Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1888-08-23

kept aIight on account OF The eat Of the day.
which was that 'ot as never was, tho 10 be
sure, bein' child In the early days, remem--
Der il were that 'ot as my sisters aunt vas in
the 'abit Of roastin' her jints in the sum
After telling this last romance, and ieav-
ing her visitors In doubt whether the Joints
referred to belonged TO Gn animal or to her
sisters aunt or herself, Mrs Sampson cracEIed
away down stairs TO get things ready
"What a curious thing that landlady OF
yours is, Brian" said Madge, from the depths
OF huge arm chair. 81 believe she's grass
hopper from the Fitzroy gardensp
"Oh no, she's a woman, said Mr.. Frettlby,
cynically You can tell that by the length
of her tongue"
IA popular error, papa" retorted Madge,
sharply 81 know plenty Of men who talk
far more than any woman"
81 hope I'll never meet them, then.- said
Mr.. Frettlby, "for If did would be inclined
to agree with De Quincy's essay on murder
as one of the fine arts
Brian shivered at this, and looked appre-
hensively at Madge, and saw with relief that
she was not paying attention to her father.
but was listening intently.
"There she is, as a faint rustic at the door
announced the arrival of Mrs Sampson and
the tea tray al wonder, Brian. you don't
think the house is on fire with that queer
noise always going on-she wants DILL"
"Yes, ST. Jacobs oil" laughed Brian, as
Mrs. Sampson entered, and placed her burden
on the table.
"Not avin any cake" said that lady,
''thro' not being forewarned as to the
time of arrival-tho' it's not ofting I'm taken
by surprise-except as to 'eadache, which,
of course, is accidental to every pusson-l
amt got nothin' but bread and butter, the
baker and the grocer, both bein' all that
could be desired except in the way Of worry
in for their money, which they think as ow
| keeps the bank in the 'ouse, like Allading's
cave, as I've card tell in the Arabian
Nights me avin' gained it as prize for
English in my early girl'ooG, bein' then con
sidered a scholurd an industrus"
Mrs SIMPSONS shrill apologies for the alb
sence of cake having been received, she
hoped out of the room, and Madge made tho
tea The service was quaint Chinese one.
which Brian had picked up in his wanderings,
and used for gatherings like these. AS he
watched her he could not help thinking how
pretty she looked, with her hands moving
deftly among the cups and saucers, so bizarre
looking with their sprawling dragons of yel.
low and green He half smiled to himself as
he thought, "If they knew all, wonder
would they sit with me as cool and uncon.
cernedT Mr. Frettlby, too, as he looked at
his daughter, thought of his dead wife, and
sighed
They chatted for a considerable time, till
at last Madge arose and said they must GO
Brian proposed to dine with them at St
Kilda, and then they would all 60 to the the.
atre Madge consented to this, and she was
just pulling on her gloves when suddenly they
heard ring at the front door, and presently
heard Mrs Sampson talking in an excited
manner at the pitch of her voice
"You shan't come in, tell you," they
heard her say shrilly, land it's no good try
ing, which I've allays card as an English
mans 'ouse is lis castle, an your a-breakin'
the law, as well as a-spilin the carpets, which
as bin newly put down"
Some one made reply; then the door of
Brians room was thrown open and Gorby
walked in, followed by another man. Fitz-
gerald turned as white as a sheet, for he felt
nstinctively that they had come for him
However, pulling himself together, he de-
manded, in naughty tone, the reason of the
intrusion. Mr. Gorby walked straight over
to where Brian was standing, and placed his
hand on the young mans shoulder.
brian Fitzgerald" he said in clear
voice, Il arrest you in the queens name"
"For whats" asked Brian. steadily.
"The murder Of Oliver Whyte."
At this Madge gave cry
ut is not trueT" she said, wildly. "My
God, it's not true"
Brian did not answer, but, ghastly pnie,
held out his hands. Gorby slipped the hand.
cuffs on to his wrists with feeling Of com
junction, in spite Of his joy at running his
man down. This done, Fitzgerald turned
round to where Madge was standing pale and
still, as il she had turned into stone.
"Madge," he said. in clear, low voice, II
am going to prison-perhaps to death; but
swear to you, by all that hold most sacred,
that am innocent of this murder"
MY darlingp She made step forward.
but her father stepped before her
keep back" he said, in hard voice;
there is nothing between you and that man
now"