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The Exeter Advocate, 1894-10-11, Page 3Wo ma Crime, $,X AN 'I+JX-DLTEOTIYE. Published by permission of the owners of the Cepyright, [coelneit etel Lenore turns her eyes toward Mr, Wil- liams, and a scornful smile curls her lip, What he says of the gambling house is unnoted by her then; the comedy begins to explain itself ; she has not read the riddle of the drama, as yet. It has all transpired in an instant; as she again turns toward Gentleman Jeff his com- posure utterly deserts hien ; with a. shout of merriment he falls back in his chair and. shakes with pent-up laughter. The shout is echoed by the "Colonel," who dropping. Jess with out ceremon y wipes the perspiration from his ruddy face and color re- turnsshoats in his turn, Slowly the c turns to the countenance of Clarence Artevelclt, and by degrees the shrieks of the two women grow less. . Mr. Williams is the last to recover his presence) of mind. "Won't we be arrested," he whines, piteously. "Won't anybody know that I am in a gambling house ?" •' In a gambling house," Lenore com- prehends the words now, and for the first time. For an instant her face is ghastly in its palor ; then she turns away and waits in silence for the end of the comedy, in which she has no part. Long and loud is the laughter of the two gamblers. She sees Clarence Arte- veldt becoming suddenly fierce as he con- fronts the man addressed as "Colonel," " Curse you," he trios, wrathfully. "Have you played this shameful trick upon us ? upon me ? How dare you create such a panic; see how you have frighten- ed these women !" "Women?" Carrie Van Buren begins to recover suddenly, and Jess releases the luckless Colonel Then it is not true • their private dis- grace will not be mace public property. There is a chorus of questions, recrimina- tions, exclamations, Mr. Williams sud- denly ceases 'his dramatic efforts and comes over to Jeff. "You put the Colonel up to that dodge, old man," he said, flinging himself into his lately abandoned seat with a laugh. "By the powers, it almost fooled me for just a minute." And Gentleman Jeff laughs, as he replies : " Well, perhaps. But you have mis- taken your calling, Williams ; you should go on the stage." It takes a long time for the party to re- gain their composure, and Jess and Carrie are full of wrath because they have been matte so ridiculous ; but at last they are partially calmed. Then for a second time Lenore Armyn, movingforwarcl, ad- dresses her host: "Sir, I am here as a guest. Tell me, is this a gambling house?" Gentleman Jeff looked down at her in unfeigned surprise. "Did you not know?" he asned. "If I had," retorted she bitterly, "I should not be here. For heaven's sake tell me what sort of people are these who have brought ane here—these women?" His face became stern. " Did these two women and this man bring you here by unfair means? Did you not know I was a gambler ?" "Well," without even a glance at the others, "it is not the .first time they have been here. If they shrink from contact with a gambler you should shrink from them. They have entrapped you. If I had known their game it would never have been played. Shall I send you. away now; you will not return with them?" Lenore's eyes are blazing now with the light that Jess knew so well. It was thus she looked when she had struck down the burly German. Involuntarily the two plotting women drew together, and away from Clarence Arteveldt, as if to let him bear the burden of their united iniquity alone. Every eye is fixed upon Lenore as the gambler awaits her answer. The two men, who clo not yet quite understand the scene, are deeply interested. What will she do? what will she say ? all are auditors, and all interested, although in different degrees. For a .time, a long time, it seems to them all, she says noth- ing, - only her eyes speak unutterable things. Then she speaks, and they are astonished to hear her voice so calm. Calm ! it is like the "cling" "ring" offine steel. " No ! I will not go—yet. You say I have been entrapped. Then it must have been for a purpose. Will you give me the right to command' in your kingdom for a few momentf ?" "Iwill." "Then tell those women to leave this room, and your friends as well. I—" Suddenly Clarence Arteveldt steps for- ward. "Miss Armyn," he says, hurried- ly, "let me' speak with you alone. I can explain all this to you. I can make it as if it had never been." . "You?" The word falls on him like a lash. He turns toward the