Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-12-11

Nothing - nothing," he answered hur- riedly. "Tve been little worried about business lately; but come" he said, rising, ''let us go outside, for see your father has got that girl with the steam whistle voice to sing"
 The girl with the steam whistle voice was Julia Featherweight, the sister of Rolleston's inamorata, and Madge stifed laugh as she went out on the veranda with Fitzgerald.
 "What a shame of you," she said, bursting into laugh when they were safely outside; "she's been taught by the best masters"
 "How pity them, retorted Brian, grimly, as Julia walled out, 'Meet me once again." with an ear piercing shrillness. "Td much rather listen to our ancestral banshee, and as to meet her again, one interview would be more than enough"
 Madge did not answer, but leaning lightly over the high rail of the veranda looked out into the beautiful moonlight night. There were a number of people passing along the ESplanade, some of whom stopped and listened to Julia's shril notes, which being mellowed by distance, must have sounded rather nice. One man in particular seemed to have taste for music, for he consistently stared over the fence at the house. Brian and Madge talked of all sorts of things, but every time Madge looked up she saw the man watching the house.
 "What does that man want, BrianF she asked.
 "What man" asked Brian, starting "Oh," he went on indifferently, as the man moved away from the gate and crossed the road on to the footpath, ''he's taken up with the music, suppose; that's all"
 Madge did not say anything, but could not help thinking there was more in it than the music. Presently Julia ceased, and she pro posed to go in.
 "Whye asked Brian, who was lying back l in @ comfortable seat, smoking a cigarette. | Its nice enough here"
 Il must attend to- my guests, she answered, | rising ''You stop here and finish your l cigarette" and with gay laugh she fitted | into the house like shadow. Brian sat and smoked, staring out into the moonlight meanwhile. Yes, the man was certainly watching the house, for he sat on one of the seats, and kept his eyes fixed on the brilliantly lighted windows. Brian threw away his cigarette and shivered slightly.
 "Could any one have seen met" he muttered rising uneasily "Pshawi of course not, and the cabman would never recognize me again l Curse Whyte, "I wish I'd never set eyes upon him."
 He gave one glance at the dark figure on the seat, and then, with shiver, passed into the warm, well lighted room. He did not | feel easy in his mind, and he would have felt still less so had he known that the man or l the seat was one of the eleverest of the Mel bourne detectives.
 MT. Gorby had been watching the Frettlby l mansion the whole evening, and was getting rather annoyed. Moreland did not know where Fitzgerald lived, and as the detective wanted to And out, he determined to watch 1 stIf he's that pretty girls lover I'll wait till he leaves the house," argued MT. Gorby 1 to himsef, when he first took his seat on the | Esplanade. "He won't stay long away from | her. and once he leaves the house I'll follow him up till I find out where he lives" When Brian made his appearance early ir the evening on his way to Mark Frettlby's | mansion, he was in evening dress, with 6 light coat over it, and also had on q soft hat
 1sWell, I'm dashedr' ejaculated Mir. Gorby | when he saw Fitzgerald disappear; ''if ht | isn't fool I don't know who is, to go about | in the very clothes he wore when he polished
 Whyte of, and think he won't be recognized | Melbourne aint 4R;s or London, that he car
 afford to be SO carelOss, and when put thu
 darbies on him he will be astonfshed. An
 well,n he went on, lighting his pipe ana l takinga seat en the Esplanade, "I supposi I'll have to wss.s here till he comes out.n I Mir Gorby's patience was pretty severel,
 tried, for hour after hour passed and no on
 appeared Then he saw Madge and Brial
 come out on the veranda, and heard Mis-
 Fsatherweight's shrill voice singing, whicl
 sounded weiri and unearthly in the stillnes
 of the night, He saw Madge go in, and thel
 Brian, the latter turning and staring at hin
 for a minute or so.
 "AhIn said Gorby to himself, relightinl
 his pipe, "your conscience is a-smiting you. I iti Wait till you're in jail" T TO BE soNTINrEn.