The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-03-09

cherished vague suspicion and a dull re-
sentiment, which he had never vet ex-
pressed. Had Stephen Eyre-Jess' old 10 or
anything to do with the girls disappear
ancs7 Eastwood found himself breathing
hard and clenching his fist, without exactly
Knowing why.
He made some further inquiries in the
| neighborhood, and then, Just as he was 90
ing out Of Mill street he came q lite sud-
denly face to face with Stephen Eyre.
The two men looked at one another. Eyre
would have passed on quietly enough, but
| George barred his passage and laid de-
tanning hand upon his arm.
| "Pve a question to ask you" he said
| "Where is Mrs. Flint-JesS Armstrong;
grandmother"
A curious expression showed itself in
Stephens eyes for moment. 1t was the
| look of one who sees deed of desperate
daring to be doae, and does it without
| fiincling, but with every sense awake TO
its consequences. To tell deliberate lie
was, III Stephens eyes, to give himself
over to the devil, body aud soul And yet,
| for Jess sake he was prepared to tell that
| lie.
Mrs Flint is dead" he answered.
| "Deadl You are surer
| Perfectly sure"
| did her daughter-Je Ss-come
here last night, seeking herF'
'She did,"
"Aud you saw her7 Where is she nowa
| What have you done with her! Is she with
youp
Eastwood hurled the questions at his
hearer with tremendous force, as if they
| had been so many stones. The jealous sus-
picion leaped out of his eyes and made it.
se.f fatally clear to Stephen Eyre, who saw
in it tool wherewith to serve his purpose.
| He answered slowly and steadily, looking
Straight into EAstwoods eyes.
eff knew where she was, do you think
| would tell your
He was ill-advised to answer in that way.
George E lstwood's fist flew out Immediate
| ly, and in another moment the two men
we're locked In a wrestle, which seemed to
be for life and death.
But the struggle lasted for a short time
only. A crowd gathered round the COM
batants-a policeman was seen in the dis
tance-and, as if by common consent, t le
enemies relaxed their hold on each other
| and allowed themselves to be separated
Stephen Eyre was led away bleeding and
bruised. George, who was hooted and
| jeered at by the crowd, leaned against a
| wall for few minutes. feeling faint aud
| sick. But when the policeman arrived on
the scene, and the crowd had-as if by
magic-lnelted away, the young man pulled
| him elf together aad refused to make any
complaint.
| IL i4Ou u P41CJ AOA q 6OiVlCilldu W D5
in" sail the policeman Indignantly; 'and
you'd be ter go home, sir. Ii knew which
it was as assaulted you, sir, I'd run him in.
I've seen you here with Mr.. Helmont," he
added, explanatorily.
Nobody as 5aulted me- I assaulted him"
said eorge, rather grimly.
At which the policeman smiled pityingly,
| as one knowing that parsons and their
| friends were apt to tell unlikely tales. And
then George poured his scory-or party Of
| his st lry-Into the polceman's ear, ald re-
ceived the advice to go at once to Mr. Hell
| mont, who would be sure to know whether
Mrs. Flint were alive or dead, and
neutrality-suspicious. her granddaughter had
been seen lately in Mil street.
So George tramped off to Helmont's
| lodgings. He was becoming too dazsl and
bewildered to think of saving time, or he
would have taken cab instead of plung-
| ing through the dreary East End streets.
| he found MS cousin at home, however an
he had not uttered two words before Hell
| mont. by means of the intuition with which
he see ned to have been especially gifted,
| knew that he was in trouble, and asked him
| what was the matter.
"Tel me first" said Eastwood, in a dull
| tone, sis old Sarah Flint-Je5s' grand
mother, you know-alive or deadN
GAS far as know she is alive"
"And llving-where"
Helmont considered for moment.
''She has left her old lodgings in Mill
street. o. you know thata | heard that a
woman called Alice Drew was taking care
Of her. Alice Drew is a Stun Sister"
| And Eyre is a SIlvationist,n sail
| George, strangely. 20, the two are in col
| lusion, no doubt"
And then he sat down and pressed his
hands upon his face
"My dear fellow, what is wrong9" asked
He'll
| The words seemed 50 wild that he fancied
| Georges mind must be disordered. Then,
| finding that his cousin did not answer, he
went on TRANQUILITY:
Eyre is not exac .ly Saivationist now.
| believe. He was tried IN the balance and
found wanting, they say. He would not
| give up some foolish scheme on which he
| had set his heart, and his superiors said
| rightly enough-that he could not do their
work until he had cast out the accursed
| thing'-you know their phraseology? So,
although he goes to their meetings, he is not
a paid agent of theirs; he works as a cabi-
net maker STILL"
what was his schsmeT George asked,
| hoarsely.
'I can't tell you. heard that It was
| some plan of revenge on persons who had
| injured him, but though | tackled him
myself about 1t, could not get him to
speakn
81 understand. He thought himself
wronget my me. and thiS-this is his re-
| vengeln
| And then, almost without knowing why,
almost to his own surprise George broke
down, and sobbed aloud. In great alarm,
Helmont laid his hand on the young mans
| shoulder.
! George, what is it2 What is wrong?
| What can you meaup
And as George was still incapable of an
swering, his mind few swiftly back to the
scene which only last night Diana had de-
| scrlbed to him-the meeting of herself and
| Col Eastwood with "Miss Jessica Strongn
in the Bond street picture gallery. The in
cident had greatly startled him; and it was
with positive terror that be now-not
twenty-four hours later-saw George be-
fore MIN apparently PROSTATE with de-
spair.
George" he said at last, sis this
trouble Of yours concerned with-Jess
Armstrong;
''Of course 1t Is" George answered al
most angrily "You have known it all
along. l love her better than my life, al
though she--poor soul-fa cied perhaps
that did not care for her so much--uot
care for her, IW He lifted up his head and
laughed bitterly, but the laugh was sadder
than his tears. ~ never loved any other
! woman, and she--she has been stolen from
me-or she has left me. l do not know
which 10 say. For Gods sake, help me,
| Frank IN U0t 0ar