Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-01-04

Certainly they are-I do not wish to inter- fere with your crying-cry when you like It will be lucky for Cossey If that old father of his dies just now, because he wants money"
 What does he want money for9'
 Because he has undertaken to pay off the mortgages on the castle estate"
 Why has he done that-as an invest ment?"
 ''No, it is q rotten investment. I believe he has done 1t because he is in love with Miss de la Molle, and is naturally anxious to in gratlate himself with her. Don't you know thats l thought perhaps that was what you had been crying about?'
 Ut is not true," she answered, her lips quivering with pain.
 MT. Quest laughed gently 'sI think you must have lost your power of observation, which used to be sufficiently keen How ever, of course it does not matter to you It will in many ways be most suitable mar rlage, and am sure they will make a very handsome couple"
 She made no answer, and turned her back to hide the workings of her face For few moments her husband stood looking at her, with gentle smile playing his refined features. Then remarking that he must go round to the office, but would be back in time for tea, he went, refecting with satisfaction that he had given his wife something to think about which would be scarcely to her taste.
 As for Belle Quest she waited till the door had closed, and then turned round toward it and spoke aloud, as though she were address ing her vanished husband.
 Il hate you," she said, with bitter emphasis, II hate you. You have ruined my life, and now you torment me as though I were lost soul. Oh I wish were dead! I wish l were dead!'
 On reaching his office, Mr. Quest found two letters for him, one of which had just ar- rived by the afternoon post. The first was addressed in the squire's handwriting and signed with his big seal, and the other bore a superscription, the sight of which made him turn momentarily faint. Taking up this last with visible effort, he opened it. It ran as follows:
 DEAR BILLING answer this morning. I hope you ain't up to any of your tricks about the tin. because 1 won't stand it, that's all. told you that I had dropped all my oof, not that I had much out of you this year, only five hundred and beggarly e2O on my birthday and what make at the Bir- mlngham-four pound ten week, and hard work for that. I'm cleaned out, and that's all about it. Only just now a brute of fel- low came in with summons for rates and I told him that my friend-that means you, Bill dear-was going to come down hand- some in a day or two He would not believe it-just as though he knew what a mean lot you were-so I told him to bundle out double quick, or I'd have the coal shoot at his head and he went, you bet, but he'll be back be- fore long with the summons. l say the coal shoot, for there ain't no coals in it, and can't afford any money to get bit of fire to warm my bones with. Then there's tho landlord says hell distrain for the rent un- less it's paid up in double quick time. And so the long and short of it is that, if I don't get about five hundred quid out of you ill tha course of next week, I'll know the reason why. And I'll just be plain with you, Bill, my old boy. If don't see the color of that money by this day week, why, I will tell you what I am going to do. I am going to take a little country air-my complexion wants it and think Boisingham would suit first rate. In fact, I shall como down and pay you a visit, old boy; so perhaps you'll ask the lovely Mrs. Quest to get a room ready for me, and when I get down there if don't tell all the old reSpectables thing or two about their beloved lawyer, and generally make them sit up and see stars why, ain't l. And now there's the straight tip from your affectionate Tiger But remember she'd always rather purr than growl' It's only when the cash don't come down that her back goes up All question of money, my boy, like everything else ill this wicked world. Your beloved EDITH"
 By the time that MT. Quest had finished reading this precious effusion, the cold sweat was standing in beads on his forehead
 Great heavens!" he said, ''this woman will destroy me- What a devil! And she'd be as good as her word unless I found her the money. l must go up to town at once. wonder how she got that idea into her head. It makes mo shudder to think of such a thing" and he dropped his face upon his hands and groaned in the bitterness of his heart.
 Ut is herd," he thought to himself; ''here have for years and years been striving and toiling and laboring to become respectable and respected member of society, and always 1 this old folly haunts my steps and drags me down, and, by heaven, believe that it will destroy me after all" With sigh he lifted his head, and taking a sheet of paper wrote on 1t, II have received your letter and will | come and sec you tomorrow or the next day" This letter he placed ill an envelope which he directed to the high sounding name of Mrs. d'Aubigne, Stanley street, Pimlico, | and put it in his pocket,
 Then with another sigh he took up the | squirets letter and glanced through it. Its length was considerable, but in substance it announced his acceptance of the arrange ment proposed by MT. Edward Cossey, and requested that he would prepare the neces- sary deeds to be submitted to his lawyers Mr. Quest read the letter absently enough, and threw it down with little laugh.
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