered greatly on account of that most unhappy accident. Your fa- ther and I were not very good friends, as I found it difficult to forgive him for having taken from me the woman I loved. But at San Remo we got on better together. I stifled my resent- ment so that I might see as much of you as possible, George. Knowing that I was not on good terms with Vane, I thought that Airs. Jersey might have accused me of the crime. She did try to get money out of me." "So Bawdsey told me." "Bawdsey. Who is he?" "I forgot you don't know. He is a detective who bas been looking after the case on behalf of Lord Derrington. I learnfrom the confession of Mrs. Jersey that he is her husband." "George Rates. I remember. She told me she married him and went to America. It was after her return from America that she • tried to get money Out of me.. I refused. Not that I did not. realize the danger' to which She could -expose me, but I knew that if I once yielded I would •be in her power. Besides, I had a defense,as she got the stiletto from the woman Velez." "A1id it was with that same stiletto that Mrs. Jersey was killed." "By whom?" asked Ireland. "Did her husb::nd"— "No. lee do not know who killed bor. Per! :ups you may know?" "I!" 1. eland looked genuinely sur- prised. "No. How should I know?" "Well," said George, rather awk- wardly, "It seems that Bawdsey bas got it into his head that you knew about this confession. That you were afraid it would be published after her death and that you went to the house on that night to get it. He doesn't ex- actly accuse you of the murder, but"— "I don't know what else you would Call his statements but accusations," retorted Ireland, with some heat, "but. I never was near the house. I certain- ly thought that Mrs. Jersey might leave some such confession, but I nev- er asked her about it." "Then you cannot guess who killed her?" "No. I R a9 never near the house.. I was in bed and asleep. My servants will tell you so." "I need not ask them," said George quickly. "I never thought yen were guilty, and I only cane to receive your assurance so that I !night tell Bawdsey and prevent him troubling .you." "If Bawdsey eomes here x'll soon make short work of hila," said Ireland sharply. "I stn not sifted." "You need net be. Mee. "ersey's own confeellon exonerates you." "I don't mind esen that. I would have raced the wstst hid.. it_ t.- he one thing." Me paused and looked tam- Idly at George, "I shrank from telling you how I was the unhappy cause of your father's death," "You we're notthe cause, in my opin- fon, Mrs, Jersey Was the cause," "Well, I thought you would shrink from me did you know all." "I do know all, and I do not shrink from . you," replied George, leaning across the desk to shake Ireland's hand. "It was a pure accident and bus been related by your enemy." "I am so glad the truth is known to you at last," faltered the old Ivan, "and that you see how uuconsciously I "I do know all, and I do not shrink from you." caused the death. I shall lie down for- ever. But I am glad you know. I am glad you are not angered:" "We are the best of friends, lir. Ire- land. You have always been kiud to me. I am afraid my visit has been too much Pa: you." "No. I am glad you came. I am glad you spoke out. I always intended to do so, but I feared lest you should blame me." By this time they were ascending the stairs. George conducted the old mann to his room and sent for the doc- tor. Ireland undressed and got to bed. Then he insisted on George leaving Lim. "But you are 111," protested the young man. "I am dying. But what of that? I am glad to die. I shall meet Rosana again after long, long years of sorrow. Go, George. We understand one an- other, and you have forgiveu me. There is no more to be said." "There is nothing to forgive," replied George softly. Then, to humor his old guardian, he departed. A strong grip of the hand was exchanged between them. George left the room and saw Ireland lying as still as any corpse. Only his lips moved, awl they mur- mured continuously, "Rosana, Itosina!" He was true to the woman he loved to the very end. George left the house, as there was nothing he could do, but he intended to call in again. Meanwhile he repaired to Amelia square to see Bawdsey. Derrington wished him to tell the de- tective to stop looking after the case and discharge him from his employ- ment. In his pocket George had a, check for £1,000, and when this was paid the whole case was to be relegat- ed to obscurity. The sooner Bawdsey married Lola and went to America the better, Derrington thought. And for his own sake Bawdsey would hold his tongue, seeing what a close connection