New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-04-28
"What do you want to hear?" Nan
incurred. saI'he clink OF gOld?n

"What do you want to hear2' Nan
inquired seThe clink OF gold?'
every much" he answered; "but
first, / want a hollow sound-there is
only hard brick there. Let us try the
other sids." He moved from the left
to the right-hand side, pushing aside
big cushioned easy-chair, and stands
ing well in the deep recess. Then he
again began han1mering. Hard, echo
less bricI-lower on, the same. Then
a foot more inwards, brick still. All!
The sound changed. There was
wood, and an unmistakable hollow
sound
"Numsie!!' was Bess' ejaculation,
and she clutched at her mothers arm.
Clint felt the wainscot with critical
fngertips. Again he tapped, and
again he felt on both sides Of the
chimney.
The two sides were not alike
Most decidedly there was a hollow
space on the right side.
Mrs. Lanes calmness was over
ruled altogether, and to rest as they
had done was no longer a possibility.
There was a hidden cupboard, and
IN the cupboard was a paper packet.
On it was written in the smallest
writing:
~ hope Elizabeth will never so re-
pair the Shore House as to find this
A stranger would repair; she won't.
But 1 cannot forget Jane. Shall l
think more of dead woman than OF
a living friend? No The past COM
pels me-compels me, a dwelling do
tard now, to write the sealed paper;
but say again pray that Elizabeth
Lane may never find this. If she does
she must unseal the Enclosed.
JOHN SALE"
cit is to give the Shore House to
that Jane Lucas Nan cried. "Who
was she? Was old Sale her lover?.'
Mrs. Lanes calmness was broken.
How her hands trembled as she held
the dusty packet in them!
The whole was in so small COM
pass. The secret closet was barely
more than foot square, the packet
was nothing more than a good-sized
ordinary blue business envelope with
pinched and cramped writing just
covering the side where one would put
an address.
II cannot open this without seeing
Mr.. Goldingham first" Mrs. Lane be.
gan to say doubtingly.
I "Nonsense, mumsie," Bess said in
her bright, practical way. Evidently
no one has anything to do with the
thing except you.
"Jane Lucas, he says is dead" Nan
put in.
~ would open it, was Michael
Clint's advice. eve are all witnesses
if anything comes out OF it,"
How little could he dream Of the real
outcome!
Mrs. Lane was overruled.
A large sheet of letter-paper was
folded within the envelope, and the
whole that was written upon it was
this, and thesamecontracted, pinched
writing as was that on the envelope:
"Jane Lucas, OF Sweeney, Bucks,
married one John Mills, organist-
cur"--the word was underlined. "Jane
Mills had children, became a widow,
and died, in Dublin, in 184l"
A dead silence fell on all. Verify,
the Shore House, and money as we'll
money to the extent of about one
hundred a year-went from Mrs. Lane
The first remark was from Nan, who
evidently grasped the entire situa.
ton.
''That goblin chamber has brought
us nice stroke of luck!"
"Confound the place." Clint re-
lieved his soul in this way.
'"There is only one thing to be DONE
Mrs. Lane was her calm self, also
her business-llke self-.and that is to
see Mr.. Goldingham tomorrow morn
ing"
Again we must push aside details
and bring about an ending.
In January Clint and Bess were mar.
ried, and up to that time the heirs Of
Jane Lucas had not been found. In
a church register at a village near
Steveney, they had found the certiti
cate Of her marriage with Mills, but no
more. No children were born in that
quarter. Advertisements weresent out
broadcast, and d clerk from Golding,
ham and Trew's Office was sent to
Dublin. That was like seeking the nee
dlein the bottom Of the hay. And the
course OF family events at the Shore
House could not go on. We must,
however,, say that this mystery was
an uncomfortable one, and though the
girls made light OF it, it caused some
sleepless nights to Mrs. Lane. Already
she-careful woman that she was-be.
gan to thank and plan, forshemust re-
trench wien she left the Shore House
And go she must.
But how? and to whom would the
house go?
Again Clint was at the Northamp.
tonshlre house, this time with his
WIFE,
One day he got a letter from Gold.
inham's of6ce-he was wanted in Lon:
don at once.
The day before, Mrs. Lane had a
visit from. the lawyer, bringing he1
news from Dublin
At last his clerk had lighted on
traces of the Mills family. The organ.
ist-the s:cur" of Sales paper-had
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