The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1890-11-02
TbQ Great Composite Novel.
THE JOINT WORK OF

sorb. If you were my wife I'd keep you
angry all the time. Conscience? BAH
the thing went out Of style before you
were out of bibs. It's indigestion that's
bothering you. I'll mix you a powder
when l go to my room.
"Now, Miss Crawford is expected in
San Francisco Monday evening. She
will stay at a private house, the name
and number of which l will give you,
and want you to go to her with let
ter her father has written and look after
her. l am determined to marry her and
you can help me-"
"And what if / refuse?"
''Pm determined that you will not re-
fuse, and the sooner you understand that
the better. Do you hear what am say
ing: Look at mel"
LET me go"
ANSWER me first"
Unable to move a muscle under his
grip Miss Brown felt her senses Keeling
beneath his hideous gaze and for an in
slant was overpowered.
The doctor gave her arm sudden
twist that brought the girl to her feet.
Then fixing his black, beady eyes on her,
and looking steadily at her trembling
lids till she raised her eyes to his face,
he said clearly and decidedly:
You will do as tell you? Say you
will"
A shade passed across the pale face of
the governess. 1t was there an instant
and gone in an instant, but Miss Brown
was conscious Of it, for she raised her
left hand to brush it away, and as she
did so gasped, Yes" and tore away the
lace from her throat.
Now you are reasonable. Sit down
and listen to me. Tell Mr.. Crawford i'll
the morning that you had dream, that
YOU saw Edna on sick bed, neglected
and alone. Tell him you saw her
mother What the devil ais your"
Don't say any more, for heavens
sake! l know what to tell him." and
she buried her face in her hands as if to
shut out vision too horrible to contem-
plate.
Il am willing and all that, DR.. Wat
son, but | know l can't help you and it's
no use sending me. Miss Edna does not
trust me. She breads me and fear her.
can't look into her face, and have not
been able to meet her eyes since the
night made her mother use your vim
aigrette.
Asleep or awakeit' all the same, and
the older the daughter grows the stronger
becomes the resemblance to her mother.
1t is wasted time; | can't stay with her
or near her. and | won't try. l will go
to California with the letter, if that will
do you any good, but there isn't money
enough in America to keep me in her
service"
And that is final, is it,"
Eyes"
"Does it occur to you that l have evil
dence sufficient to convict you of muir
der:"
"Who ever heard of an accomplice
hanging and an adept scoundrel who has
won success as thief, bigamist, forgerer
and blackmailer escaping Judgment?
There was profit in Mrs. Crawford's
death, and you know who got her fort
une and what became of her property"
Hold your tongue, you jade. Your
wages will depend upon the success of
your dream tomorrow morning. We
give up these quarters this week without
fail, and on second thought it will be
better to have you travel with US as
nurse or companion, or secretary to Mr.,
Crawford.
ITO save you the trouble of planning
an escape l might as well tell you that
have paid a private detective TO watch
you, and that l am determined to have
your assistance. So good night, dear.
Get as much rest as you can, for it's a
long, weary run from here to Frisco"
Banker Hartman's house in Stuyvesant
square was as gay as palace for coro-
nation. Incandescent lanterns hung in
the branches of the trees, flooded the
scene below with soft light. and wove a
delicate tapestry of skeleton leaves and
graceful branches over pavement, street
and wall. From curbstone TO doorstep
stretched carpet and canopy, one hung
with little chamber lanterns. from the
jewels of which the light streamed in
soft splendor, and the other hedged with
date and fan palms
White hveried grooms stood at TIE
carriage step to assist the wedding
guests, and in the vestibule and along
the staircase We're servants of mscruta-
bic face and faultless dress, each with a
single phrase to deliver by way of direc-
ton to the bewildered company.
The air was redoleHt with the breath
of roses, and up from an arbor of palm
and oleander floated the light strains OF
mandolins, flutes and harp, rapturous as
love itself.
Newell posts and balustrades were
twined with roses and rosemary; win
dow seats and mantel shelves were cush-
toned with violets and dsfodils: gor-
seous balls of hydranges ard chrysan-
themum filed the freplaces. and invisi-
bly, hung against screens of smilax was
wainscoting of orchids extending
through the drawing room ana npraT,
The alcove of the music room had
been turned into a nuptial bower. Al
umbrella of white buds rooted the in
closure, the walls were tapestried with
pink roses, and just within the floral
gates stood prie-dieu of carved ivory
and golden satin, where Henry Henshall
would kneel with his bride 10 receive
the nuptisl benedictlon.
Up in one of the sumptuously appoint
ed guest chambers sat the painter in the
attitude of penitent, desolate rs a
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