New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1890-03-16

mystery about him, | dare say, continued Mrs
Lingard casting spiteful glance n my direc'ioh
Commonplace enough, Is ne not ,u.tood
The priest passed his hand across MS lorchea1"'
II think know his face. he murm'Ired. thouSh,-
fully. looking from one to another oil MS WIN ="
puzzled expression. Fred had gono ouu ,i
Yes | have seen his face before But not Ih.riN.
No not for a long time. 1t was when your ia'her
was here, dear lad. >, ;,
Mrs Lngard laughed. Nonsense she cried ,,
Fred is but n boy of twenty now-or little more
And even Bagot said gently. think you muSV
be mistaken. father. -. !,
But the priest did not give way. 10 on MI
rcped, in some excitement, am rlSh'-"""
vet wrong | remember now. HIS face put me
in mind of n servant of your fathers butler VINO
died here suddenly many years ago 'is , lial"
was Aston | knew him well-vcry we'll indeed.
In the pause which followed. wilkins VINO was
standing behind Mr. Walton's chair. stopped to
his ear. "Fred'S name is Aston, sir ne said III
n low tone but one which we all heard
What? ~ cried host. turning sharply. Are
Won sure of that wilkins" -.,.;o,.
,s,on Sir. And wilkins fixed his eyes on the
nricsts face much impressed, it was clear, by lis
But does the man come from this part ~ asked
the Squire. And il may be Imagined now meet
fully we were listening. thought ne was Il
s,ranccr-that he was not Worcestershire h""
at all. ~
swcrcd the butler cautiously. The other servants
had left the room.
Iiumph It is rather odd commented the
Squire. turning again 10 VIZ ANY .''' '''''-'7
round upon MS his glass between his fingers ,
H. is, James, Mrs Walton agreed. cry
odd However, he goes tomorrow. And, NllKins,
Won will not mention this downstairs, please |
always thought that there was something IN the
mans return that would not quite bear looking
into" D..o,.
ISagot sat silent his eyes cast down. lTssic
thoughts seemed 10 be elsewhere. For the rest
Of rs we started various theories, with tins new
light upon the subject. 70 account 1or Ffed
presence But there were ut least as many
theories persons at the table no one could make
even a single convert: and we soon broke up III
disorder. Mr.. Walton disappeared in the drcc-
tion of the stables. Iagot and went oil together
10 the Keepers And the last | saw of Mrs Lin
gard she was working desperately 10 get up
Irritation wth-fautc de micuX-thc old priest
The sight Of thOs' two remained with me all
day: more. | dreamed of them that night. |
fancicd saw her amid shriels of laughter drag
Qing the old priest toward the altar while Scftons
scrvant-casting n sinister backward glance AT them
and melt one by one the score of candles below
the altar-Diecc-a faded San Sebastian. The bright
light presently dnzzlcd me. Ny eyes smarted and
grew dim. | awollc. the smart in them still
What was this? red glow flickercd on the
walls OF my room, and now rose. now sank irre2u-
lary. 4 pun Of white smoke-and yet another
daricd snaSc-likc through the open window.
watched them a7ilv. lying with my face thai
way. But third followed. la, | sprang out
Of bed wide awake. AT the same moment that
voice outside screamed shrilly. Fire. Ilud-
ding on few clothes. and snatching up my
wntch-a lScrpsakc-T ran 10 Bagots door.
Dclvcs +" cried. bursting il in. for il was bocd,
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