Omaha daily bee., 1885-09-07

!, get at the truth through such q medium a
this would be a degradation, IN insult to 9TH
woman he loved.
His visitor took the blunt refusal YER,
badly. The truth is that Mr.. Hervey's tenn
per was not improving, or rather his com
mand Of it was, from a sustained course o
cigars and whisky and water, growing ftfu
n intermittent. Besides, CarTuthers hat
a way with him which was particularly irri
tating TO those who had the misfortune t,
quarrel with him. On a previous occasion
Hervey had found it almost more than h,
could put up with. However, with the ex
ception Of slapping his hand on Franks tabl'
he controlled himself for the present.
81 must insist upon your telling me" h,
said; "Ihave to make an important bushes
communication to Miss Clauson.n
Carruthers smiled contemptuously. "Hel
trustees, the Messrs. Talbert, Of Oakbury
manage Miss Clauson's business, i believe
Or YOU might go to the family solicitor
whose name l will give you"
"My business is of a private nature.
| demand this address. i have a right to asl
it,"
Carruthers shrugged his shoulders, ele
waited his eyebrows in true Talbert fashion
and again smiled that irritating smile.
"My good sir" he. said, ''cannot you un
derstand that 1 absolutely refuse to CRAFTY
you3 That a gentleman Is not justified II
giving every one who asks it a lady's ad
dressl Go to Sir Maingay Clauson, he is the
proper person to apply to. AS to rights,
am certainly within my own IL I ask you tx
leave my room. No doubt you see that tht
business which gave me the pleasure Of thil
visit cannot be carried through"
Hervey scowled, hesitated and then walked
| out Of the room. He was wise in SO doing
as he might have said more than he intended
and a premature disclosure, indeed, q disclo
| sure at all, of the truth would entirely ruiz
his clouded prospects. As, from lack Of po
likeness, or furry of discontinue, he left the
door ajar, Carruthers rose and walked acros:
the room to close it. Just then the dooi
opened and the two men confronted each
other on the threshold.
'If you write to Miss Clauson will you
give her a message from met" asked Hervey
with forced civility.
THAT depends exactly upon what the mes
sage may be-"
'Will you tell her that I called on you and
said the matter could now be easily arranged
There's no harm in that"
''There seems none. When I write I'll give
it"
YOU'D better mention my real name. It's
not Henry Morris-Its-"
~ am acquainted with your reel name,'
said Frank, with perfect nonchalance. Her
vey grew very angry.
"Now, / wonder who you may be-" he said,
'tyou who write to her. Perhaps you're sweet
on each other, and look forward to a happy
MARRIAGE An incautious reinark of the
rogue's, yet one he could not refrain from
making; nor could he refrain from cycling
Carruthers to see how the shot told. Hard
as the effort was, Carruthers preserved his
e%quanimity.
"Perhaps sou he said carelessly. 81 can't,
however, imagine it can be of the slightest
interest to you" The scornful emphasis laid
on the last word hicked Hervey like a whip
'Perhaps sop he echoed with his hooking
laugh. "Ha, hal do you think Pm a fool?
Do you think you take me in with your
studied easel Don't 1 know you're dying to
know who I am and all about mel"
II know a good deal already" said Frank.
in scathing tones. eff 1 felt any wish to
know more 1 should apply at Scotland Yard
or wherever the proper office may be-"
This taunt was more than even the most
amiable tlcket-of-leave man could be expect.
ed to let pass. 1t finished Hervey entirely.
He boiled over. With the violent expletive
biSh GILL; oSSOLhloAiSo ooSA di ho
struck out full at the speaker.
This Carruthers was one Of those decep-
tive men who at first glance gave little
promise Of much strength. Yet if his frame
was spare his shoulders were square, and all
the weight he carried was bone and muscle.
He may be summed up in the simple word
why; and wiry men, as many a muscular
looking athlete knows to. his cost, are not
adversaries to be despised. He was far from
being one of those marvellous creatures,
usually officers in the guards, who, in fiction
at least, can crush up silver fiagons, toss
with one hand a sixteen-stone rufiian over a
ditch or a railing, but all the same he had
his fair share Of manly strength.
After parrying Hervey's blow, he simply
jerked out his right arm to the very best of
his knowledge and agility, throwing the
whole weight of his body into it, and, in the
language Of what may now be called the re-
vived prize ring, ''got well home"
These were the only two blows struck, and
for this reason: Hervey, when he received
Franks blow, was standing on the landing.
he staggered back and went headlong down
the steep stairs. 1t seemed as il his neck