Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1889-08-03

"Did they know many people in Irk-
ham ?" asked Helen.
" Not SOUL | remember my mistress
once saying to MIR. Everett that they were
more solitary there than in the midst of a
| desert and he answered that there was no
| place ike big cities for concealment."
| And why-why did he do this dread
full thing?"
| "Ah, miss, it's sad world Y said the
woman. "There's things the like of you
| don't understand. And perhaps Mr. Ever
EFT didn't kill his child. | didn't see him
do 1t; only when l woke up and found the
baby gone, rushed out to the landing and
saw p light downstairs. | followed that. 1t
came from the open drawing-room door,
and there was the poor child lying dead. /
cried out, and then my master rushed in
by the open window from the garden, and
-silenced me-"
"How?'
'He gagged me and carried me upstairs
to the nursery. Then he tied me down to
my bed with the Sheets and left me for a
time. He came back at last, and said:
"'Unless you want grave dug fol your
quietly and come with me-
| WIS dlIdlu Vi NLdt lie 80 4
obeyed him. When | was ready, and
went out of the room, found my mistress
waiting on the landing, dressed to go out
She was trembling. and l think she was
crying little, but very quietly, only l
could hear her sobbing occasionally. The
! three of US went downstairs. | tried to
walk as heavily as l could, thinking l
might rouse the other two servants; but
they slept at the end of long passage in
the back of the house, and | was still
gagged and could not cry. When we
got out of doors, Mr.. Everett said to his
| wife,
"'You know your way, do you not, and
have money enough for the present
Go straight away, and PHI follow you as
soon as l have settled this creature
"My mistress went of by herself, and 1
| thought my end had come but he only
kept me walking through the town till
! morning-oh, but was tired land then
| took me to the railway station and put me
in the train for Bers.owe, the place |
came from. He put some money into my
hand and said | would get more if l held
my tongue; and that was the last ever
saw of him, and Eve never breathed
word about it till this day"
''But why did he do it? Why did he
do 1t 2" cried Ada.
That's what can't tell you for certain
said Mrs. Wallwork. Il have my notions.
Well, FL tell you, and you can make what
you like out of it. One morning not long
before had taken the baby to her room.
She had just had cup of tea and letter
brought TO her, and she was reading it
when | went in. Before | got near her
she jumped up with cry and ran into her
husbands dressing room, and | heard her
say:
"'Oh, George, this is terriblel Alfred's
coming home. He is so old, so old why
can't he die and leave me freep
"Mr. Everett pulled to the door with
bang, and | heard nothing more; but Pye
wondered since-well, | may be wrong.
There's no use talking about"
"And did you do nothing to bring this
man to justice ~ asked Mrs. Baggallay.
"N-no. You know what it is when
poor folks try to set the law against rich
ones; and, besides, didn't know anything
about where Mr.. ard Mrs. Everett had
gone to. came up to lrkham after day
or two, and went to the house, but it was
empty, except that bailiffs were taking
away the furniture. I didn't want to get
into trouble, SO l said nothing"
"Oh, it's horrible that such crime
should go unpunishedm exclaimed Ada,
rising from her seat and walking towards
the window. She felt maddened with the
story that she had Just heard. She longed
to avenge that murdered child, whose
spirit, it now seemed to her excited imagi-
nation, had been trying to win her ear
ha ho
longed to search for this unnatural father,
and bring him to justice, but how should
she begin? She had been standing with
her hand resting on the writing table, and
sudden, impatient movement she made in
rejecting on her poweressness, caused the
calendar that lay on it to fall STOPPING
mechanically to pick it up, her eye fell on
the motto given for that 22d of December:
The gods are just, and of our pleasant
vices make instruments to scourge US"
SIS that .enough?" she asked herself.
Does the vengeance of God really pursue
and punish every wrong-doer? Can we
leave it to him?'
She did not answer her own questions,
but she no longer felt bound to help on
the punishment of the crime
CHAPTER III.
Captain Walton found, when he arrived
at Irkham, that Gore House was not easy
to discover. The address, as he had re-
ceiyed it from Ada, must have been in
complete, though the omniscience of the
postman had insured the safe conveyance
of his letters He could tell the cabman
to whose care he entrusted himself what
district of the town it was in, but for the
rest he had to trust to that claimants
knowledge, which was found wanting, and
the chapter OF accidents. Happily this
brought to their aid one of the said ON
niscient postmen, to whom the cabman APP
pealed for guidance
"Gore House why, it's at the end of
Gore street" he was contemptuousIy in
formed. 'Turn off Cambridge street at
the end of Rushton lane, and then take
the first turn to the left"
The names struck with painful famll-
iarity on the ear of the traveller, but he
mentally echoed his drivers exclamation:
There There's no Gore House off
Rushton lane that knows Of"
"They called it that after Gore street
was built" exclaimed the postman. ats
the house that used to be called Wrexham
Lodge"
81 know where you are now ?' ex-
claimed the cahman, driving on but Wal
ton covered his face with his hands.
'Wrexham Lodge" he said to himself
"And Adas in tin that house of all
places in the world"
He forced himself to seem calm when
he reached the house and got out His ar
rival was unexpected, for he had come to
Irkham day sooner than he had intended,
and the housemaid who opened the door
for him did not know exactly what to do
with him. So she left him in the hall
while she went up to Ada's boudoir TO con-
suit her mistress
"Show him into the drawing-room, of
course" said Mrs. Baggallay. "Ada. you'd
better 60 and receive Captain Walton
yourself
of YOU ike said Ada, 'but l can't