Omaha daily bee., 1888-03-18

NAMED. And, after all. why so prepos-
ferrous? How many clever ad~venturesses
have done as much for themselvesp
What was the great Nelson's Lady Ham
ilton, originally, but a nursery maidp
But what had become OF the big s~ix-foot
husband of the present Madame d'Ar-
royos? And how had she drifted to
the Philippine islands, l set
about obtaining such facts as I could
in a quiet a l discovered nothing
much except that there had beer an odd
fellow by the name Of Arroyos long resi-
lent in Manila, and that he died, leav-
ing a large fortune. There the matter
dropped, . . . Well, shortly after,
Arthur varley became engaged to
Madame d'Arroyos. Then came the
wedding. Do you remember, the night
before, a note that was handed to me as
WI were going away? Do you remember
her nervousness, her faintlng fit at the
church, Do o remember meeting me
the next day, when l told you l had been
to see the body of the man found dead
in the Avenue de l'Imperatricep That
man was no more French, from his APP
p~earance, than / am or you are. And,
changed as he had become-older,
coarsened with hard labor and bloated
with drink---it was quite possible to
trace in him the signs of some such
physical conformation as that possessed
by the young fellow whom 1 saw mar
ried dow south to the beautiful girl
with the eyebrows"
Moorhouse, who had followed the de-
velopment of Castleton's thoughts with
a sort of growing horror depicted on
his face. here exclaimed:
COCOA heaven! you don't think"
81 think that she made way with him
YES" said Castleton,' steadily.
But"
"She may have thought he was dead.
She probably did. He came back--at
what moment? Think for an instant
what it would have been for her to
recognize him as her husband. No n
| knows how he had traced her. She had
doubtless lost sight of him for years.
Consider what it would be for a woman
with ambition like that to fall from the
height she had raised herself to. More
over, and most of all, she loved Arthur
Marley. She wanted him. She would
not give him up. She probably acted
with wonderful promptitude. To steal
out to the man waiting in her grounds
with that fatal bottle medicated with
some such drug as is kept in many a
medicine chest would be a very easy
way of keeping him quiet for a while.
She might tell him she would join him
Sst i III I'LL llouls II lClioN NOulu
drink the ~stuff-every drop of it, you
may depend--and then he would tell no
tales. BY George, one must admit that
it was artistic work."
Moorehouse s%huddered.
But she was clever, devilish clever.
A man | have since met, who had been
long in the Philippines, remembered
when she first came there under the
protection of old Arroyos. She had
probably run away from her husband
long before. She used to say she was
born in South America, of a Portuguese
mother and American father, h
spoke Spanish imperfectly, and as a
matter of fact, English with q southern
accent. But nc one noticed that. "Oh,
yes; she was clever"
"Good God! And can nothing be
done?" cried Moorehouse, excitedly.
''Nothing,' replied Castleton, in the
i~ncisive tones he had fallen into. Then,
with u return of his habitual noncha-
lance: "Nothing. Nothing could be
done then, nothing can be done now.
There was o evidence"
There is n floor walker in one of the large
dry goods stores in this city whose great toes
point toward each other in the most friendly
manner. "What will you have, madamW
said he to an "Irishwoman, who was looking
way" 'Walk that way, is it! Sure, I'd
have you know, sur, that my legs Is not built
that way, sur, and l couldn't walk that way
If you'd give me the whole sture, sur"
Claus Spreckels is sugar-coated, but not SO
sweet as the original Santa Claus.