Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-01-18
CHAPTER XXXIV.

pumpkin whose warning he had despised.
 CHAPTER XXXIv.
 THE SWORD OF DAMocLEs.
 At last the weary journey was over, and to Georges intense relief he found himself upon the platform at Boisingham. He was a pretty tough subject, but he felt that a very little more of the company of the fair Edithia would be too much for him. As it happened, the station master was a partic- ular friend of his, and the astonishment of that worthy when he saw the respectable George in such company cannot be expressed in words.
 "Why boar! We'll, neveri Is she a fur rinerT' he ejaculated in astonishment.
 "H you mean me, you dirty, wheel greas- ing steam boss, you, said Edithia, who was by now in fine bellicose condition, "I'm no more foreign than you are. Shut your ugly mouth, can't you, orn-and she took @ step toward the stout station master. He retreated precipitately, caught his heel against the threshold of the booking office, and vanished backward with crash.
 Steady, marm, steady" said George. ''Save it up, now, do, and as for you, don't you irritate her. none of you, or won't answer for the consequences, for she's an injured
 
 be dangerous"
 AS chance would have it, fly which had brought somebody to the station was still standing there, and into it George bundled his fair charge, telling the driver to go to the sessions house.
 "Now, marm," <" he said, "listen to me; I'm going to take you to the man es has wronged you. He's sitting as clerk to the magistrates. Do you go up and call him your husband Then he'll tell the policeman to take you away. Then do you sing out for justice, be- cause when people sings out for justice every body's bound to listen, and say that you want a warrant against him for bigamy, and show them the marriage certificate. Don't you be put down, and don't you spare him. If you don't startle him you'll never get anything out of him."
 "Spare himr' she snarled; "I'll make him sit up; I'll have his blood. But look here, if he's put in chokey, where's the tin to come fromW
 "Why, marm," answered George, with splendid mendacity, 'it's the best thing that can happen for you, for if they collar him you get the property, and that's law"
 "Oh," she answered, Eff I'd known that he'd have been collared long ago, can tell you"
 "Cone,' said George, seeing that they were nearing their destination, "have one more nip just to keep your spirits up," and he pro- duced the brandy bottle, at which she took c long pull:
 "Now," he said, Ego for him like a wild cat"
 "Never you fear," she said.
 They dismounted from the cab and entered the court house without attracting any par ticular notice. The court itself was crowded, for case which had excited public interest was coming to a conclusion. The jury had given their verdict and sentence was being pronounced by Nr. de la Molle, the chair man.
 MT. Quest was sitting at his table below the bench taking some notes.
 "There's your husband" be whispered; ''now do you draw on."
 Georges part in the drama was played, and with sigh of relief he fell back to watch its final development. He saw the fiarce, tall woman slip through the crowd like @ snake or panther to its prey, and some compunction touched him when he thought of the prey. He glanced at the elderly re- spectable looking gentleman at the table, and reflected that he, too, was stalking his prey the old squire and the ancient house of De la Molle. Then his compunction vanshel, and he rejoiced to think that he woul,. be the means of destroying a man who, to fill his pockets, did not hesitate to destroy the fam lily with which bis life and the lives cf his forefathers for many generations Ea, been interwoven.
 By this time the woman had fought her way through the press, bursting the remain ing buttons of her ulster in so doing, and reached the bar which separated the spec tators from the space reserved for the ofh- cials. On the further side of the bar was e gangway, then came the table at which Mr. Quest sat. He had been busy writing some thing all this time; now he rose and passed it to MT. de la Molle, and then turned to sit down again.
 Meanwhile his wife had craned her long, 1.-the body forward over the bar till her head was almost level with the hithsr edge of the table. There she stood glaring at him, her wicked face alive with fury and malice, for the brandy she had drunk had caused her to forget her fears.
 As MT. Quest turned, his eye caught the dash of color from the peacock feather hat. From thence it travelled to the face beneath.
 He gave gasp, and the court seemed to whirl round him. The sword he'd fallen, in- deed
 Well, Billy" whispered the hateful voice, 'you see I've come to look you up"
 With desperate effort he recovered him.