The Morning herald., 1878-06-08
tuck, precisely--iust my luck !n..-

iuck precisely-just my iuck!"- n
When he had got so far, Peter skewerby
leaned his head back, and looked benevo-
lently upon small framed print of the
prodigalson feeding swine, hanging upon
the opposite wall. That is, he imagined
anything; but in fact, he only aimed his
eyes at il, and it formed centre around
which their glances played. For some
time he sat thus how long he never could
form very definite idea--when suddenly
his wife stood beside him. with an, indig-
nant frown upon her countenance., He
hadn't seen her enter, nor heard her ap-
proaching footsteps; yet there she stood,
there was no mistake about that, and evi.
IDENTIFY il . greater passion than ever.
lssWell, my dearl i. exclaimed Peter, in
quiringly, after recovering Little from the
shock her sudden appearance had d7given
him. w. n @ss. ss,s a. s3AEsFS
Where.ar they?" she briefly uttered,
II low but ominous a voice, looking
directly intothe eye of Her astonishsd hus.
band.
ssWhati-w did You say rn
'.Where are they Must 1 repeat it~
.sWhere are whata' he inquired, be.
whereby, his eyes opening wide with
surprise. X
'You well know what ! meanp said the
wife her eyes flashing with anger. ~ "a b
'sNo-no! protest DON'T Now, my,
dear Polly" W. -" 'a' ~. fe& ~
"Stopl Don't never address me in that
manner again till you tell me what you
have done with my children Where are
they, ! ask you again ?" fE56gAHE
"The children :" cried Peter, springing
from his seat, totally forgetting that he
had ever entertained other than the most
fatherly feelings toward them; 'the
childrenl what of them? You don't mean
to say that anything has happened to the
childrenl" @" @4 ~ M
'But I do, Mr.. skewerby ! They're
gone-disappearedl, l., Tell me where they
are; you know - don't deny it you
know!" .....s-s, %
81 don't" o. -.., ..F,- " 10
"You do. You have always hated them
since they were born, and have waited for
a chance to destroy them. And now you
have done it-you have taken advantage
of my absence from the nursery to make :
way with them" ..,- 81
"Good Heaven! Polly Skewerby, do you
charge me, your faithful Peter, with such ,
deed? Am a man of~blood that II
should be thought guilty Of numbering my
own offspring ?"C A. ACD =
eyes you are q bloodlrrtthirsty wretch,
Peter skewerby, and you have slaughtered
the innocent beings that 1 so loved! See,
their blood crimsons your hands-it stains
your hands; the evidence of your guilt can
never, never be washed away" - e4
"It's only the stain of port wine," re-
piled Peter, holding his trembling hands
up before his face; "it isn't blood, Polly
dear, it's only port wine, upon my life and
honor!" ~, ...--5
'Liar!" shrieked the wife, her eyes
glaring like GOALS of fire, 'you cannot
deceive met is the blood of my children,
and I will be avenged upon you for their
murderw - |
Peter sank down upon his seat and
sobbed aloud He thought his heart would
break beneath the great weight of misery
and woe that had so suddenly borne him
down. He buried his face in his hands to
shut out the fearful sight of his maddened
wife, and the fast-pouring tears fell like
rain upon the floor.
At this moment the door opened, and
the voice of the servant girl smote upon
his ear. |
"rve found where be has buried them,
ma'am ~ she said; they're under heap
of rubbish in the back end of the garden!"
"Ah," uttered Mrs. Skewerby, 'you
hear, do you not, monster; all is dis
covered |" |
"What" cried Peter, springing up,
driven almost to desperation by what he
had heard, "have you conspired for my
ruin ?-do you still persist in charging me
with such foul crimeT
'Their throats are cutl" continued the
girl in tone of horror; .their limbs are
hacked of, and he has stabbed them both
to the heart !"
Mrs. skewerby shrieked aloud, and
glared upon her husband like an enraged