Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1886-10-03

business now lnaI ne mas sIlot Il man.
He never lifted hand against Sir
Allan. He hasn't been inside the park
since the time he was falsely accused of
stealing one of the deer-three years ago.
"How did he come by that money, them
asked the colonel, with a severe look
Almost unconsciously he put on the
voice and manner with which he had been
wont to address rebellious Sepoys in days
gone by. Mrs Jaker quailed before him
~He found it," she faltered.
Found it, Preposterous! People don't
,ind money in hedges. He must have stolen
those notes either from the cabinet in Lady
Darnel's morning -rooIn, or else he stole
them from the person of the man who first
stole them. The thing may be double
robbery, but il is a robbery all the same,
and you must know your husband to be
thief"
NO. sir Again Mrs Jakers called upon
the celestial powers. NO, sir; my husband
may have been a poacher, but he is not
thief. still less murderer. Whatever
money he had when he went away he came
by that money honestly. II was given to
him as free gift
THAT won't do" said the colonel.
Just at this moment there ran through
the old cottage an awful blOod-treeZlng
sound. 1t was a peal of laughter, long and
loud and wild and shrill; such laughter a
no one would expect to hear outside a lu-
nAtic asylum.
why, YOU have a maniac on the prem
ises," exclaimed the colonel How l.
that" The laughter died away, and then
there came a wild snatch of song:
Grevy Clarendon Gambetta a TOulon!
Vive lie sang, Nive lie sang!
That was enough for Col. Stukely.
Without waiting for leave from Mrs. Jaker
he made for the narrow staircase in cor
ner of the room and rushed upstairs as If
he had been mounting breach. There
were two rooms above-the door Of the
first was wide open. Mrs. Jaker's den evi-
IDENTIFY. The door of the second was shut.
and from within came another peal Of
laughter, almost demoniac in its wide
shrillness.
"Otro toro," cried a voice as shrill as the
laugh. -Otro toro! Seville, the land of
poetry and love, the land Of song and
dance, of bull fights and beautiful women
Spain-yes, Spain is the place for me-"
This time the words were English,
spoken as only English lips can speak
Yet, surely. il was Frenchman who sung
that snatch of the Carmagnole just now;
and it was a Frenchman Of whom Col.
Stukely was in quest.
He opcned the door and stood on the
threshold looking into the cottage bed
chamber, fair-sized room, under a slop-
ing roof, and lighted by good old dormer
window.
The young man whom he had last seen
lying among the gorse and leather was
stretched on pallet under the
window. His head was propped up against
the plastered wall, and his eyes were
staring straight before him, while his thin
hands played with the coverlet.
Suddenly, while the colonel stood watch
ing him, he Crouched into a corner Of the
wall, and fang up his arms above his
head like man recoiling from an enemy
1The bull!" he shrieked, "the bull is
coming at me-keep him off, keep him off.
No, IL is not the bull. Worse, worse, ten
times worse. II is her husband. in his
winding-sheet, bedabbled with blood.
could never stand blood-keep him of
keep him off"
He fell back upon his wretched mattress
his face flushed to crimson. his pupils
diIated, his eyeballs rolling restlessly
perspiration rolling in thick beads down
his forehead and hollow cheeks. He was
a victim TO disease which the colOne
knew only too well. and had seen but toC
,ften among Auglo-Indian brandy
thinkers, men who had succumbed to the
temptation Of he climate, and who wer,
slipping brandy and water all day lonG
He had seen just such paroXyms, and ht
knew that for the time being they meant
raging madness And this unhappy
wretch was Grace Darnel's plighted lover
and IL Mr.. Penwern came to the cottage
| by and by with his search warrant, ht
would see this young man, and discover
/ the real state of the case-arrest him mosi
like 7, on suspicion-an arrest which
wo, 4 be followed by an inquiry that
mig bring Grace's name before the
pub C. How could this wretched creature,
mad ened by drink. be expected to keep
Miss Darnel's secrets
Tn colonel looked at his watch. IL was
gu rter to seven. There was yet time
to d something before the detective
shou appear with his warrant Mrs
Jake had followed him upstairs; she was
stan ling at his elbow, watching her
strange lodger.
%Come downstairs" said Col Stukely
you can do nothing for that unfortunate
wretch. see you have been giving him
brandy" he added. pointing to an empty
bottle and glass on a chair beside the
! pallet.
HE begged so hard that was obliged
to get some for him." answered thu
woman, apologetically.
How many bottles has he drank sine
he has been hereg You had better tell M
the truth"
~Three-no-I believe it is four" Mrs
Jake replied, meekly.
She was quite overcome by that air o
command which was an old habit OF tn
col0nel's.
That means bottle a day. / suppos'
you know that brandy is deadly poison 70
a man in his state,"
NO, indeed, sir. 1t was the only thin
that kept him up"
Don't you think that a doctor woul'
have known better what was good TO
him. But you dared not send for
DOCTOR
They had descended the stairs by thi
time, and the colonel and Mrs. Jaker wer
standing face to face in the lower room
room. The children, not seeing any prt
spect of a formal breakfast, had possesse
themselves Of sundry old crusts and stal
slices from chaotic cupboard, and ha
gone out into the windy garden TO gna'
them, in the company OF two or thre
nomad pigs.
Now, Mrs. Jaker, let there be no nor
sense between you and me-" said tn
colonel, sternly. Il want TO save tina
young man if | can, and in saving him
may be able TO save your husband, as
that young mans absence there will be n
evidence against Jaker. If the detecti'
comes here with his search warrant befCI
that young man has been got out of n
. way, the whole story Of how he came her
and how Jaker. took money from him. wi
, come out, and both Jaker and he will /