Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1889-11-07

don isn't England no more than it is any
thing else, that is, in makeup From every
nation on earth almost they gather, gather,
gather and affiliate, and no one feels
abroad, either.
Allan Pereival felt as much "abroad,"
perhaps, as any one in Rotten Row, for he
seemed present only in the flesh as he
threaded the motley crowd.
Business will all be settled up to-mor-
row." he said, as he lighted a cigarette in
the seclusion Of his clearinghouse, land
then for my jewels jewels. But let me
see," he said, fumbliug in his pockets.
'Where is that slip the garrul0us old fell
low gave me, and what is it, anyways 1
haven't thought of it since he gave it 10 me
until this blessed moment.
"By the way" continued Allan, search
ing for the paper, she thought l was the
counterpart of my unfortunate father.
Well, have no desire to be, only in feat
nre, for he was undeniably handsome.
Poor fatherln and he sighed audibly.
''There it is nOw,' he calculated, drawing
forth the long sought-for slip from the
diary in which he had placed it for safe
keeping and had so soon forgotten. ''Ohi
must present this to the jolly old Ban
croft, and obtain the keys and guide AS
4
leigh! That isn't it, however. / need a
fellow to keep an eye on me while | ex-
plore. | understand it. All yes Then
the smiling old squire has the keeping of
the Hall, chi | remember of haTing heard
that he was, or would have been, 4 staunch
friend OF my uncle. Sir Ruperts, If that
curious old curmudgeon would have stopped
TO recognize his betters."
A baleful glow crept INTO the fine eyes,
and the cigarette was tossed into the open
CRATE spitefully.
Il am afraid am not so much TIE child
OF my mother as have always imagined"
he resumed, as if in apology 70 his better
self, "for feel as Miriam must have felt
when she talked to me Of the hall when !
was i'll. How well remember tue flash OF
her beautiful eyes as she rehearsed TO me
how Sir Rupert waved her of from his
presence Away in the cold world he sent
her in her sorrowi No wonder she even
wishes 10 sunder every tie binding her TO
the roof that sheltered him.
He walked back and forth the length OF
the little apartment, savagely, restlessly.
1t seemed that the spirit Of the Percivals
had given Allan fresh baptism Of the
ranking haze, which could carry its victims
into the dies perate on short notice.
II don't know he ground through his
set teeth. and he shivered; Il don't know
but that the EVIL brooding in the accursed
halls OF our ancestors reaches out for its
victims even here, for IL seems 10 me that
the ne1rer get 70 Heaiherleigh the more
unlike myself become"
He paused before the diminutive mirror
over against the window and surveyed him
self for some minutes in silence. Then he
went back 10 the mantel and, resting his
elbow on the corner of it. tried to con-
troll his hatred Of the dead. The ptiful
tales Of cruel, angry treatment told him by
his father as enacted toward himself by
Leon Percival, his father. rushed hotly
across his mind; and the cruelty Of Sr
Rupert 10 his beloved dared him 70 forget
them, or to remember them kindly.
The angry flush he had noticed 50 plainly
in the mirror surged up TO his noble brow