Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-09-07
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moment of another woman to whom the
terrible news would have to be told.
They settled then that Erne, the in
| spector, and Mr.. Gibson were to return
at once to Maidenhesd, and the two
| policemen to remain in charge OF the
| dead body until relieved by some of their
comrades. The inspector, of course had
a great deal of necessary business before
him. and therefore made haste 10 leave
the little riverside villa, where Gerard
| Lord Gilmore, had lain hidden away so
| long, and with very heavy heart Erne
started on his sad eTrand.
They rowed back to Maidenhead and
then parted. Erue proceeding TO the
| Rookery to see poor May and Mr.. Gibson
| hurrYing homewards, full OF his dread
| full discovery. Aud when Erne reached
the picturesque, roomy old house where
May had spent her brief married life, he
felt the task he had undertaken almost
| too heavy for him. He rang the door
bell and asked to see Lady Gilmore, and
while he was speaking to the servant q
! pale faced, followed, anxious looking
| young woman came into the hall and
| looked eagerly at Erne.
"Do you want to see me? Have you
| brought any news?"
"Are you Lady Gilmore?" answered
Erne, taking off his hat.
! ayes; but has anything been discov-
cred? heard they were going to search
the house the young man said he had
seen my-poor husband 20 to? Oh,
please, sir, tell me--do you know any
thing2"
'I-have brought YOU some news, ="
said Erne in a faltering voice; al knew
Lord Gilmore
"But what; what is the newsP" cried
the unhappy young woman, Selling
Erne's hand and looking wildly at him.
"Ah!' and she gave q loud shrek; al
see it written in your face-they have
found him dpad!''
81 wish had good news for you Lady
Gilmore; but. unhappily l have not!'
Again n wild and bitter shrek escaped
from Mays quiverIug lips.
81 knew i'll knew It'll He is dead!'
she cried. "Oh, sir, speak," she went
on, wrinGing he hands together in her
bitter distress; "nothing you can tell ME
is worse than what ] think. The night
he went away dreGmt something black
and dark was following him. Oh, my
poor Gerard-mY poor, poor Gerard!'
Her grief seemed absolutely over
whelmInG, and with the deepest feeling
of pity in his heHrt, Erne put out his
hand and led her into a room, the door
of which WAS standing open.
"Tell me everything, - she went and
prayed, and with falterIng lips Erue at
last told her part OF the sad truth.
"Lord Gilmore is dead - he said; bnt
how could he go on with the dreadful
story?
"where is he2 Let me go to him2"
she cried wildly. "Why have they not
brought him homer
"He Is at the little villa that they
searched to-day; they will bring him
home presently, - said Erne, trying to
speak soOthinglY.
"At the little villa? All this time!
Then, then he was murdered there;
murdered that dreadful night!''
Shrek after shrek now burst from
May 9 frenzed lips, and in vain Erne
and the servants, who now ran in, tried
10 compose her. 1t was terrible scene,
and in the midst of it o grave-faced
elderly man walked into the room and at
once went uD to the unhappy woman and
laid his hand tendsrly on her shoulder.
"They have told thee, then, my dear,
dear lass!'' he said, in u voice full of
compassion. "It's sore, sore grief;
but for thy old fathers sake try to bear
it,
"Oh! f'rher, he was murdered-my
Gerard, my poor, poor Gerard. Oil
father, take me TO him now
She flung herself into her fathers
arms as she spoke, and John Summers
drew her to his breast and kissed her
brow.
''Hush, hush, my lass-my dear, dear
lass" he whispered, "tbink, for thy
BARNS sake
land he will never see it, walled
poor May; "and-and I hope so much
l thought at least he would love the
child. -
All this was becoming go intensely
painful to Erne that he felt he could en-
dure It no longer.
Scan I be OF any possible use to you
or Lady Gilmore?' be SAID, addressing
John Summers. al knew Lord Gilmore,
and if can do anything for you
"Thank you kindly, slr,'' answered
the old man. "My poor girl is in bitter
grief, or she, too, would thank ye-butI
would just like word or two 18th We
before We go-May, my lassie, IN be
back TO ye in a moment. -
He placed her on couch as he spoke,
and beckoued to one of the servants to
go near her, and then he left the room
with Erne, and took him to another and
closed the door.
az heard down in the town, sir, 1" he
said, 'that soldier gentleman
who had known the poor lad
who is gone, who had been with
the police to-day, when his body was
found, and that you had come here to
tell my dauehter-you be the gentle
man, l suppose2''
eyes; 1 was thers when Lord Gil
more body was found.
"They say he was buried in the garden
of the villa. Is that so?"
eyes Ana then Erns described
how the unhalIowed grave had been dis
covered, and the old man groaned and
solemnly raised his hand.
"Ths Lord Himself pointed out the
spot" he said. "Though they had hid
den the poor lad away IN the deep earth,
his blood still cried out for vengeance.
"It Is a terrible affair, and my heart
bleeds for your daughter.
"They grew up together sir-boy and |
girl-and were sweethearts when they
were but BARNS, and Mays heart was |
just set upon him. Aye, 1t was an Ill |
business that they ever took the lad away |
from the village where he was reared. |
They who placed him there had better |
have let him stayed, as nought but mis- |