Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1889-08-23
Philip Raynor' S Bride;
HAJORTILLARY FATAL MISTAKE.
BY RETT WILDWOOD.
CHAPTER xxvIu-CContinued.)


There could be no doubt as to the OBJ
ject the two men had IN view. Toinette
would be mercilessiy dragged from the
refuge she had found. She would not
spare Philip at such time-the whole
truth must come to light.
Now it was too late, Dulcie bitterly
regretted having yielded 10 the tempta-
ton to save herself by exposing the i'm
posture.
She leaned her head against the win
dow and was scarce conscious until a sud-
den thought sent the blood coursing
through her veins once more.
Il will fly from this placei" she ex-
claimed, turning to ROsine; now, while
the way is clear.
The maid sadly shook her head.
i fear it will be of no use to make the
attempt, miss Major Villars has IN
scrupulous tools in this house. But I
will do what I can to help you"
Five minutes later she was ready to set
out. She went softly down the stairs,
but just as she reached the outer door a
hand fell upon her arm. One of the SER
wants, a hard-featured man, stood beside
her.
II beg your pardon, miss, " he said. in a
gruf though not unkind tone; IF you
leave the house must accompany you.
Such were my orders. dare not disObey
them"
Dulcie looked at him a moment; then,
convinced that prayers and brides would
be likewise Intellectual, turned back.
Poor dear, said ROsine, who stood
waiting anxiOusly in the upper hall; at
has resulted just as expected. You are
no better than a prisoner.
A few minutes later the maid heard
loud voices in the hall and went down to
ascertain the cause of the disturbance.
She returned after brief absence, fol-
lowed by bent, wrinkled old woman,
who carried a wicker basket on her arm.
"A poor soul who has 1aces to sell,
Rosine explained. "Manders refused to
let her in at first; but then he had re-
ceived no orders to keep people out, and L
persuaded him the sight of a strange face
might cheer you up"
Dulcie turned YEARLY away.
have no wish to look at the woman's
wares.
THE laces are real, miss, and so beau
tiful! I took a peep into her basket be-
low stairs. Such lovely Valenciennes
and creamy old point I haven't seen in
many day. Struggled, Of course! Do
take look at them, miss.
Duicie would have persisted in her re-
fusal but for sudden, swift gesture the
woman made. Peering curiOusly under
the coarse straw bonnet that shaded the
yellow old face, she saw that the wrinkles
were not all genuine. A pair of keen eyes
met hers implOringly, and an eager voice
whispered SO BO4L4y as 10 caSCA neI ears
alone:
Send your maid away. Ihave some
thing to tell you"
D1loie was deeply startled, but she
acted upon the hint.
go into the dressing ROsine, %
she said, and see if you can find my
purse. must have left it there"
The instant the door was closed the
woman hastily removed her bonnet and
the blue spectacles she wore as a disguise.
You recognize me now, miss?" she
said, speaking in a whisper.
mo; I never saw you before.
An expression of surprise and bitter
disappointment crossed the pretended
peddler's face
as it possible you have forgotten me so
soon? l am Mrs. Griffin, the woman at
whose house you lay i'll for several sue
cessive days. I have come here, at the risk
of my life, to divuIge a secret you ought
to know +"