Catoctin clarion., 1890-07-17

the stairs, out into the street, and away
toward the busy highway at the end.
She had money with her, abundance
Cor her purpose. and hailing cab she
drove to the police station.
After an hours interview with a very
delighted and rstonished inspector, the
brave g,rl drove off again, this time to
the railway station at Euston.
1t was apparently very pleased and
self possessed young lady who took "
first class ticket by the express to Deep.
ford, who gave the porter halfa crown
to obtain her carriage to herself, aud
who made herself cozy in corner for
her long journey.
But It, tie train began to tear madlv
along, shrieking through the fields and
villages, May Fielding lay in tdmbled
heap on the floor of the carriage, o5liv-
ious to all.
Mrs Raymond and Clare SIT in the
drawing room at the lodge.
The former was indulging in one Of
her favorite maps Glare had been pre-
tending to read, but as soon as the reg
ular breathing Of her mother told her
that she was in land Of dreams, she
threw aside her book tc think.
The flight Of May had caused the ut
most CONSERVATION none the less so
when it was found that, in virtue of her
fathers foolish will, she had transferred
all her money in the alliance bank to
Mr.. Thomas hartley.
Clare, of course, kept silent, refusing
to Judge her in any way only express
ing Il hope that City LEstrange would
be satisfied now Of the worthlessness Of
the girl with whom be had been so iu-
tituated.
That morning news had come that
the injured woman at tie lnirmary had
recovered her senses and was able to be
carried to the court but az to the re-
suit, nothing was yet known.
And so in the shadow of the big room
Glaze sat at the window looking across
the lawn and hoping-hoping that she
might see the tall form of Guy LES
TRANCE strdlng across it.
Hark. sounds ofwheels approaching,
then Il loud rat at-tat-tat at the door,
Hurried steps cross the great hall, and
IN another moment the door opens and
Guy l. Estrange rushes in, followed by
Paul Armstrong.
A girls figure springs to meet him
and is c!asped to his painting heart
while passionate kisses rain upon her
lips.
Surely that moment was heaven tc
Clare Raymond.
She knew that that fond cmbIace
those eager kisses, were not for her
but none the less was it rapture to lie
in his arms, lip to lip, for the first and
it might be, the last time.
a servant in another moment entered
with lights, and Glare struggled away,
smiling and covered with blushes.
You did not give me time, Guy she
said, 'to explain the mistake Then
she added gravely: "Have you not
heard p
Guy L'fstrange felt gid"y scnsa
ton of dread stealing over him, and he
grasped tue table for support.
Heard what he cried. 'Sreak
tell ne where is May
She is not here. She has fled, said
Glare in her gentlest and most studied
accents. Sit down, Guy, and listen
He did, his BRAIN whirlng and his
heart turning sick with dread.
But he listened to the end without
interrupting.
Then the whole thing was clear tc
him.
She has been ca]olrl away deceived
by likeness he said. II know now
feel now that the whole secret Of this
infamous affair lies in nutshell. | had
a lwin brother (Which was the cause OF
the strange marks on our arms,) and
was led to believe by ny fathcr and all
my family that he died at the age of l6
have discovered since, through my
dear friend, Paul Armstrong here, that
he did not but was expelled from
school (whjlc l was at home in bad
health under tutor) and sent abroad
"He married in Australia the beautl.
full but unfortunate creature, who died
today, under the name Of Roy Talbot
his real name being Ernest l. Estrange
Before her death she eXonerated me
from all blame. In her lucid moments
she recognized the difference in our
facea, in the color of our eyes. in The
marks upon our arms. Wher she found
he had fed, leaving her, like the infa'