The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1889-08-23

been something terrible in her life
something criminal perhaps, iron
which she has fed. 1t may hunt he
down and find her out, and it may not
God only knows. Therefore, remem
bcr this whatever may happen, yo,
cannot afford, in more ways than one
to he mixed up in it. When you ar
older, and know more of the ways O
tho world, You will understand bette
what l mcan."
Rupert Arnim stopped and kissed tn,
placid brow upturned to his.
You are anxious, good littl,
mother, he said "but rest assured tha
L shall get into no trouble on account
of our charge. We can shield her here
with us from all shadow of harm. Only
should danger find her out, 1 stand
prepared to defend her with the last
drop of my bloodl"
You are brave boy" the mother
reJoined; "and all can say is, that I
pray the good God to spare you the
disep ppoiEtme mentssapIi tEis..a'whiekfsal1 g
'he Wy 2f @gt @Rg1at 18Se 1@8Sra{ apout rr,aIs and
disappointments until they come" he
cried with buoyant laugh; "there is
too much to he enjoyed in life to bor-
row trouble! Why, just look at it,!
Here l went all over Europe to find n
fresh face for my new Madonna, and
only find one when 1 turn my face
homewards. 1 sketched little Oracle
on the steamer. She has promised to
sit for me here, and the picture will be
done in time for the May Exhibition,
for 1 shall work at it with all my heart
and SOUL with all my might and main"
Mrs. Arnim cast n quick, apprehens
i've glance about the apartment, as
though in fear of some watchful eye,
some listening car, as she said, ear
ncstly:
Rupert, do not paint that picture for
the next exhibition, or ut least for some
time"
"Why not? he asked in amazement.
Il scarcely know, my boy"
II shall never have another such u
model"
"Then paint her, but let no eye rost
upon her face until the mystery of her
life is cleared up"
"Oh, but you ire making a mountain
out of q mole-hill!"
"Somcthing tells me that / am not.
y
get yourself into trouble, besides bring
ing down upon her those whom she
fears"
Rupert Arnim was silent and
thoughtful rs he went with his mother
to the door and kissed her GOODNIGHT.
Perhaps you are right, mother" he
murmured; II will think of what you
have said Goodnight"
For hnnrc ho 10 III ouo1s, fhof
thinking over the strange suspicious
which his mother had placed upon him :;
but ut last he fell asleep to dream of O
beautiful face, the face of his Madonna,
and of his success in the-forEhooming
exhibition.
While this quiet scene was being en-
acted in the little home in Harlem, the
Brevoort House. down town III Fifth
agog with guests arriving and depart
ing.
Among the persons who sauntercd up
the spacious, gaslit steps and entered
tho Office of the hotel was middle
aged man of indifferent appearance, but
blessed with pair of keen, fcrret-likc
eyes that flashed about from point to
point, apparently taking in the bustling
scene at n glance.
To the clerk at the desk he said
"You have n gentleman in your house
by the name of Boyden. [ believe. Mr..
Max Boyden." And upon receiving
the evidently expected reply he added,
Just be good enough to send up my
o .rI to him."
ThcrcuIo on on n slip of cardboard he
wrote, in bold, businesslikc hand,
the name--"Banckcr."
Five minutes later he was requested
! to take the elevator to certain suite
of rooms on the third floor of the house.
Wrapped in II dressing gown of some
richly embroidered stuff, and reclining
at ease in the depths of comfortable
armchair, sat Mr. Max Boyden, of un-
savory ma mory. with his sharp, black
eyes fixed intcntly npon the partially
! opened door that led into the hall
The instant n rap sounded upon the
door Doyden rose, and in firm, clear
voice said:
"Come in"
The parsonage with the fcrret-likc
eyes promptly obcycd the summons and
put in an appearance.
"Mr. Banckcr?" began Boyden, in
terrogatively.
Eyes, sir. eat your request. come
from"
"From-"
"Pinkerton's Detective Agency, sir.
CHAPTER vi.
| DETECTIVE BASCKER.
"You are the man 1 nm expecting,
said Boyden, with evident satisfaction
as he resumed his seat; and, pointing
to q chair On the opposite side of the
table, he continued, please he seated.
Mr.. Banckcr accepted the proffcret
chair, placing his hat beneath it, ant
then proceeded to attach his keen visioI
upon the face before him.
"Mr. Bancker," began Boyden, twist
ing round and round the third finger O