The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-09-07

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head striking sharp stone, and though
Mrs Treyylian had beaten Olive severely
(for tho first and only time) she had
maintained a logged and ilnpenitent ST.
lenee.
And even now, though they were the
best of friends, or apparently SO, there
were times when Madge failed to under
stand Olive, times when her aunt would
watch her anxiously. yet secretly, with
the shadow of ever growing dread upon
her.
Harold Darlington sat reading The
Penzance Herald, or appearing to do SO,
while Olive, half hidden by high old
fashioned screen, was mending house
linen at small wicker table, but watch
ing him furtively. Presently she saw
his face grow deathly pale, and he leaned
his head on his hand with a groan He
did not see Olive, and she made no
sound. Crushing up the paper with
nervous force, he left the room. When,
a little later, Mrs Trevylian inquired for
it it was not to be found.
The next day Olive walked down to
the village and asked Ben Trebilco to get
her another copy of that weeks Herald,
telling Judith to keep it until called for.
Meanwhile she continued to watch
every night at the window, and three
times had she seen Harold go from the
house and re-enter it again in the same
stealthy way
On the day appointed she called at the
post Office for the paper, and going on to
the gorse covered Ynoorland she sat down
in the shadow of q deserted quarry, to
read it alone. Twice she ran her eye
over the sheets without finding any clew
to what she sought. At last she turned
to the advertisements. These also she
read nearly through before the following
words riveted her attention, and made
her breath come in short, quick gasps:
Five Hundred Pounds Reward Missing, since
the beginning Of July last, gentleman, aged
from thirty-five to forty, tall, with dark hair be-
ginning to turn gray, dark rnnstache, bronzed
complexion, gray eyes; small crimson mole or
birth mark on right temple. scar, deep, as of cut
on back of one hand When last seen was dressed
In brown tweed suit, wideawake TO match, black
tie, with Indian gold scarf ring. Linen probably
marked II. G. Any one giving Information as to
the present whereabouts Of the above described
win receive the reward named. Bolton & Baker,
solicitors Andrews Court. st. swithin's Inn,
London.
So that was why Harold Darlington
had destroyed The Penzance Herald.
That he was the person named in the
notice Olive had not the shadow of a
doubt. The description correspondent
exactly. True, HaroS1 had no mus
tache, but under the circumstances that
slight discrepancy was easily accounted
for. The rest agreed to hair, even to
the small red mark ON the temple and
the scar, which she had often noticed.
Once Mrs. Trevylian had asked how this
had been done; but he had parried the
question with an embarrassed laugh.
Olive tore the newspaper to fragments,
but cut out the notice first with her pen
knife and put it away carefully in her
purse.
Then, with an odd, cruel smile playing
round her mouth and look of set reso-
luton on her face, she made her way
home.
She came in by path leading through
the back garden, for, always secretive,
even when there was no reason, she did
not choose her aunt and cousin to know
that she had been down to the village
Voices arrested her steps as she passed
by tiny rustic arbor, where she and
Madge frequently sat with their work in
summer.
Olive paused and listened. Some words
had met her ear that held her motionless
with set lips and glittering eyes full of
wild scorn and envious rage. Madge
was the speaker; her companion was
Harold Darlington.
Eyes, I have noticed it, though l have
said nothing You are looking ILL., I'M
like yourself, Mr.. Darlington. 1 have
thought sometimes that you have had
bad news-are in trouble, perhaps. lido
not want to pry into your affairs, but if
we could help you IN any way-mother
is very clever; she might think Of some
thing, and p Madge blushed shyly
and paused.
'And you? What then? Speak, Madge.
Were it as you say, you would at least
be sorry for me?' Harold's deep, keen
eyes seemed to read her very soul.
Indeed / should, Mr.. Darlington; you
know that well. "
Madge's eyes were suspiciously moist;
Harold's frame quivered with uncontrol-
liable agitation. He took the girls hand
in his and pressed it to his lips. She did
not resist, but looked at him with great,
startled eyes, into which new light had
come. In that moment Madge Trevyl-
ian stepped over and left behind forever
the narrow boundary
Where womanhood and childhood meet
'Madge, my little Madge, I am in
trouble indeed. Child, you have guessed
my secret. But no one can help me;
must bear my burden all alone in silence.
Yet it comforts me to know you are sor-
ry for me, dear"
She had hidden her face IN her hands,
and was leaning upon the little, round
rustic table, trembling and not daring to
lift her face to his gaze, lest he should
read the truth and discover what she
sought to hide from him.
Eyes" he continued, gently, sit makes
it easier to bear. Oh, Madger' with a
cry of utter desolation, 'syou do not
know what my life has been. / have
touched the summit of mans ambi-
tion-have been envied, courted; and