gambler. "For God's sake, Jeff, let me speak to her alone!" Gentleman Jeff again turns to Lenore. "It must be as she says," he replies, .cold- ly. " Let him have his way," she answers. It is strange, that icy voice, together with the eyes of fire. Obedient to the gesture of the gambler, . • they file slowly and silently from the room. As Jess passes Clarence Arteveldt she wispers, "Be a man now or all is lost." When the door had closed, and they are alone together, these two face each other in silence. Still the lurid. light turns in the girl's eyes, still her lips are colorless. Clarence Arteveldt has nerved himself for this, he has been drinking deeply, to prepare himself for this interview. Let come what will he must not falter now, that would be to make himself doubly despised. There is an awful stillness in the room, and then her incisive voice says, "I am waiting." He would approach her, butshe motions him back. ''Stancl where you are," she says, "and speak; my patience is not boundless." "Nor is mine," he breaks in abruptly, yet obeying her. • "My patience was ex- hausted. I loved youI asked you to be iny wife, You refused. You thought I had given you up. Instead, I was plan, ming to win you in spite of yourself. There was but one way,, and., I took it Yon will say that it ,was dishon Arable. I know that. I would do more to i win you. have lured yoti, here—into alganlbler's den. As we. came up the steps George Fordham was so near that 'he saw tis enter. Your friend, Kate Seaton, saw you too You and I alone were visiting argambler's den, What can they think? You know as well as I, But there is .a safe way out of this, Let rare go now and seek Fordham; let me say to Mm, 'Miss Armyn is my promised wife.' Say your- self to Kate Seaton, 'Clarence is too be my husband,' and all is well. In this re- publican city one may ' visit even such a place as this with one's affianced. Once more I ask you to be 'my wife. I offer:: you riches and love." "And—if I refuse, I shall be slandered to my dearest friends : all who have known me as a friend of the Rutlivens will know that I'liave been a gambler's guest—for the , sake of the two good wo- men under his roof Charles Ruthvon must turn from his door that base woman, Joss Warren, and myself ; when I go forth this stigma must follow me, I can not escape from it. And—I am alone in the world. This, is what you would tell moat It is strange to hear her say these things in that Galn, frozen way. " think statement to how I You tl rn'k my state nen as was decoyed here would weigh as noth- ing against the fact of my presence in such a place. That the man who is master here would not aid me to set my- self right in the eyes of my friends," she continued. "I think that you would only blacken yourself by electing a professed gambler for your champion; that would only be to link your name with his," replied the young man, doggedly. For the first time she faltered. She reeled as if about to fall. "Say one word," he urged. "Say that I may straightway announce our engage- ment. Think how I must love you to have done this. Should I not have some reward for such devotion ?" Strange that such words should restoi' her courage, her outward calm. One moment she seemed to ponder, then she said, as if thinking aloud : "Yes. Such devotion shall be rewarded—amply re- warded. Such debts of gratitude should, be paid to the uttermost." "Then say yes," he urges, blindly: "Say you will be my wife." Slowly she makes answer. "I am at your mercy—now. You can blast my honor—or save it. I realize my peril and your power. I choose to save my honor, even if to do it I must wed dishonor. Clarence Arteveldt, you shall be reward- ed ! I will marry you.." CHAPTER SIV.—UNRECOGNIZED LINKS, Nearly three weeks have elapsed since the fatal afternoon when Lenore Armyn gave that strangely worded promise to Clarence Arteveldt. October is wearing away, and for the actors in our strange drama there has been a season of compar- ative quiet. Joeelyn, the eccentric, ap- pears and disappears, after his usual fashion; he has gathered some fragments of information concerning the mysterious mother and child, and is following up these clues ; while Neil Bathurst keeps a close watch • upon Jason Bradwardine. It seems strange, but it is not the less true, that between the supposed widow and Jason Bradwardine, there should spring up a certain friendliness that might, in time, tend to the further en- lightenment of the fair "Mrs. O'Neil." A good detective must