Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1877-07-21
Meanwhile, Miss Eudora Fenley,

speeding homeward, like an arrow GU
tof bow, found herself checked at
street corner by the gentleman who CAV
guitar lessons and wore his hair curtin;
down on his neck.
"Well," said he, in a low, imperiou
voice, have you got it?''
81 have got no money"
A smothered execration burst from
between his lips.
"Hush," said Eudora, impatiently
ado hear me out. l said | had M
money; neither have l, but I've got bet
ter than that, Mrs. Darkedale's jewels. ,
She opened fold of her dress jus
wide enough for him to perceive, in tn,
depths of her pocket, the furnished rec
velvet case.
His face frightened.
Good" he said, briefly; ''you'rt
clever But don't go home Our little
plans are discovered; the police are on
the scent. I've got all the valuables,
such as they are-and, with your wind.
fall, we can go where we please
After this little insight into the private
life and conversation Of Mr.. Oswald Fen
ley and his accomplished sister, our
readers may readily conjecture that
Miss Eudora did not return the next
morning with Mrs. Darkedale's Jewell
case in her hand.
Meta waited until towards night, max
ing all due allowance for Eudora Fem
ley's fatigue after night of merry
making, and then, with thrObbing heart,
and strange, vague fears besetting her
brain, hurried to the private dress
making and millinery establishment.
But, to her dismay, the apartments
were vacated, and 8. To let - stared her
in the face, wafered on the panels of the
door.
ga bad lot, MISS" said the landlady,
Indignantly shaking her head; "and if
I'd any idea of what they was like I'd
a-let my rooms stand empty afore I'd
a-rented 'em to them. Why, miss, the
police was here yesterday, and it seems
they're well known confidence pair
and me out of a quarters rent into the
bargain!''
"But where have they gomez" gasped
Meta.
"That's what I'd like to know my
SELF" said the landlady; .and what the
police means TO find out, toO.''
Meta Gray went bone with her heart
feeling like lead within her.
For an instant she, too, felt almost in
clined to follow the example of Miss
Fenley and her guitar-playing brother,
and disappear mysteriously.
For now how could she ever face
Mrs. Darkedale after this?
And Meta cried herself to sleep, not
only that night, but every night for
week.
"I'm afraid it don't agree with you
to be left alone, miss" said old Hannah,
scanning her young mis-
tress's wan face and tear-swollen eyelids.
Z" But there's one cOmfort-Mrs. Darke-
dale will soon be home now"
"Yes," feebly assented Meta.
But she didn't appear to brighten up
very much at the immediate prospects
of this IS comfort
Mrs. Darkedale came at last.
Why, Meta" said she, whats the
matter? My poor child, You are as pale
as a ghost: and you've been crying,
too. Has any thing happened?"
Yes," said Meta, striving to brace
herself up for the confession which she
knew must be made. "You left your
keys!"
al know it," said Mrs. Darkedale,
quietly. 81 missed them before had
been gone an hour
"And-and l lent your jewels to Eu-
dora Fenley. She only wanted to Dor
row them for one night to 90 to ball.
know did wrong, but she coaxed
hem from me before knew what was
about. And she has disappeared; and
and, Mrs. Darkedale, the jewels are
gone! Can you ever, ever forgive me?