he was of the dead woman. Bawdsey was at home and saw George at once. ITe looked rather ex- cited and could hardly keep his seat. "Well, Mr. Brendon," he asked, "what is it?" "I .should rather ask you that," said George. "You seem excited." "Not very. Only I have been fortu- nate in some business, and"— "What is the business?" "I'll tell you that later. What is yours?" "A pleasant one," rejoined George. "Here is the cheer• for £1,000 which my grandfather promised you. Marry Lo- la and go to the States and stop search- ing for the assassin of Mrs. Jersey." "Thank you," replied Bawdsey, tak- ing the check eagerly; "your grandfa- ther is a prince, Mr. Brendon. As to the case, why should I stop search- ing?" "You will never find the assassin." "Pardon me," said Bawdsey in high glee. "I have found the assassin. Miss Bull killed Mrs. Jersey." CHAPTER XXV. G EORGE stared at the trium- phant detective in surprise. It seemed impossible that what he stated could be true. Miss Bull was the very last person whom Brendon would have accused. "You must mean Margery," said George after a time. "No, I don't," replied Bawdsey in a deterwined voice. "I mean Miss Bull, or, as you know her, Miss Jenny How- ard." "But what reason"— "Ah, that's a long story! She shall tell you herself." "Have you had her arrested?" "Not yet. But she will be arrested before the end of the day. I have al- ready communicated with Scotland Yard. It was your idea about Margery that put me on the scent," Bawd- sey said, with great complacency. "though, to be sure, I lad my suspi- cions before. It wits to watch Miss Bull that I came here." "What made you think that she was gtillt3• r" ' "Well, It seemed to me that she was the Only person' who could have killed Eliza. 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Even after his death the fatal attraction he exercised seemed to bring about disaster. "She did not kill Mrs. Jersey on that account,” he said. "Wait till you hear. She will tell you. In fact, she asked me to send for you, as she wishes to speak." "Let me hear how you came to learn that this poor creature struck the' blow. You say that it was some re- mark I made which”— "Yes, it was,” said Bawdsey eagerly, throwing himself lute a seat. "Your remark that Margery might be guilty”— "One moment," interrupted George in his turn. "I may tell you that I have seen Mr. Ireland, and he declares that he never was near the house on that night, that he knew nothing of the confession, and that he had no latchkey. He is innocent" "Now that I have heard MIss Bull I know that, sir. She's the one." "Well, and how did you find out?" Bawdsey cleared his throat and be- gan, with a most important air: "I rather agreed with your idea that Mar- gery might be guilty," he said, "and when I turned it over in my own mind I thought it more and more probable. I therefore determined to got Margery alone and work on her fears. Well, it was this morning in the sitting room. Miss Bull had gone out and had left Margery to make up some accounts. The girl was laboring away at them and getting into a hopeless mess. I came to speak with her and offered to do them. I soon put the accounts to rights and then began to talk of Miss Bull." "Why of Miss Bull?" "Why"—Bawdsey pinched his lip— "I thought at the time that Margery was guilty, and that if in talking to her I laid the blame on Miss Bull the girl would speak out." "Well, you accused Miss Bull of the crime?" "In a way I dh1. Margery dented it." "What did you say?" (To bo continued,) A COSTLY BREAKFAST. —. When Egan Were Worth Ther Weight In Gold In San Fraueleeo. Hens' eggs were worth their weight in gold, writes Thomas E. Farish to one of his stories of the very early days in San Francisco. A couple of young men who had recently landed from Tennessee dropped into Aldrich's for breakfast one morning. Not being aware of the rarity and consequent prices of eggs In California and having five dollars still left with which to pay, for breakfast for two, they calmly or- dered their usual breakfast of eggs and toast. When the bill was presented the young gentlemen saw, to their con- sternation, that the amount was $10. They had only Z. What wae to bo„ done? ' After a consultation together it wan decided that one of them should remain while the other went out to look for Colonel Gift, an old time friend whom they knew to be in the city. The colts, net was soon found, who, after hearing the story of his young friend and ask- ing who was with him, inquired what they had had for breakfast. "Eggs," was the reply. "Eggs! Eggs!" exclaimed the eolo- nel. 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