Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-04-20

asleep in their rooms in another part of
the house. had told Patty not to sit
up; yet when it grew midnight the soil
tude of the great house weighed on me a
little, and I felt 10th to 60 to my
chamber. Finally l wrapped myself in
my dressing-gown and lay down on
couch before the hearth, knowing that
the great wood fire would keep the
room warm till morning. had lain
there but a moment, l think, when
heard voice in the room say, Look
under the hearth of the parlor.' It was
so distinct a voice that the room seemed
to echo with it. I don't know why |
did as I did do; I should thought l |
would have been afraid; but sprang |
up, caught light from the table, crossed
the hall and opened the door of the par
lor.
'sPoor little Queenie! You had over
exerted yourself, and your brain had
grown excited and unsettled"
but, Guy, I knelt down III that dark
room by the hearth and passed my hand
over the smooth tiles. Almost instantly
I found that one was loose. 1t was small
and pried itup with a hairpin. Here
beneath lay small, yellow. folded pa
per. stared at it a moment, then took
it out, and seeing, as expected, that it
was covered with writing, only stopped
to look once more around the silent black
parlor, then hurried back to nv sitting
room.
Oh, Guy, it was no coincidence, my
finding paper in that place! The pa
per is Of the utmost Importance. You
may see that for yourself Here it u.s."
and rising, Queenie took it from one of
the corner cabinets secured to the wall,
and placed it in Guys hand. A bit of
coarse, yellow parchment, the cbirography
quaint, the ink faded; but 1t was the
written confession of one Gilbert st. Ed
gar that the estate Of Deadwood had been
wrongfully obtained, and that he had
wrongfully defrauded the rightful owner
of inheritance; and he furthermore be-
sought and Instructed the finders of the
paper, which he declared hidden under
the hearth of the tile parlor fer safe pres
ervation few days before his death, to
restore the ill-gotten estate of Deadwocd
to its rightful inheritors. Guy Blon1el's
scholarly face grew grave and trife
paler as he read. Anticipating what it
BODIED for him, he made strong effort
for self preservation
"Queenie, dear Quecnie, you surely
don't mean that you are going to give up
Deadwood and all our hopes for this old
scrap of paper2"
"Deadwood is not mine, Guv."
ooh, Queenie, don't plunge yourself in
to after-poverty and separate us for this
unsubstan1ial ideal"
II will not, if it is unsubstantial, Guy.
hope it may prove so. Let us both
hope so and be happy, at least until we
find out" said the girl, making an effort
to stave off her own Encouragement. She
was full OF pity, too, for the pain of the
young heart all hers in its freshness and
strength. Yet nothing overcame the
power of that honest blood which had
come with the strong blue eyes. She
held firm day after day, only replying to
Guys pleadings:
"Deadwood must be mine, Guy. If it
is not mine, do not want it. It would
never be home else.
At last Mr.. Quill, who had been SEM
for came.
Queenie withheld the story of her
dream, as Guy called it, but inquired, as
quietly as possible, as to the existence of
Gilbert ST. Edgar.
"Oh, yes, my dear; your great-great-
uncle. I never saw him, of course, but
ay father remem bers him"
II have q reason for wanting 10 see his
penmanship, Mr.. Quill" said Qucenie.
"Do you think there is any in existence2'
"Oh, yes; know there is. My uncle,
who was friend of his, left quantity
of old papers and letters, among which
are written bills Of this same Gilbert St.
Edgar. I'll look when 20 home, and
send you specimen of the cid mans
chirography. Very interesting, these old
relics, Miss St. Edgar"
And Mr.. Quill partook of a delicious
tea and rode back to town, never dream.
ing of the strained and anxious young
hearts he had left behind him.
Two days later, inclosed in facetious
note inquiring when the wedding was t.
he, arrived from Mr.. Quill bit of vel
low paper signed by Gilbert ST. Edgar.
With the color ebbing from cheek anc
lips, Queenie and Guy compared it t.
the parchment taken from the hearth o.
the tile parlor; for it was Identical, anc
the same penmanship. There could b.
no doubt.
"And now, Queenie2"
"Now all hope is at an end; at leas
} for long years, Guy. But We may &c
, rich by -and-by, and then"
; Tried beyond endurance he flung tn
slender hand from his own. The mex
moment he turned with a bitter cry o
remorse, and snatched the girl from tn
floor. She had tainted.
He never gave way after that. N
more anger or reproaches. He realized
that Queenie, too, suffered, and tried t
comfort and sustain her.
The sad days went by. Queenie hi
the dainty wedding garments even fror
l her own eyes.
!, At length one evening" 1.-The last even
9 ing--a carriage whirled up the drive
The occupant, drenched with rain, spran,
? into tue house and the room.
c Excuse my wet coat--rain right i
my face all the way. Oh, hang prelim
. inaries! Here are you young folks max
ing yourselves miserable; both look as
y you'd had fit of sickness; and. land,
r why, by George, Miss St. Edgar, oil
}, Gilbert st. Edgar was ss mad as Marc
U hare, and finally killed himself in tbs
l tile parlor!' shouted Mr.. Quill. Il
l. didn't tell you before---so1t of hate
y to dash brave young thing lik
It you; but they said the house wa
haunted, and room where suicit1
has been committed is an ugl
Reighbor to iady's boudoir! But bic.
e my soul! this old parchment amt wort
g shucks-not worth shucks, my dear Mis-
IS ST Edgar He never defraudad anuhod