The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1876-04-27
III. NEWS Al LAST.

Alis-NkAs Al LA5As
Late in the evening of the day in which
things were running SO hard against Mr..
Delamarre q stranger rang the bell at
GrosvenoF Place, and requested to see
Miss Bighorne. The tall footman, who
regarded his young lady with a sort OF
fraternal sympathy, ventured upon a del
icats remonstrance with the person
who proposed an interview at so unrea-
sonable an hour.
BE good enough" said the stranger,
with dignity, Ito state that the Rev.
Charles Wood, curate of Burslem, has
called with some news of Mr.. Henry Big
horne"
In few moments Emily was with him
face to face in the library The good
clergyman was a bachelor, but the thin
ming hair and lines about the fine eyes
and square deep forehead showed that
he was forty at least His face was not a
handsome one, though striking for its
intelligent "hnesse' and the play of gen
/ tie benevolencc which touched and sof-
tened every feature There was a slight
confusion in his manner when James,
the iootman, opened the door and she
came hastily toward him. lie glanced
at the fair anxious face, grown pale with
SORROW and anxiety, and felt abashed
with terror at the task he had to per-
form
You say you have news Of my broth
er, Siry' cried Emily.
Yes. he replied. "Will you be good
enough to shut the doorT he added.
turning TO the lingering iootman and
then proceeded: ALLOW me TO intro
duce myself, Miss Bighorne-the Reyer-
end Charles Wood. curate Of st Enoch's,
Burslem, in Staffordshire."
Have you seen my brother, Sir? Is
he well T.
My dear young lady, said the curate,
nervously, may ] ask you to sit down
ior-for ! have long story to tell. And
pray be calm, Miss Bighorne.'
Don't conceal any thing, | beg Of
you said Emily, taking the stranger s
hand, in her excitement, and looking
earnestly.in his face lie looked so man
ly, and withal SO gentle, that he seemed
like an old friend. You have bad news,
] am sure.
He looked in her face moment and
considered. Can she bear il? Then he
simply said:
Alas yes. The worst"
lovely girl in a storm of SORROW
and a strange citrate walking up and
down the room, silently dropping tears
about in an agony OF sympathy. He did
not know what had happened to him
but he felt for her as If she had been his
own. A long time he walked about, and
his lips moved in prayer By-and.by he
went and spoke to her.
Miss Bighorne, | watched by his side
through his illness-l closed his eyes
when all was over. lie has charged me
witt messages. Shall 20 away tonight
and come again in the morning.
You closed his eyes? You nursed
him 2 said Emily. How good Of you
Pray, pray, do not 90 away. / am better
now. Please tell me all tonight
Slowly and sadly he went through the
mournful details often interrupted by
her sorrow, though she struggled against
it bravely. She was ashamed to break
down so completely before n stranger
but his tact and kindness encouraged
her, and by the time he had concluded
she was comparatively calm.
As they parted, she took both bis
hands and looked straight into his hon
est eyes
"I-we-papa and mamma and I-owt
you a debt, Mr.. Wood, we can meyer
never repay. You have been Christian
and a Samaritan God will reward you
To morrow my parents will be here
You will Of course, come and stay with
us?'
There was a strange light in the Gu
rates eyes and a strange hutter in hi,
heart as he went out into the cherries,
loneliness Of London on that dark No
vember evening.
The morning after Emily Bighorne
interview with Mr.. Wood, disquietinl
rumors circulated among the higher off
cials of Downing Street A Secretary o
State was missing-a disaster considered
in that quarter TO be of the first magni
tude, though in outer society regarded
as more easily remediable than the sink
ing Of an irouclad. Mr.. Delamarre'
word of honor-hitherto unimpeached a
Tattersa!ls, on the turf, in the ring, ol
even in the House Of Commons, wher,
Ministerial exigencies sometimes ruI
things very close-had at length beer
broken to a policeman With the aid o.
, the ingenious Laycock, the two detec
tives had been stretched on their back
in the library-no doubt narcotized alte
, preliminary potations-and Mr.. Della
MARIE and his servant had disappeared
! Ii was six or seven hours after the
had left Mayfair before the escape wa
, discovered, and they were 10y that time
, long way from London. The evening
papers alluded 70 mysterious rumOri
, about u gentleman Of distinction, an,
. the next mornings press came out will
: the whole story. The sofa in Mrs Bell
{ houses parlor had been sold, and il
, overhauling it tie letter addressed t,
! Mr. Delamerre was found between tn
/ cushion and the back
P The excitement was naturally intense
e 1t Prew to white heat on the succeeding
= day, when Henry Bighorne's decease wa
= announced, and the newspapers publish
S ed the few words of his dying declara
n tion, which acquitted Mr.. Delamarre an
e himself OF any direct responsibility fo
[ Mrs uurlingham's death. Then ther
e was reaction in Mr.. Delamarres fayoi
n IL was keen sense Of honor which ha
v taken him away He could come bacI
!, to society az oil events, IL not 10 the Nil
|, istry.
e The romance vas 80 piguant, Til
G higher classes discussed it. The lowe
|. orders crowded TO Dover Street Gro
/. venor Place, and St Martins Lane-th
three scenes Of the tFagedy-and b.
sicged the bars Of all the public-houss
d in those neighbOrhoods Whether Oh
D. excitement be war, or a funeral, or
a murder, or wedding, or a comedy, OF
n cantata. there is one person who may ;
I serene amidst it all-because each aIik