The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-10-17

SMELL over the scene; broken at last,
however, by a little scream from Madge.
What is it? I heard something
moving. Is it a DOGGY or Cousin Bab?'
cousin Babp' And Trever, indig-
nant lest Bah should have been listen
ing, went through the portieres into the
painting room, the moon, as it were,
followed him.
"No one to be seen-on into the gar
den he passed. Barbara was In her
room; he could see the reflection OF her
form on the drawn blind. Instead OF
returning to the spot where he had left
Madge he walked down the garden and
called her to come to him. 1.-The night
was so beautiful, the moon so bright,
he said, lit was better there than in
doors"
From the garden they strolled into
an adjoining wood, along a pathway
leading to the village where Miss
Craigie dwelt. The vicar was her un-
Gle, and she was on q visit there for a
while. Nor did they come back to
Trevor's cottage that evening; on the
contrary he went into the vicarage and
stayed talking to the vicar till past 10
o'clock.
How he should tell Barbara that he
was absolutely engaged to Madge
Craigie puzzled him not a little during
his walk home, and probably would
have engros9d Him even more had not
his thoughts been diverted from
it by almost a feeling of annoyance
that his Madge should be on friendly
terms with the half brother whose very
name was never mentioned In Heath
field Cottage.
When he reached home all was silent
as the grave; the glass door leading
from the sitting room to the garden was
ajar, as Miss Craigie had left it when
she joined him, the lamp was still burn
ing on the writing table, everything
was as she had left it. No-the draw
was still wide open, but the papers had
been touched. He noticed it at a glance;
those which had attracted Madge Graf
gie's attention, with Wilfrid Lanes
name on them, were gone.
Pearly drops burst forth on Trevors
brow as he perceived it. and staggering
into the seat which Madge had but re-
Gently quilted, he remained there for a
time immoyable. What did she know
Of Wilfrid Lane was the question he
asked himself over and over again.
Were tine details of this mans shame
full past known:to her-had she aught to
do with them? Could ii be possible that
she had made the excuse of sending
him away in search of bogies, while she
possessed herself of letters and docu-
ments inculpating Wilfrid Lane? No
no-the thought was madness.
Yet the papers were gone, and that
they did i~nculpate Wilfrid Lane very
heavily there was little doubt, since
more than one of them was a forgery of
his half-brother's name, and it was by
the holding Of them that Trevor sue
ceeded in keeping the vaurien out of
England, and his own hearth and home
in peace.
Cousin Barbara's warnings against
Miss Craigie rose like spectres into his
mind, and would not be chased away,
let him struggle as resolutely as he
would. Madge and none other had
been in that room, and the papers were
gone-the case was conclusive. And he
had promised to marry this woman
What should he dol Go TO her as soon as
possible, accuse her straightforwardly of
the theft, demand the return ofthe stolen
papers, aud then spurn her image for
ever from his heart.
That was the decision he arrived at
while he sat gazing at the open drawer,
and the clock struck four before he at
tempted to go to bed.
TO bed, but not to sleep and when he
met Cousin Barbara at breakfast he
licked pale and iaaggard, and was very
silent, while Bah grumbled away in her
usual style oyer the thousand and one
petty annoyances which she managed to
find at every turn.
At last Trevor rose and took up his
hat.
"Going out, Trevor, instead Of to
work."
He leaned over her and kissed her.
Gay, only for q little while, dear cousin.
I shall soon be back, and we will have
somelong hours together in the painting
room"
9Yes-silent hours, while you are
dreaming Of that Miss Craigie's false,
bswitching face. You'll rue ii, Trevor
you'll rue it, as I'm a living woman"
~He was gone, but her words followed
him all through the woods; seemed to
be echo;ng through the leaves.
In the yicarage garden stood Madge,
fresh and pure and lovely looking, in the
daintest Of blue musiins. She kissed
her hand to him when from some dis
lance she perceived him, and he scarce
Ii returned the salutation as coldly as
he intended, for at the sight Of her
more than half Of his suspicious seemed
to disappear.
Her love d sham, her kisses but to
betray !? Could woman be so false?
~Oh. Trevor" she cried out when he
was within hearing. "such glorious news