Weekly Trinity journal., 1878-06-22
NUMBER 25.


Miss Westbrook rose and acknowledged
his elaborate bow with silence that was
full of scornful eloquence. She then re-
sumed her seat.
"M Miss Westbroob, can you divine why
| am here 2"
"Yes."
90, you can You are frank. After
all, why should you not DO )? We can
spare each other the recital of long
preface of a dull retrospection. After
long and painful search have found
you-no matter how"
81 know how" she calmly interposed.
" All |" he exclaimed, perhaps you
would not mind enlightening me.n His
tones were sneerng. Her perfect equs-'
nimity put him about.
mot at all. You got the information
from my brother"
Even SO. And-your brother Has
no informed you also that no is just as
completely in my power as was another
person OF our acquaintance more than
year since. Did ho tell you that there
is that in this bundle of papers which
would give him penal servitude if l
close 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 tho East Indian
her eyes 5lazed 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. crimo, if crime it be. But
you have shown your claws too soon,
sir; see that they are not clipped"
And who is to clip them ?"
4" exclaimed voice that came
from behind tho chair, near which
Blanchard stood, while Mt the same umo
his arms were seized in grip of iron
and wrenohod violently back. "I-
Harold White Fan take possession
of those papers,
" So you think to trap me, do your"
growled Blanchard, actually foaming
with rage; but you are mistaken"
" Not bit Of it," observed Mr..
Beauchamp, at that moment entering
by tho door on tho landing. Coolly
turning tho key ard placing ii in his
nnagat ha Of hA
ton Theatre continued Now look
hero, Mr.. Blanchard. hayo 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 tho stairs. My
property mo,i is on tho other side OF
those folding doors. My friend hero
and myself reckon for something, to say
nothing of Mrs. Harold White"
Mrs. Harold White !" gaspoi
Blanchard.
4" Yes, Mr.. Blanchard" releasing him
aud approaching her, my wifo. She
always believed in my perfect innocence
of tho charge you helped TO lNsten on
me, and when poor miserable Gus
confessed the part which ho had played
in the conspiracy, VIC got married"
Confessed -conspiracyl' sneeringly
exclaimed Blanchard "where arc your
proofs ?"
" Here ~ replied Harold, pointing to
the papers; land here they remain
until "
Until what ?"
=" Until tho father Of my dear wire
has perused them line by line, and the
magistrates Of Singlebridgo have mods
my innocence as public as year since
they proclaimed my guilt"
"Thon l may go," said Blanchard
after n pause and, taking for granted
the consent Of his temporary custod inns.
he stepped towards tho door, which was
under the janitorshp Of Mr.. Beauehamp.
That gentleman gracefully waved him
back.
" You may 90 on ono condition, sir,
pardon me, and it Is this. That you
leave for Jamaica by certain steamer
which leaves this port tomorrow.
have tonight bespoken your berth.
Pardon me, if you decline, take the
consequences, ono Of which will bo the
temporary occupation by yourself of
neat and commodious apartment within
the precincts of Easthampton Jail"
"Opon the DOORS" Not another word
did ho utter, but taking his hat and
looking straight before him, he left tho
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 more than pleasant
meeting that took place few days after
in Singlebridgo. Slas WesLbrook's
happiness was unspeakablo. There was
streak Of sorrow in it, though, when
he thoughto Of his absent son, and prayed
that the lad had turned over new leaf
at the other end Of the world. d.-Lon-
don Society.
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