Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, Ramsey Co., Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1905, 1886-09-25
or Fosdyke. The former l had learned to

therefore l shall not dwell upon the novel
and interesting sights which 1 witnessed
during our stay in the little port. Neither
the novelty nor the interest of the thing.
however, prevented my rejoicing openly
when at last we started on our return jour-
ney. Thirty-six hours after quitting Bodo
we were at anchor in the port Of Trondhjem,
the ancient capital Of Norway.
We were not to remain long here; but
there was time, DR.. Branksome told me, to
see the grand old cathedral of st. Olaf, and
the other sights of the place. Accompanied
by Branksome and Fosdyke, I went through
the wide streets of the quaint old city. The
first place we visited was the ~postoffice.
dyke and one or two for Branksome. But
Lorton.
"Lot us go to the Hotel d'Angleterre," said
Fosdyke, when we had done our sightseeing
at the cathedral. Suppose that we lunch
there, and have a look at the newspapers"
"By all MEANS" was the simultaneous re-
ply of Branksome and myself; and before
long we were seated in the cosily-furnished
little salon of that well-known hotel. The
friendly waiter brought the latest copy of
The Times-six days old-to us. and Drank
some, after courteo usly Offering 1t to me,
began to peruse it with tho hungry avidity
of a man who has long been shut off from
new Of the outer world.
Fosdyke and l turned over the old illus
trated papers which Uttered the table, and
the well-thumbed register Of visitors from
oil parts of the world, while ever and amor
Branksome gave us the particulars of some
incident of interest recorded in the journal.
Suddenly a cry of horror startled me out of
the placid frame Of mind in which l had
been awaiting my luncheon. It was Drank
some who had uttered it. 1 looked up and
saw him with a white, panic-stricken face,
holding the newspaper towards Fosdyke, his
hand trembling with emotion. He was ap-
parently incapable of speech.
an heavens name, what is the matter,
Branksomo9 Are you ills" cried the lawyer.
ooh, my Godl my God!" he groaned, "read
it! read it for yourself. Was there ever
anything so dreadful in this worlds"
Fosdyke did not seem to understand. 1
snatched the paper from Branksome's fingers,
and after q moments delay l found the
dreadful news which had moved him SO
deeply. This was the paragraph which l
read:
SUDDEN DEATH.-Our Lorton CORE
spondent telegraphs to us to say that a pro-
found sensation has been caused throughout
the district by the news of the sudden death
Of Mr.. George Mauleverer, the Australian
millionaire, whose purchase Of the Great
Lorton estate was recently announced in our
columns. 1t seems that Mr.. Mauleverer was
found dead in his bed yesterday morning,
and the appearances indicate that he died
during a fit of epilepsy, to which it is ru-
mored that he was subject. 1t is not thought
likely that any inquest will be held. MI.
Mauleverer had only recently settled in Eng
land, his vast fortune having been accumu-
lated in Australia, where he was we'll known
as the wealthiest Of the squatter aristocracy.
He leaves behind him a niece who resided
with him at Great Lorton Hall. Mr.. Maui
leverer during the short period of his resi-
dence OF his Yorkshire estate had endeared
himself to his tenantry by his liberality and
kindliness. He had, however, been in ailing
health almost ever since his arrival i'll Eng
land. Nothing is known as yet as to the dis
position Of his immense wealth."
We sat utterly paralyzed by the sudden
blow that had thus fallen upon us. Even l,
although l had no great reason to feel drawn
towards Mauleverer, was stunned by the
greatness and unexpectedness of this
calamity. Fosdyke was manifestly agitated
s"NA u"AoAe " OuAAAO "Adu ~
was that had happened. As for Drank
some, his face was CHASTITY. All the bright
ness had faded out of it, and he sat with
drawn features, pallid lips and eyes wide
open, staring into space. After that mutfied
cry of horror he had seemed to be literally
incapable of speech.
"Idon't believe it'll" cried Fosdyke ut last.
ut is some id Internal lie of the news
papers. Eth, Branksome, don't you think
so, toos For Gods sake, man, don't let this
upset you! I'll telegraph at once" He
started up as though about to leave the room
for that purpose.
Branksome feebly raised his hand to stay
him.
"Don't 60" he said almost in a whisper.
"for the love of heaven do not leave me
yet"
There was something in his lone that made
me feel that l was de trop. | had no right.
l saw, to intrude upon such grief and horror
as his. got UP quietly and stole out of tho
room. e out into the street, where the
snow was lying, and walked up and down
bareheaded, regardless OF the cold, trying to
collect my thoughts and realize what It was
that had happened.
And my first clear idea was one Of which
at the time I felt ashamed, of which l am
even more ashamed now after the lapse of
years. lforgot all about Mauleverer him
self and only grasped the idea that at last
the obstacle which stood between Daisy
:nyso nuu oeeh removed lhero was
Mx1 ath;a nv" w plevene our marriage.
wv .la Us. !enelscereu ihysell; mere
re- Ta - uask snueow Oh h,auleverers goid.
t,,"t ..n; o~m ~ us grave l leu wen assured
,.aaU "i'n nis ueao haho no "oolo strive TO
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