The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1890-03-15

tones of his voice, the expression of his
face as he uttered them, ever cease to
haunt me?
This, then, was the story which, q few
seasons ago, had been the talk of the
sporting world!
When certain Mr.. and Mrs. Dudley
took up their abode in far-otf Northshire.
and the huntingmen, who were so cordial
with Jack Dudley in the field. wished
their wives and mothers TO call upon his
wife, they inquired first, who was she?"
Lester Hargreave's daughter"
Why, every NJ. f. II. In the kingdom
would remember the tragic tale the very
moment the name was spoken. And how
the news would spread,
Need | wonder any longer that no call
ers came to Langdale Grange? Need l
wonder now what Edna Lynton meant
when she tried all woman could to dis
suade me from this fatal marriage?
FOOL Blind, infatuated dupe that |
had been to sell my liberty for the sake of
a beautiful face and-Mammon!
But. alas, more remained to he discov-
cred. The part DR.. Gascoigne played in
this wretcned drama was still to be ex-
planned; and l vowed to heaven l would
neither sleep nor rest till the mystery sur
rounding him was solved.
lett Lelcestelsnlre py the urst train
next morn ng.
How long the return journey seemed
how wearisome all the changes and de-
lays? 1t was nearly 9 at night when 1
found myself once more at Wexham.
had telegraphed from York for cab
to meet me- md two were waiting out
side the station. Selecting that to which
a pair of horses was attached, | was
about to enter it, when the driver stopped
me. 1t was engaged, he said, for lady.
l therefore took possession of the other,
and we We're soon passed by the two
horse cab which l could not help MOTTO
ing was being driven at unusual speed.
About half mile from the Grange we
met the same vehicle returning; a ray OF
moonlight glinting in showed me that it
was empty.
The entrance to the grounds was
reached. The gates stood open. few
seconds more and should be in the pres
ence of my wife Sudden conviction th 1t
l was not prepared assaied me- | called
my bag. and walked slowly along the
moonlit carriage-drive.
] did this to gain time-to no other mo-
tive can | assign the action-t gun time
to frame the words which could best ex-
cuse my absence and explain why / had
returned day earlier than | had named
1t was supposed l had gone to York
about horse. l had not bought the
horse. The less said the better.
Still brooding over my somber thoughts,
almost unconsciously l turned along a
favorite walk which led round the side of
the house. All here lay in deepest shadow;
but a broad flood of light from the
music room window Gro sea the path and
lost itself III the shrubbery beyond
George is in there, | thought; but,
instead of Fastening forward, | stood still
One minute more with the fresh March
wind blowing on me-one minute more,
and then
| was close by the French window; l
had even advanced step with the in
tention of tapping on the pane to be let
in. as / had done numberess times be-
fore, when it was flung suddenly OPEN
and shadow fell along the Illuminated
space.
There, that is better. The air will
soon revive you" And the voice was the
voice of Gascoigne, but he spoke with a
tenderness | had never heard from him
before.
"Ies-I-I can breathe now" And
these words were spoken by my wife.
The shadow seemed then to separate
to form two: and / felt certain that he,
Gascoigne, my frieRd-heaven save the
mark!-had been hold ng her in his arms.
The conversation that ensued was clearly
a continuation of one that had been 60
ing On inside the room
fro BE Continued