The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1889-08-04


the old lady would see her nephew, and
she received him with high dignity,
propped up In bed. her small wfinklcd
face surrounded BY dense halo of sti9
frills.
The interview was to be short one.
When 1t was drawing to close she
said, Roland, am an impetuous old
| fool: at my age ought to know better.
made ridiculous viii two days ago.
left everything to James-if james is
still living, which doubt-or to his heirs,
Of which he has none; failing them 10
the Billiters, who are painting TO see the|
breath out Of me that they may ftfnf
mage my money bags. Be SO good 40 ID
telegraph to Green to come down OF
Friday; shall be better by that tfme
and / shall make new will. And give
my love to Nora; ten her to come and
see me next week. Now, good-by,
nephew. am going to have my mess
Of broth, l believe" Is
Cannock went home with lighter
heart, and told his news to his wife.
Those greedy Billiters, after all. were
not to enjoy the fortune Of poor Aunt
Sabina; they both hoped the old lady
would live many years yet to spend IL
herself.
The very next morning brought tele-
gram. The old lady was much worse;
they both hurried down, and were there
when she died. They were genuinely
distressed, while the Billiters. who mus
tered in force. scarcely disguised their
grimaces Of joy.
SNOW, Nora, we are intruderg, " said
Cannock sadly, and they went out Of the
house.
Among Mrs. Wilmington's letters was
found curious specimen Of spelling and
grammar, purporting to come from q
certain John Price, from South Africa,
giving brief and vague Intelligence Of
the death of Jim. Larose, whom he had
known at the diamond fields. More,
hereafter, from Yours respectfully, /" hay
left much to be desired. This conclusic
was that the letter was OF very
value.
However, it was tbe last point cefs
tainty with Mr.. hand ~, DilIiter.
''Coustn Jim was. ~ lliy dead, al
ways good for Fellow" and In
an ebullition of they entered into
possession.
.Remenber." said the warning voice
cte Mr.. Green, SHOULD Mr.. Larose TURN
up, all arrears will have to be paid up.
.Roiand, )" said Nora, ''the Orange dia-
mond has lost fortune for us. Is you
had written the night Of the ball, that
last will of poor Aunt Sabina's would not
have been made
"Well, dear, dare say we are as well
without It, responded Col Cannock
rather ruefully.
Six months passed BY bringing no news,
Of the lost jewel A letter came, how
ever, from Morals ''Jiin' in Colorado,
which afforded her intense pleasure It
was perfect volume, but the pith Of IL
was that Nora's letter had arrived when
he was on the eve Of committing himself
to some fatal act of folly at which he
darkly limited, and 1t had proved the
turning point "Xou saved me and an
other" he wrote; sour old life in your
lear odd home rose up before me as WV
idly az though I was in the midst Of 10
again. You, who have always remained
my ideal woman, you have again proved
my guardian angel. It had been 50 long
since had heard from you that had
despaired OF ever seeing your handwrit-
ing again. etc., etc.
"After ALL" said Nora, s'the Orangei
diamond has done one good deed to put
against its sins. W
One dark December evening at about
Z o'clock, Sir Meredith Walton, followed
by Ii Che, was walking down one Of the
smaller streets opening out OF the Fui-
ham road.
A projecting door made a shallow
recess Of deep shade. wait thera,T
said Sir Meredith, and the ChinaRanS
Instantly drew up and became still,
fat shadow within this space. His
master crossed over and walked up
the street, turned. walked down.
turned again. Ii Che remained biottcd.
out in the doorway, and twenty minutes
passed by. 81
Then small door opened, and the
broad shouldered, siouching figure of 3
man emerged into the street. Ii Che
softly extracted himself, and followed
the heavy steps Of this Individual Sir.
| Meredith promptly crossed the road,
raped at the same door. and waited
few moments. Then the door was opened
| about an inch.
what do You want now2 asked II
woman's sharp voice; ~ wish you would [
let me be. II wouldn't take much to
make me call the police"
Sir Meredith insinuated the tip Of hisl
bamboo cane within the crack, and Ia
the most engaging tones said; rPardon
me, Mrs. Pershore, but it Is 1, Sir Merea
dith Walton. hope you VIII not give
me in charge. but kindly let me it- :
| The door quiveredI 10 was plainly the
| iady's first impulse to bang it, but the
bamboo was there. and some other senti- 4
ment prevailed. Flinging wide open the (
| blistered door, Morals ex-maid, Pcrshore,
looking very far from trim and dignided /
as when she was in Mrs. Cannock's serv-
| Ice, appeared.
She stared at her visitor with i
blanched face Of terror.
"Some one told you 7 was living here,
| suppose, sir2" she said hoarsely, s.Tny
old !, q m ,1nk ho{rfs m, 4lKa gsy s,11gs