Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-03-02

ditch full of water. There they were found,
and went far to convince the jury ofthe truth
of his story. Thus it was that Beatrlce,s
quick wit laid the foundations of Geottrey's
great success.
This particular Monday was field day at
the yicarage. Jones had proved obdurate;
no power on earth could induce him to pay
the e34 lis. 4d. due on account of tlthe.
Therefore Mr.. Granger, fortified by Judg-
ment duly obtained, had announced his in
tention of distraining upon Jones' hay and
cattle. Jones had replied with insolent de-
fiance. If any bailif. or auctioneer, or such
people came to sell his hay he would kill
him or them.
So said Jones, and summoned his sup
porters, many Of whom owed 1.-THE, and none
OF whom wished to pay it, to do battle in
his cause For his part, Mr.. Granger re-
tained an auctioneer of undoubted courage,
who was to arrive on this very afternoon sup
ported by six policemen, and carry out the
sale Beatrice felt nervous about the whole
thing, but Elizabeth was very determined,
and the old clergyman was now bombastic
and now despondeut. The auctioneer ar
rived duly BY the o'clock train. He was
tall, able-bodied man, not unlike Geotrey in
appearance; indeed at 90 yards distance it
would have been difficult to tell them apart.
The sale was to take place at 2:30, and Mr..
Johnson-that was the auctioneer's name
went to the inn to get his dinner before pro-
ceeding to business. He was informed OF
the hostile demonstration which awaited
him, and that an English member of Parlia-
mcnt had been sent down especially to head
the mob; but being man of mettle pooh
poohed the whole affair.
"All bark, sir,' he said to Godfrey, "all
bark and no bite; I'm not afraid of these
people. Why, if they won't bid for the
stuff, will buy it myself"
"All right" said Geofrey, shut advise
you to lookout I fancy that the old man
is rough customer"
Then Godfrey went back to his dinner.
"You are not going, Mr.. Bingham, are
you?' asked Beatrice in voice which be-
traved her anxiety.
"Oh, yes," he answered, "of course I am.
l would not miss the chance tor words.
Why, Beecham Bones is going to be there,
the member OF Parliament who has just done
his four months for melting to outrage. We
are old friends; I was at school with him.
Poor fellow! he was mad even in those days,
and want to chaf him."
81 think that you had far better not go,
Mr. Bingham" said Beatrice; "they are
very rough SET"
Everybody is not so cowardly as you
are,' put in Elizabeth. II am going at any
rate"
sThats right. Miss Elizabeth" said
Geoffrey. "We will protecteach other from
the revolutionary fury OF the mob. Come,
it is time to start
And SO they went leaving Beatrice prey
to melancholy forebodings.
She waited in the house Tor the best part
of an hour, making pretense to play with
Effie. Then her anxiety got the better of
her. She put on her hat and started, leav-
ing Effie in charge of the servant, Betty.
Beatrice walked quickly along the cliff
till she came in sight of the Jones' farm.
From where she stood she could make OUT a
great crowd of men, and even, when the
wind turned toward her, catch the noise OF
shouting. Presently she heard a sound like
the report of gun, saw the crowd break up
in violent confusion, and then cluster to-
gether again a dense mass.
what could it mean?" Beatrice won
dered.
As the thought crossed her mind she per-
ceiyed two men running toward her with all
their speed, followed by a woman. Three
minutes more and she saw that the woman
was Elizabeth.
The men were passing her now.
"What is it?" she cried
"Murderr they answered with one voice,
and sped on toward Bryngelly.
Another moment and Elizabeth was at
hand, horror written on her pale face.
Beatrice clutched at her. "Who is it?"
she cried.
"Mr. Bingham" gasped her sister. $50
and help; he's shot dead!" And she too
was gone.
Beatrice's knees loosened, her tongue
clave to the roof of her mouth; the solid
earth spun round and round. "Geoffrey
killed. Geoffrey killed!' she cried in her
heart; but though her ears seemed to hear
the sound of them, no words came from her
lips. Oh, what should she do? Where
should she hide herself and her grief?
(1o be continued nezt Sunday.)