also be a good actor. Neil Bathurst was not only a good actor, he was an educated one ; possessed of a slight figure—slight, at least, for a man—small feet and -hands and regular features, that, while not effeminate, were by no means heavy ; he had been quick to see the advantage that his physique might give him over many, nay most, of his profession. He had practiced the gait, gestures and style of language common to the fair sex, as an artist studies for a loved profession. He had made feminine dress and many feminine employments a part of his edu- cation, and was not only a capital yen- triloguist, but an able elocutionist. He took the most scrupulous care of his hands and feet, and the former were as white and soft as the hands of the daint- iest fair lady. Not the best and most skilled of stage " transformation artists" knew better how to apply an army of lit- tle brushes, leads, dyes, paints and pig- ments, annot oneliad a larger or more motley collections of disguises or " make- ups " than had. Neil Bathurst. In his profession he was an artist par excellence. Rob Jocelyn had truly said that ho made a "fine figure of a woman." True, Rob had objected that he was a trifle tall, but then the world is full of equally tall wo- men. Perhaps Jason Bradwardine had a penchant for tall women ; at' any rate, Mrs. O'Neil found favor in his eyes. Throe weeks of September and October were filled, for the young detective, with small incidents that were, unknown to him then. to lead to great results. There were long talks with Jason Bradwardine, numerous feints at searches in all sorts of places for the woman who had stolen the wallet, efforts to obtain some light upon the subject of the Durand robbery and countless visits in. various diss,uises to the Durand mansion, as well as evenings passed in the society of the two fascinat- ing young ladies under that roof, with whom, as well as with the elder members of the family, he seemed rapidly becom- ing popular. One evening, some two weeks after the entrappinof Lenore Armyn, Neil Bath- urst stood. -before his dressing case mak- ing an elaborate dinner toilet, prepara- tory to setting forth to dine at the table of Mr. James Durand. He had chosen lodgings in one of those convenient build- ings where, because of its location and size, the stir and bustle was continuous; the building, was situated on a corner, and had, besides the two street entrances, another opening from an alley or narrow court. It was easy and comparatively safe to 'go in and out from such a place in the various characters a detective must sometimes assume, and Neil had good reason to be satisfied with his quarters. In the character of Mrs. O'Neil he hack lately returned from an interview with Jason Bradwardine, or Mr. Brady, and he was now engaged in removing the cosm0- tique from his smoothly -shaven face, pre- paratory to adjusting the stnall. silken mustache,, which not oven Rob Joeely» had suspected of being false, previous to the night when the disguised. Neil had led him such a chase. Neil Bathurst was too cunning a. de- tective to put himself under the hands of a barber. Ho slid his awn shaving, and no one over saw him, in propria persona, without this small hirsute appendage he now held' in his hand, ' He had but lust adjusted the mustache to his satisfaction, and was about to put away his east off apparel, when a tap, which he instantly retia nized, sounded upon the door. Hast- ily trtusting thegarments of Mrs. O'Neil ito a closet the ey of which he turned cautiously, he admitted the visitor. It was Clarence Arteveldt, looking a trifle pile, and more anxious than was ostial for him, "Where are you bound to -night, Bath,?" lie cltivrivd, after some rambling 1 ng c of leer= satron, "Seems to me you are getting food of society. I haven't seen much of you, but have heard Forclham speak of you being at old Durand's suite often of late," Neil Bathurst made no reply. He was making a mental note, How should Fordliam be so well aware of his visite to the Durauds ? They had never met there; indeed Neil was not aware that Fordham was on visiting terms with the family. "•I must look into this," .thought the de- tective. "I never see you any snore," coni.plain- ocl Arteveldt, "you are always on the wing, it seems," "Why no," laughed Neil, "It's true I have only seen you once since your en- gagement, and then hardly long enough to offer congratulations. Are you as happy as you hoped to be, now that you have won this paragon? And have you come