Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1886-12-13

our hands"
Precisely But remember. il you don't
want this young scoundrel to be married 70
o respectable young woman at eleven
o'clock tomorrow morning you'u nave 70
look sharp"
The vicar went back to the bosom OF his
family at Freshmead. thinking that he had
done q pretty good days work
B.fore ten o'clock that night two facts
had been discoverel in the biography OF Mr..
Foy-Frst, that exactly three years before
he had been married at registrars once 10
Jane Daw on, spinster, daughter OF john
Dawson, master mariner; and secondly. mat
he. or a man exactly answering to his de-
scription had bought sma | Quantities OF
tartar emetic and small portions of laud-
anum at divers times within the last two
months. and at several chemists shops In
the obscurer stree of the grea'. busy town.
These two discoveries the police commu-
nicated to Mr.. UNI leby late on the vigil OF
his daughters wedding.
The evidence of the marriage was indis-
put BILE. Much as Mr. Umuieby was n
clined to dscredit the charge brou ht
against hi. inten Ell son-in law he could not
disbeliev- the legal proof Of the marriage
before he registrar; and convicte OF hav-
ing concealed a prior marriage. Mr. Foy's
character appeared in a new and doubtful
light
AulI put off the wedding" cried Umpleby,
who had spent the evenin marching about
his house and garden in a state OF su pressed
agitation. al won't have my daughter mar
ried to a liar and a trickster. There must
be something wrong-no smoke without
fire."
He sat down directly the detective had
left him and wrote with his own hand TO
those GRANDMOTHER magnates who had been
hidden to the wed tin.
Let these letters be delivered by hand
before eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
he said to the respec able man-of-all-work,
who had been vawning dismal v in a pantry
at the back of the hall; land let that letter
be taken to Mr.. Foy at the Crown hotel"
Foy was to stop at rotel in Grandcl es-
ter on he eve Il mis- welding in order 10 be
on the ground early
Mr.. Umpleby felt happier man after he
had done this deel He went up 10 bed more
at ease with himself. But he d d not awaken
his stu 4 boring WIFE to tel her The unplea,-
ant news The would be scene In the
morning. Of cours,, with all these women
-hy>ter cs, fanting fits, recriminaton, in
which he, the husband and father wou d get
the worst of it.
Mrs Umpleby's lavender moire- antique,
her brand new Honiton shawl, we're lyin in
state upon the sofL Would any woman for
give husband for upsetting the festival at
winch those splendors were to be wornl
There had been fuss enough about the gown,
about the breakfast, alb ut every one fthe
wedding arrangements, and now 10 ana b.
hold, the us had been all for nothing!
Il yer liked him." mus d Mr. Ump,eb
at was the women who talke me over. To
b gin with, tne mans half foreigner, and
l want no parez-vou' in my family"
His letter 20 Fly had been OF the briefest
Look round the first thing tomorrow
morning; want to talk to you"
The father was up betmes, too agitated
to eat his breakfast. He carried his cup of
tea to the study at the back of the dining
room. and ICED that snu, apartment, wait
ing for Nj. Foy Up stairs there was wild
excitement among the feminine part Of the
nous .hold, rushincs and hurryings from
room to room-spectral figures in long,
white raiment and flowing hair, Grim ing,
o aiting, hooking and cycling Here on the
ground floor there was au aw .ul qlie ude
Presently CASTOR Foy came in He. who
was usually so pale, had this morning a
hectic spot on each cheek He too, shared
in the general excitement LooSing at him
closely Mr. imp eby saw that his lips were
dry and white.
"Nothing wrong with Bella, hopea" he
asked nervouslY.
Bella was the bride.
mo, there is nothing the mater with
Bella at present. 1t is about yourself
want to talk | think-when we first knew
you-you told me that you stood quite alone
in the word-that you were an orpnan-had
fought your own way in lif.-had not a
living soul belonging to you"
SAL that is quite true answered CASTOR
Foy, 10 king straight at the quest oner, with
FAC, that showed no trace of emotion or
surprise Why discuss the mater this
morning' 1t is not cheerful su jet
You nave dacsivsI me, said Mr.. I'm Die
by. II am to you have sister,
This time the young man was palpably
moved. Strong as he was in dis inhalation,
his self-con rol failed him. For the moment
he stood staring blankly at his accuser-
voorhees, Then he sudden recovered him
self, and 10 ,ked at Mr. Umpleby peadngly
with adaprecating smile
You have found out my secret" he said,
mournluly. at j. sorrowful one Yes,
have a sster; yes, l havs KEEP her existen ce
a secret from you and all Iowa in this house.
L x
herself and Others An invalid almost an
imbecile, my afh cted sister shrank from the
world as the world would have shrunk from
her. Had YOU seen her you might have been
prejudiced, you might have regarded her as
an obstacle to my marriage"
You ought to have told me the truth
answered Umpieby sternly II learn that a
few days ago this girl was liv ng with you
at Parmin. er. You removed her from there
in weak state Of health. Where Is she
nowl"
AT the seaside"
aWherep
He named place at least fifty miles from
Grandchester.
"Alonei'
"No; with FIR ends Of mine"
Mr.. Umpleby took telegraph form
one Of the drawers in his desk and laid it on
the blotiing pad
Write telegram to your Howcomb
friends at my dictation, to inquire about
your sisters present condition A few
words will do. Thus: Il am anxious about
my sister-please let me know how she is
this morning. Answer paid The reply
can come here Why do you hesitatr'
Because your request implies suspicion.
shall send no such telegram Why should
You drag my poor suffering sister into this
days businessi l have told You the truth
about her I have told you why | have
hitherto concealed her existence from YOU
and yours. Can you not allow me to forget
her at least for to-dlyi"
mo. Mr.. Foy. l want to have positive
proof that your account of this young
woman is true one. | want to know that