The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1877-12-15

"Miss Westbrook, can you divine why
am here?''
"Yes.n
Oh, you can? You are frank. After
all, why should you not be? We can
spare each other the recital of lone
preface of dull retrospection. After a
long and painful search | have found
you-no matter how"
81 know how" she calmly inter.
posed.
Ali" he exclaimed, "perhaps you
would not mind enfightening me-
his tones were sneering. Her perfect
equanimity put him about.
Not at all. You got the informa-
ton from my BROTHER
Even so, And-your brother? Has
he informed you also that he is lust as
completely in my power as was an
other person of our acquaintance more
than year since? Did he tell YOU that
there is that in this bundle of papers
which would give him penal seryitude
II l chose to put the law in operation?
Did he
No, Mr.. Blanchard, he did not. -
A tear had stolen down her cheek at
the mention of HarOld's name; but now
that she confronted the West Indian her
eyes blazed defiance upon him. "He
did not. Remove your mask. [ can
read the rascal underneath it. So,
then, my hand bestowed on you is to be
the price of your silence concerning my
brothers crime, if crime it be. But
you have shown your claws too soon,
Esir; see that they are not clipped"
And who is to clip them?''
"l!' exclaimed voice that came
from behind the chair near which
Blanchard stood, while ut the same
time his arms were seized in q grip of
iron and wrenched violently back. Il
Harold White! Fan, take possession
of those papers,
$50 you think to trap me, do you?"
growled Blanchard, actually foaming
with rage; g but YOU are mistaken =
Not bit of it, observed obliging
Mr.. Beauchamp, at that moment enter
ing by the door on the landing. Coolly
turning the key and placing it in his
pocket, the manager of the Easthamp-
ton Iheater continued: "Now look
here, Mr.. Blanchard. / have stage
managed too many little things of this
kind not to know what's required to
strengthen the situation. | have two
OF my fellows handy on the stairs. NV
property-man is on the other side of
those folding doors. My friend here
and myself reckon for something, to
say nothing of Mrs. Harold White"
Mrs. Harold Winter pasped
Blanchard
Yes, Mr.. Blanchard, D." releasing him
and approaching her, my wife. She
always believed in my perfect innocence
of the charge you helped to fasten on
me, and when poor, miserable Gus con-
fessed the part which he had played in
the conspiracy we got married.
"Confessed-conspiracyr' sneeringly
exclaimed Blanchard; "where are your
proofs?"
"Herer' replied Harold, pointing to
the papers; land here they remain I'M
TIL
Until what?"
Until the father of my dear wife
has perused them line by line, and the
magistrates of Singlebridge have made
my innocence as public as year since
they proclaimed my guilt"
Then L may 60" said Blanchard,
after a pause; and, taking for granted
the consent of his temporary custodians,
he stepped toward the door, which was
under the janitorship of Mr.. Beau
champ. That gentleman gracefully
waved him back.
'YOu may 90 on one condition, sir
pardon me-and it is this: That you
leave for Jamaica by a certain steamer
which leaves this port tomorrow. |
have tonight bespoken your berth.
Pardon me-if you decline, take the
consequences, one of which will be the
temporary occupation by yourself of a
neat and commodious apartment within
the precincts of Easthampton Jail"
''Open the door" Not another word
did he utter, but, taking his hat and
looking straight before him, he left the
hotel and proceeded-not unattended
in the direction of the Jamaica boat.
1t was a pleasant hour or so which
Mr.. and Mrs. Harold White and their
friend Beauchamp spent together that
night. 1t was a more than pleasant
meeting that took place few days
after in Singlebridge. Silas West
brooks happiness was unspeakable.
There was streak of sorrow in it,
though, when he thought of his absent
son, and prayed that the lad had turned
over a new leaf at the other end of the
world. Society,"