to ask me to be introduced? because if you have I'll make a paint of placing tat your disposal." sal. one evening leas u d at 3' 1 "It's too late naw," said Arteveldt, flushing slightly, while a look of annoy- ante flitted across his face. "Lenore is a queer girl ; she has taken the whim not to be introduced to any of my friends until after the .wedding; so youwill have to wait," "Well, I will try and wait in patience," replied Neil, at the same time thinking Miss Lenore Armyn was, to say the least, an, eccentric young lady, "You will, of course, come to our wed- ding," pursued Arteveldt. "We will be married within the next three weeks," "So soon ?" "Well, it's none too soon for mo. But it can't be any sooner. I have taken a house in a swell locality; and it is being fitted up in fine style. Lenore has grand notions for a country girl, and I am. humoring her to the top of her bent. There won't be a finer furnished house in the city. You must go with me to see it some clay, Bath." All right. And your mother: how does the idea of this now daughter-in-law suit her?" " It didn't suit her at all at first, and she vowed she would not receive Lenore as a daughter; but, of course, she name to terms, as I knew she would. The old lady wanted me to marry Aura Durand, and I don't know but that the girl ex- pected it ; but good Lord ! I never intend- ed to marry her. " And yet the world, your world, called you her lover," said Bathurst. "Weil—yes," laughing nervously, "so they did, but a man Gant marry all his sweethearts. And Aura can find enough lovers." "But is it true that she really cared for you?" "Perhaps—a man can't tell nowa- days. She is a flirt, that I know," then suddenly, "I say, Bath, are you getting spooney in that quarter?" " Not particularly." " I wish you were just a little. Aura's a nice girl." " Oh, very." " 1Z7s11," rising hastily, "I must move on—just dropped hi to look at you. I escort niy mother and Lenore to the opera to -night. Lenore won't go ont at all with me, except when chaperoned by the old lady." "Discreed bride that." "I should say so. You will come to my wedding, Bath? Married in church, you know, reception at oto: 'own house Lenore won't travel. You will get the cards in a few clays. You won't fail to come ?" Of course' shall come, old man. I am getting quite curious about your ec- centric beauty." " Ancl—I say, Bath—would you mind —just for a friend, you know—would you mind finding out what Aura thinks about my marriage. You can easily manage that." Bathurst looked almost angry, but after a moment's silence replied, " That's rather a delicate matter ; but if it comes my way I will try and draw Miss Durand out." In a short time Arteveldt tool: his leave, and Neil Bathurst sat alone think- ing. " I begin to think that I grow too ob- servant,' he mused ; "I am constantly seeing an underdrift in the manners and conversation of people about me. What can have inspired Arteveldt to ask mo to sound Miss Durand. Well, he has piqued my curiosity. I will sound her. But it is doubtful if I communicate to hint the result of my investigations. What sort of a country girl can this be, this be- trothed of his, who will only go out es- corted by his mother, who can relinquish the glories of a bridal tour, who must have a mansion of magnificence, and who declines to meet the friends of her bridegroom elect; she is carrying things with a high hand now, how will it be when she becomes Mrs. Arteveldt?" How it would be he little guessed. That's queer about Fordham," ho muttered, as he lowered his gas before setting out for the Durands. "I must look after him a little." Two hours later, as he sat near Miss Durancl,."in the rich man's stately draw- ing -room, Neil Bathurst turned toward her suddenly, saying : "Have you seen the young lady who is soon to be Mrs. Arteveldt, Miss Dur- and?" The heiress lifted her eyes to his with perfect composure. "I have not had the pleasure. Have you seen her, Mr. Bathurst ?" "No. I have been equally unfortun- ate. I suppose, then, we shall have the pleasure of taking our first look at her together?" ' Indeed ! How?" " At the wedding." " To be sure," with a soft little laugh, "I should be bridesmaid; Mr. Arteveldt and myself were very good friends. I think him one of the pleasantest young mon I know." " I'll tell him that," was Neil's mental comment. "Good heavens ! if this girl dict love him, what an actress she must be." Then he said: "Arteveldt ran in upon me just before I came here. He tells me that he is fitting up a house in elegant style; they do not intend to travel." " Indeed ! how very odd." Then, after a pause, "where is this house of theirs ?" , I did not learn." As• he made this reply ho turned his face toward Miss .rinuin, and saw that the eyes of that young lady were bent upon Aura Durand in keen scrutiny. CHAPTER, XV.