Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-05-25

that point he would still have q word with
Owen Davies and Elizabeth.
Scarcely had he made up his mind when
Elizabeth and her father entered. Clearly
from their faces they had as yet heard
nothing.
Geofrey rose, and Elizabeth caught sight
of him standing with glowing eyes and
face like that of Death himself. She re-
coiled in alarm.
"What brings you here, Mr.. Binghsm?"
she said, in her hard voice.
Cannot you guess, Miss Granger2" he
said, sternly. ga few days back you made
I certain charges against your sister and my
self in the presence of your father and Mr..
Owen Davies. These charges have been
communicated to me, and 1 have come to
answer them and to demand satisfaction tor
them"
Mr.. Granger fdgeted nervously and looked
as though he would like to escape, but
Elizabeth, with characteristic courage, shut
the door and faced the storm.
'Yes, did make those charges, Mr.. Bing-
ham, she said, ''and they are true charges
But stop; we had better send for Beatrice
first"
You may send. but you will not find
her."
"What do you mean7 What do you
mean?" asked her father, r,sapprehensivelY.
at means that he has hidden her away, I
| suppose, said Elizabetl, with q sneer.
Il mean, Mr.. Granger, that your daugh-
ter Beatrice is dead"
For once startled out of her self command,
| Elizabeth gave little cry, while her father
| staggered back glinst the wall.
Dead! deadl What do you mean? How
did she die?" he asked.
''That is known to God and her alone"
| answered GeOffrey. ''She went out last
| evening in her canoe. When I arrived here
this morning she was missed for the first
| time. 1 walked along the beach and found
the canoe and this inside OF it." and he
placed the sodden shoe upon the table.
There was a silence. In the midst of il
Owen Davies burst into the room, with Wild
eyes and dishevelled hair.
"1s it true?" he cried, "tell met can
not be true that Beatrice is drowned. She
cannot have been taken from me Just when
was going to marry her. Say that it is
not truep'
A great fury filed Geotfrey's heart. He
walked down the room and shut the door, q
red light swimming before his eyes. Then
he turned and gripped Owen Davies shoul-
der like o wise.
"You accursed blaekguard-you unmanly
cur Ne SAUL you ana In9L HlckeQ
woman" and he shooS lis hand at Eliza
beth, "conspired together TO bring a slur
upon Beatrice. You did more; you threat
ened to attack me, to try and ruin me if she
would not give herself up to you. You
Ioathsome hypocrite, you tortured her and
frightened her; now am here to righten
you. You said that you would make the
country ring with your tales. tell you
this-are you listening to me? If you dare
to mention her name in such q sense, or il
that woman dares, will break every bone
in your wretehed body-by heaven I will
kill youp' and he cast Davies from him, and
as ne did SO, struck him heavily across the
face with the back of his hand.
The man took no notice either Of his words
or of the deadly insult of the blow.
els it true?" he screamed. sis it true that
she is dead2"
'Yes," said Geoffrey, following him, and
bending his tall, square frame over him, for
Davies had staggered against the wall, yes,
it Is true-she is dead-and beyond your
reach forever. Pray to God that you may
not one day be called her murderers, all Of
you-you shameless towards.
Owen Davies gave one shrill cry and sank
in huddled heap upon the ground.
"There is no God, he moaned; "God
promised her to me, to be nv own-you
have killed her; you-you seduced her first
and then you killed her. believe you
killed her. Oh, shall 90 madP'
mad or sane. said Geofrey, Say those