Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1883-08-02
HER LIES SECRET.


.-4 By JENNIE DAVIS BURTON,
Author Of "!S.rungely We'd" "Ths Thornhurst
Apstsry, = 'f17,e aaddcst Marriage Err
Hds," " cecirs Secret" "a Mer- 8
r''i-- ear - ciless Foe:" etc., etc. d" ~
,.s-.n CHARTER XIN-CoSrINuED-'
Thank you for the last saidLaunt,
graveiy. You are un lust if you judge
me by the light of my fathers fate
Even I can not hold him blameless,
though l have been taught to believe
- g beg Your pardon. 1t seems to me
done against the woman he pursued.
She did not share his. madness, but if
She had, think what her fate must have
bpen.r -. ~. tltirH 80.
A sudden angry sparkle flashed in
Launt' eyes.
''killuth must have left q strange I'M
preston on your mind,'' he said, You
speak of her as if she were an innocent
girl, not q sorceress. whose business it
was to ensnare and ruin men. Mrs. Oil
phant. / should think yOu would be the
lasrpersor to palliate her Heflenses in
that line. You are more of n Christian
than am if YOU can forgive her the
d. wrong she once did you, dead though
she be-" 80
She looked Mt him for an instant, with
deep. searching, yet inscrutable look.
tThen-tsDead!" she repeated. 1.-The
grave that covers her covers her sins
alSo.fi .' .'aI go ~
.''ft :. Not so. The effect of her work is
as lasting as if she lived. Her death
did not restore my fathers life; did not
restore Rodney France, nor that other
man whom he killed. Indirectly, but
surely. she murdered all three. She
desolated more than one home, more
than one heart. Mrs. Oliphant, it is
strange to me that yOW can find excuse
for her."
She was looking away from him now.
The hands. lying in her lap, were locked
tightly together.
her guilty of all those crimes. You
can not forgive her. and YOU do not be-
Eeve in visiting the sins of the parents
upon the children. How would it be,
wonder, if you had to sit in Judgment
upon her child? Would you hold her
or him-stainless?
"Ah, now you touch home" cried
Launt. half-reproachfuIlv. Il see l
must forgive you for having doubts of
me. Mrs, Oliphant. You have laid a
trap and caught me in it,
could not think kindly of any one
.ssvho has that woman's blood in his
veins. [ hate her, and [ should hate
her child. l would not be Harrington
if did not. We are both good haters
and good lovers as N.Y. gra ndmopher
.~H.t7h- + GA, sand Nope TO cenvSfnhce
you yet that am true Harrington in
the latter respect. at least. And speak,
ing of lovers he broke off with a
'ss1nife, 81 Mere IS toitr htisband waiting
TOR You, out intle. rain, more devoted
than any Young gallant in the land
She did not reflect his smile. She
had caught a glimpse of her husband j
face. and, descending from the carriage,
hurried to meet him.
What is it., Power,r she asked,
anNiously. .r e.. p.zs.. ..~s
-. "A letter for YOU. dear. / must have
overlooked itin the mail Alicia brought
it to nue. half an hour ago, given to her
by nlistake.n,'.,
a.. Alicia was at the window looking out
upon them. She tioated into the hall
to intercept their entrance.
did he give it to you. Rose? I'm
so sorry didn't discover the mistake
before You. went away. l thought it
wfs Il dun from my dresSmaker. and
didn't luek at itttill after luncheon, for
fear of spelling my appetite. Amt you
coming in? L hope it isn't anything
Important
.N's.i will be better able to inform you
after | read The letter. said Mrs
Oliphant, in Il constrained tone.
'''Better' able, perhaps. but / doubt if
more willing said Miss Power to her
self. Sending not pleasant glance
into his study. L do wonder, now. if
she has the hartiihood to read it there?'
she certainly had, under her hrs-
dand's eyes The coarse yellow en-
velope. with the address written in a
scrawling, unaccuStomed hand. was
pestmarked New York; the Enclosure,
on n half-sheet of foolscap, read;
dere mrs olxfant: il so be pc rs ISL these few
stod aoowt the mummy in the bank and al Kin kin
sware to the child if you wants uieso TO do for
eneysr never forgot her nor her mother
man whats dead ana left me very bad off and
if you think it werth while TO pay me some
mortii kin be as secret as the grave or kin
- AT $3.50 "a. = viola hickett."
An address followed the name.
Mrs Oliphant lifted her eyes with a
haggarI.l hsunted look i'll them to her
husbands face.
..She was the, nurse, Power. How
do YOU think. she has found us out?'
SHOW can I.tehp Through Quest, l
am afraid, though. Yes. that must be
the way. / did wrong not to buy him
at the start This must 90 no further.
There win be two to silence now instead
Of .ons.l / L will,iwrite for him to come
here ut pncevtlle letters will reaoh him
through his Philadelphia address-there
is nothing to do now but to acknowledge
the truth and pay him his price, Don't
take this so to heart. Rose. l did not
dream that he would really unearth
anything. but 1 promise YOU Dana