—TWO WOMEN PLEAD. ...Living had been a now experiment to Lenore Armyn since that afternoon'in the house of Gentleman Jeff. Clarence Arteveldt had been better thin his word; he bad talon upon hiineelf the responsi- bility of explaining this delicate matter to Kate Seaton and had forescl Jess to aid. him in so doing. Date wasonlboo glad to aecept any explanation, and when they told her that they had not visited e gambler, bet were in pursuit of a fortune teller, who. 000u - pied rooms on an upper floor; and that Jess and Miss Van Buren were lust ahead of the party, she was satisfied, "Don't mention it, ,pray," Clarence had said to her in private, "the fact is that Mrs, Warren and. her friend quite in- sisted upon going-, although I felt that it was not quite the thing; I don't think Miss Armyn ever suspected there was a gambling house in such close proximity." Kate had never heard of the forbetne teller, but she readily agreed not to men. tion what he termed "the escapade," And so the secret was safe.. 'When, on that memorable afternoon, Lenore Armyn had said, "I will marry you !" her traitor lover had started for - were' with an exclamation of rapture. But she waved him back. "Wait !" she had said ; "reserve your caresses until I am your wife; it is a part of the penance I impose upon you , in punishment for3oft work fthisdav,, And since then she had hot so much as allowed hila to take her hand. The days now were pretty nivah the same to Lenore Arniyn; her friends mar- velled at the change in her, but all felt the influence of her cold, proud reserve, and no one questioned her. Once, indeed, Kate had said : "I de- clare, Lenore, I don't want to be engaged if I must become so stately and cold; but you are a moat unusual bride elect." "I shall be a most 'unusual bride,"' replied Lenore, and Jess, who had been a listener, said to her friend, Miss Van Buren, that evening : "Depend upon it, we have not heard the last of this affair; 1 wish we had never meddled." To which her comrade had retorted in true woman. fashion "I told you it was risky. It was your fault." The mother of Clarence Arteveldt had indeed opposed this engagement between her son and a girl unknown to society, whose friends were "of no social standing whatever] Only a bookkeeper's family." There had been a warm scene at the Ar- teveldt mansion, ending in the clogged.announcement from the young luau, that he "would leave the house that day, or any day she chose to name, and she might disinherit him, or do as she would. But he would marry Lenore Armyn if Satan himself apposed." Without applying the latter rather un- complimentary clause to herself, Mrs,. Arteveldt had declared her intention of going to see this "scheming girl," and of letting her know that she would not be countenanced by the mother of the man she had entrapped. This happened two days after the strange betrothal. Early in the ,afternoon of that same day Lenore Armyn received the follow- ing note from her lover : DEAREST LENORE: My mother is deeply enraged, and declares that she will visit yon and persuade yon to give me up. Do not be disturbed by what she se s. I am independent of her fortune, and she will soon c•-ine to terms. I shall pe'[r�mit nothing to come ,l between us now. ours, CLARENCE.. P.S.—She will probably be there soon after the receipt of this. C. Having read this note, Lenore went down to the kitchen, where Mrs. Ruth- ven was assisting in the preparations for the usual sit o'clock dinner, and walking straight to the range, she thrust the note in among the giowing, coals, saying as she did so : "I expect a call from my future mother-in-law ; if she should come before I have completed my toilet, please ask her to wait." Mrs. Arteveldt was as good as her word. In the course of the afternoon a stately carriage drew up before the door, and a haughty looking, magnificently at- tired woman descended therefrom, and rang the bell vigorously. "1 wish to see Miss Lenore Armyn," said this personage, with an annihilating stare at Little 3Ire. Ruthven, who herself answerecl the ring. "Walk in, madame," said that over, powered little lady; "I will call Miss Armyn." Mrs. Arteveldt cast a