The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1889-09-27

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hand and f&, and can't act. You
being cleyd woman, soy to you, go
F, IN and win All that you can make
out of it you hall have"
; "And whatlo YOU get out of it?"
MY reyena Stay! There is one
condition mEt impose upon yon and
that ISL wa3you to stab this girl,
Gracie, dead blow through her love
for an artist hamed Rupert Arnim.
fascinate him, et him into your tolls
and brang him hyour feet, as you can
if you vii. Bar in mind that when
these people findut that you have
claim upon the estate, every one of
their hands will b turned against you,
and thsf will haf you, as they hate
me-
|6ss ee !sE ssa'ss M sa:a pencil; from {|lsas;
den. r-tsS y =, :, - !. -. -
"wrIths aidrcsscs of these people
so far you know them, that I may
find tim without delay" she said, and
by tH words he knew that he had
found feady accomplice In his infa-
nous cheme.
Scycely had no finished writing
dow5 such directions as would assist
her. hen footsteps sounded in the cor
ridot toutside the cell.
10y are coming for you, Cora" he
saidNhurriedly; edo what you can in
yoVown behalfj I.shall probably never
trq{ble you for division of the spoils,
sirSe ain doomed man, but / shall
did content if I know that you have
succeeded rs thoroughly Us even You
could wish. Remember, you will be a
millionaire if you succeed"
The cell-door swung open with n
clhg as he ceased speaking, and the
jafer appeared.
"Time's upi" he remarked.
Cora turned to the criminal, and for
the, first time gave him her hand, which
he pressed with eloquent fervof.
You shall hear from me before
long," she said. in low tone; and,
lowering her veil, she passed out with
the iailer, the heavy door closing after
them with its melancholy clang.
Left alone, Max Boyden flung him
self upon his pallet, and his hardened
features broke into grim smile.
THE trail is laid !" he chucklcd; "the
explosion will follow now as surely as
though I held the match.'
Meanwhile, surrounded by her new
found friends, little Oracle little
dreamed of the infanlc':: sc: ::;.io; irad
been laid with such mastery cunning to
wreck her future happiness.
She had returned from her visit to
the horgte in company with Lawyer
Edgar, and both were now impatieiitly
awaiting the return of Mr.. Bancker
frqm- thes Tapalevfr-zv-rz,fu upon UnU per
son of Nicholas Garland, in the pres
ence of the detective.
He camo at last, and reported that
he had seen Boydcn safely incnrccr-
ated, mn announcement which was re.
ceived with silent satisfaction. Then
bright little Mrs. Molly Banrket bus
tied about ind cleared table, Mt which
they all sat down, and the papers were
produced.
They proved to be two letters, and
some odd scraps of accounts and bills
of no Importance in the case. Nat
urally, then, the attention of all pres
ent was directed to the letters, the first
of which WAS addressed, in an un-
couth, scrawling hand, to Miss Grace
Clifford"
1t was the first time that the poor
girl Ind seen her name set forth, so
that the feady tears sprang to lier eyes,
blinding her so that she was forced to
hand the letter to the lawyer to read.
Its contents, badly spelled and blotted,
Mr.. Edgar read aloud, as follows:
Should anything happen to me suddenly.
/ believe that should rest easier in my
grave II make Il clean breast of my part of
the secret of your life, young lady. Your
charge I'm your Infancy have no business
to reveal: that must remain between his
God nnd himself.-and you to. find OUT
What wish to say. and Ito hereby take my
solemn oath to, II that you arc no child Of
inine will also say positively that ybhr
mother still lives, and do bcsccch you. IL
you have any love In your heart. to find her
out. hcur hcr story for yourself. and judge
her as have judged. Pray God to pa:don
me for the wrong have done.
NICHOLAS GARLAND.
At the close of tho reading of this
mysterious communication dead silence
fell Upon the little group, broken only
by the sobbing Of little Oracle, where
she rested her head upon the bosom of
good Mrs. Banckcr, weeping rs though
her heart would break.
Mechanically the lawyer took up the
second letter, which was contained in al
oblong, grimy yellow envelope, and
started az his eyes rested upon the su-
peIScflptIoI1
"Why, this letter is addressed to
Mrs. Clarissn Clifford, widow of the
late Orrin Clifford J" he exclaimed
In tricc Oracle sat erect, dashinP
the tears from her eyes, and holding
| out her hand
"That letter is for my mother" she
said; give it to me and | will give it
to her with my own hands, for ] am go.
ing to search the whole world over until
l find her.
Had you not better read it?' sug.
gested Detective Bancker, "it may give
you some clue to her whereabouts?"
"NoW was the firm response, 1T is
addressed to her and sealed. ] have
] no right nor wish to pry into its con
tents without her permis sion.'
And she placed the sacred trust j,
her bosom, never TO leave that safe re
ceptacle until her missing mother wa'
found.
"That settles that point" ma'kct
Mr., Pcackeg; well, we don't seem IL
: 1esS, .J9cfed tic iast VII"
| mo" answered tho lnwycr "anu