Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1888-09-20
A FAMILY AFFAIR.
BY HUGH CONWAY.

CHAPTER XIX (CONTINCED).
Until now he ha been playing with he
as cat plays with a mouse. Now he
barred his claws and showed ler that es-
cape was impossible. She groaned, but
struggled no more.
"1ou will Ia le moneys" she asked.
'Oh 5, Sarah. I'll take money
And go away and trouble her no more.
Tell me where to find you tomorrow.
will come and arrange everything
"Oh no, you won't. i never deal with
agents. Your intervention is not needed,
Sarah"
She stamped her foot angrly. Tell
me what you want she exclaimed, ''Or
leave me and go and do your worst You
may have men to deal with now, not
women.
He threw off in a second every trace Of
mOckery. He seized her wrist and held
her. His eyes shone fiercely into hers.
Listen, you hag-you cat!" he said.
''All your part in this business is to take
alressage. Go straight to her. Tell her
am here; fee, and with pocketful Of
money. Tell her to come to me to-mor-
row at my rooms. Tell her / will wait
until twelve clock. If she is not there
when the clock strikes, l swear i will
come and see her in her own home. Do
Yes, L understand.
Here's the address" He scrubbed it
on bit of paper. snow you go back
and resume your neglected duties. A
sweet little boy that, Sarah.
Without another word she left him.
She took tho boy by the hand and went
through the gates of Lakewood House.
Hervey watched her disappear, chuckled
maliciOu ,ly, and strobe Off in the direction
of BlacktOwn.
In mechanical way Mrs. Miller gave
the boy his dinner. She ate nothing ner-
self, but her lips moved as If framing
words, and her heart cred up its fer
vent, but incoaerent and illogical prayers.
Knowing that it was Beatrice's custom to
visit the nursery som after lunch and
assure herself that her boy had dined
well, Mrs. Miller did not go in search of
her. She listened for the expected step,
and when she heard 1t opened the door,
and mOtioned her mistress to enter the
ad dining room, the night nursery. She
followed, and the look on her face told
Beatrice what had happened.
1T has Gomez" she whispered and
turning very pale
Mrs. Miller threw herself OH her knees,
and taking Beatrce's hand, sobbed aloud.
''Oh, my poor dear. My poor dear" she
walled. 1T has come. Yes, it has come
The Lord has not thought 1T to answer
my prayers. Oh, my dear mistress, may
He stretch forth HIS arms and Tighten the
sorrow which is before YOU
at was bound to come" she said
dreamily. IL have been waiting for it
for weeks. The sword was over my head
knew il must fall Where is hep" she
added.
ale was here. close at hand, said
Sarah. Then noticing Beatrices shudder,
"He has gone away for a while but saw
him. lie gave me n message. Oh, my
dear, my dear! You must expect no
mercy"
II expect none. l will ask for none
Give me the message"
Mrs. Miller gave 1t word for word and
then handed her the paper with the adj
dress. Il must CO." said Beatrice. There
is no help for it. The shame which l
dared not face the crash | shrunk like a
coward from preparing for, has GENE.
Well, If all must be known, it will rid my
life of the deceit which for years has made
il burden"
She turned away, entered the nursery,
and kissed the boy. Suddenly she gave
the nurse frightened look. ''You saw
him." she said; did he see the boy?"
Mrs. Miller nodded sadly.
sDid he know-did he guess?"
''He said nothing. But, oh, my poor
dear! there was something in his manner
that made me tremble-sOmething that
told ME he guessed all. "
''Then Heaven help me-" said Beatrice
leaving the room.