The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-05-14
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idea Ambition was strong within him,
but life was before him, the reward great.
q" But Miss Kedar pn he murmured.
"You love that girl" said the old man,
with sneer. "Oh fate fate ~
eyes, Uncle Paul, do love her." said
George, boldly. add her hand to your
offer, and ] will give myself up to do your
will"
A great struggle seemed raging within
the old mans breast, and he paced the
floor rapidly.
Young man, you are honOrablel' he
said, with piercing glance at his nephew;
"promise me, your honor, that you will not
seek to marry Virginia Kedar until you
find those papers and restore them to me
if am alive, or if not, burn them unread" +"
g promise, answered the young man,
solemnly.
" Listen, then" his uncle said, with an
air of relief; "the robber was woman.
All your legal skill and sharpness will be
needed to trace her. but the perfume of that
glove is the strongest clue. will give you
written description to aid you, and you
must start at once.'
When George Roberts left Locksley, it
was as his uncle's acknowledged heir, and
what was OF infinitely more moment TO
him, the accepted lover Virginia Kedar.
With the little gray glove treasured care
fully he proceed to London, secured an ac-
complished detective and pursued his
search. His mother was to remain at the
Grange
First, they endeavored, to find a name
for the singular SCENT but no perfumer in
London or Paris could explain it, Both
cities were searched, and every possible or
impossible clue taken up, as the days
heightened INTO weeks, and weeks into
months.
When summer emptied the cities they
sought the watering places-Bsden-B Baden,
Hamburg and so on, but all in vain.
One evening as George sat in his bed
room, in one Of the strange little German
towns, pondering over letter from his
mother, which described his uncle's failing
health and growing irritability, and almost
cursing his own folly in thus giving up
everything to crafty an old mans insane
whim, he was aroused from his Respondent
gloom by the entrance of fresh little
maiden with her clean linen. AS she sort
ed out her snowy burden on the bed a
subtle, strange odor saluted his senses.
Good heavens the perfume the glove! /!
Striving to conceal the excitement he ap-
preached the girl as if to examine her
work, and perceived small parcel lying
to one side, from which the odor came.
lie could not speak German; how obtain
any clue from it? With sudden move
ment he managed to overturn table cov-
cred with books and papers, and while the
girl, with great good nature, assisted in
replacing them, he had dexterously rolled
the parcel under the draperies of the bed.
She went away without missing it and
George instantly summoned his ally to con-
suit over this unlooked-for good fortune.
| When she came back in "A few hours in
search Of it, the detective soon ascertainsd
that the laces belonged to a sick lady,
named Madame Bcrnastine.
The clue was rapidly followed up. Pratt
formed the acquaintance with the inyalid's
maid, who was English, it seemed found
from her sufficient proof of her mistress
identity with the woman they sought, and
in few weeks time, during which Mad
anne Bernastine failed rapidly, gained ac-
cess to her private desk, and secured the
package of letters, still tied with the blue
ribbon. Next day the maid found herself
heiress TO all her mistress effects, for the
adventures lay dead, and there was no one
to claim her goods
George flew back to Locksley Grange TO
to lind his uncle dying. The old man,
reused from his apathy when he saw the
letters, bade his nephew burn them before
his eyes, and with his last remaining
strength drew sealed paper from under
his pillow, placed it in his nepbew's hand,
and fell asleep never to awaken.
George opened the paper. ''That wo-
man was my wife--an artiul fend. Vir-
ginia Kedar Hallowes is my lawful daugh-
ter. | hated her mother and hate her. {"
Accompanying this was marriage and
birth certificate. That was ALL
All in One Word.