glance of disdain about the pretty parlor, as she entered it, and then seated herself with an air of in- finite nfinite condescension. In a moment Mrs. Rutbven re -appeared in the parlor. "Miss Armyn will be down presently," she said, and disappeared forthwith. "Presently!" Could Mrs. Arteveldt believe her ears? Was "that girl" actu- ally about to keep her waiting' For full ten minutes she sat nursing her wrath, and then the door opened and Lenore came quietly in. " You wished to see me, madame?" she said coolly. • " YOU WISH TO SEE 31E, MADAM." Mrs. Arteveldt stared in surprise, This unknown country girl stood before her with the utmost self-possession. She was positively beautiful, and bore herself like an equal. '' Are you Miss. Lenore Armyn ?" asked she, Lenore bowed. "I am Mrs. Arteveldt," announced the visitor, looking to see a sudden change in the demeanor of the girl. "Yes," said Lenore, with that•provok ing rising inflection often used by stir wishing women. "I am Clarence Artevelclt's mother," eontinued Mrs. Arteveldt, thinking the girl could not have undcrstai d herr. ' ` So I supposed," seating Herself with much composure. "Ihave called to talk ,: uvith you ago ut t my son." " You aro very good." Mrs. Arteveldt was losing her temper. " Miss Armyn, I came to tell you that I could never c:artsent to any son's alar- ringer)withyou !" sho exelaiiited, Na?"".Nwith perfeet indiiierence. "'vVhat! You ie) not care?" ' Not in the least, madaiue!": "Y'ou--yon will marry him in opposi- tion to my wishes?" " Aesuredly," You will come between him and Iiia mother?' You, who have Jcnown trills for• a few weeks only ? l( I will marry him," You have no thought of me 9" " No, I think only of him," I don't believe you ; your love is but pretense," "I pretend nothing." " What ! you pretend to love him?" " Girl ! what do you mean ?" " That I am no hypocrite." " Then you dere say that you clo not love my son?" "I dare." "Ali ! I shall tell him this." " As you please." "Do you think he will marry you when be knows that you da not love him?" ' • Ask him, Mrs. Arteveldt." 'Mrs. Arteveldt arose engraged. "Girl, take Dare. You think that because he is all I have I will submit to this imposition! I never will. You have schemed to en- trap my son and his fortune ; mine shall not be added to it. I will never give you my countenance, and without it s oaiety will receive you ill Youhae broken up a happy home. I will never forgive my son or tolerate you." Lenore arose and faced her, speaking . "Macrame, give or withhold your countenance, it is all one to me. I would riot give up Clarence Arteveldt if you implored me upon, your bended knees. I will marry him if in so doing I lose every friend I have or hoped to have on earth. You say I do not love him" ; her voice became more intense, and her oyes flamed. "Love is weak compared suithwhat I feel for your son. I care nothing for your wealth, nothing. for leis. The clay will come when you will know that." And they faced each other in silence. "I will prevent this marriage," said the mother, turning to go. "I have no more to say to you, but I will prevent this shameful marriage. It shall never be.,1 " You can not do that. The bond be- tween us is too strong. Nothing but death can divide us." With. these words ringing in her ears, Mrs. Arteveldt swept from. the room and from the house. There came a time when, clothed with a new meaning, they haunted her, waking and sleeping. [TO BE CONTINUED.] A JAIL DINNER. A Prlsoned Burglar helps His Chula to a .uuait on the Quiet. "You wouldn't think of going to the ,county jail for -comfort, would you?" On the last visiting day at the jail a very hungry -looking fellow presented himself at the cage. He wanted to see William Jones, locked up for burglary. "William Jones!" yelled the attend- ant in the corridor, and a well-fed husky fellow came forward, his face alight with pleased anticipation. "Hello, Jim," he cried, poking the tip of his little finger through the grating. "Idello, Bill," was the warm response, as the visitor touched the end of the member presented. "Sorry they pinched you." "Sorry myself, but I'll get out of it." "Sure?" "Sure. Don't my uncle hustlethe votes in that precinct?' "Can't you git bail?" "Yes, but I don't want none. All I want is to wait. I won't never be brought to trial. I ain't worrying none. Good feed, nothing to do—that's more than some people hoe." It's more than I have," said Jim, dolefully. 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