The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-10-29
ERIGA'S SACRIFICE,
A QUESTION OF
Forgiveness or Dishonor.
CHAPTER VIII.
CHAPTER VIII
IN HONOR AND DGSHONOR, NOT COUNT
ING TIE COST.


ING TIE COST.
1t was not till the afternoon that a
messenger brought few lines from
Philip to Erica ST. John, and as she
read them her heart seemed to stand
still.
The cor0ner's inquest was held this
morning Philip wrote, land on the ev-
idence given, verdict of wilful murder
was returned against stephen Martin,
the man who was last seen with Walter,
and with whom he was last seen at the
Crown Hotel; he was seen with him al
so on the raCe-COurse. | have no time,
Erica, to Write more now; | must 90 to
London at once; there is SO much TO he
done. When | return il will be from
Wilton-ie-Thorpe, where all the st.
Johns are buried. cannot be home for
four or five days, if then. | will write
to you again, Write to me at Morley,s
Hotel I'll after tomorrow, then at VIII
ton-le-Thorpe,"
The letter dropped from her hands,
and she stood for a moment without
movement, her fingers clasped together
tightly, the brows contracted She
could scarcely gather herself together
to think; it hal all come so suddenly
upon her-that awful haunting fear
that had oyershadowed even the horror
of the wrong done, and the grief for
Philips bitter loss.
She stroYe clearly to think what
ground she had for the suspicion she
could not cast off; there was absolutely
none but the fact that Arnold Murray
had been at the Crown, had been on the
course, and had been, in London, one
Of Walters companions. She did not
know that lie had assumed another
name. 1t was not unlikely; she won
dered now she had never asked him
And yet, and vet she munmurcd
again and again with white lips. "Oh,
why does tins anguish of fear take hold
OF me? Why does not Philip say moref
If could only know somethingl And
this suspense is agony. Arnold is pas
sionate and hot-tempered, and SO was
Walter. They might have quarreled,
and--what am SAYING She pressed
her hands together, and began pacing
restessly mp and down. "Why do
connect them so in my thoughts And
if il were that, what should | doy No,
no, cannot think of that now
She lived through the rest OF that
day. Janet coming in, besought her TO
take something TO eat or drink She
feared her mistress would be i'll and was
really anxious for her But Erica put
away the tea and wine and food the
housekeeper brought and said she could
not eat, and Janet went away sorroW-
fully, and shook her head as she re-
turned to her own regions,
mistress hasn't been herself for a
long time, She said to herself
Night came on at last and Erica
breathed sigh of relief when she
heard the distant sound Of closing doors.
The servants apartments were all on
the other side Of the house. The win.
dows looked out on the village below,
while the south gate faced the sea.
Would Arnold Gomez tiff what She
dared not put into words were true, he
would not come. surely
She stops suddenly aud leans forward.
scarcely breathing IN her intense list
tening.
Surely there was a sound MS Of a step
creeping stealthily over the grass. II
was q gusty night, the wind was high
and moaned through the trees in the
garden and swept the fallen leaves be-
tore II, driving them against the win