Fort Worth weekly gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-09-11

alt is a very painful one-but some
one must do lift you wish me to do so i,
| will break il to her as gently as can -
said Erne, and he thought also at this
moment of another woman to whom the
terrible news would have to be told.
They settled then that Erne, the in
speotor, and Mr.. Gibson were to return
at once to Maidenhead, aud the two
policemen to remain in charge of the
dead body until relieved by some of their
comrades. The inspector, of course had
a great deal of necessary business before
| him, and therefore made haste to leave
the little riverside villa, where Gerard
Lord Gilmore, had lain hidden away so
long, and with q very heavy heart Erne
started on his sad errand.
They rowed back to Maidenheau and
then parted, Erne proceeding to the
Rookery to see poor May and Mr.. Gibson
hurrying homewards, full of his dread
full discovery. And when Erne reached
the picturesque, roomv old house where
May had spent her brief married life, he
felt the task he had undertaken almost
too heavy for him. He rang the door
bell and asked to see Lady Gilmore, and
while he was speaking to the servant q
pale faced, followed, anxious looking
young woman came into the hall and
looked eagerly at Erne.
'Do you want to see me? Have you
brought any news?'
"Are you Lady Gilmore?" answered
Erne, taking off his hat.
eyes; but has anything been disoov-
cred? ] heard they were going to search
the house the young man said he had
seen my-poor husband go to? Oh,
please, sir, tell me-do you know any
thing?'
"I-have brought YOU some news, -
said Erne in faltering voice; az knew
Lord Gilmore
"But what; what is the news?' cried
the unhappy young woman, seizing
Erne's hand and looking wildly at him.
"Ahl' and she gave loud shrek; 81
see it written in your face-rhey have
found him dead!''
81 wish had good news for you. Lady
Gilmore; but, unhappily 1 have noti''
Again a wild and bitter shrek escaped
from Mays quiverlug lips.
al knew i'll knew it! He is dead!'
she cried. "Oh, sir, speak!' she went
on, wringing he hands together in her
bitter distress; "nothing you can tell me
is worse than what ] think. The night
aud dark was following him. Oh. my
poor Gerard-my poor, poor Gerard
Her grief seemed absolutely over
whelming, and with the deepest feeling
of pity in his heart, Erne put out his
hand and led her into q room, the door
of which was standing open.
'Tell me everything, she wept and
prayed, and with faltering lips Erne at
last told her part of the sad truth.
"Lord Gilmore is dead he said; but
how could he go on with the dreadful
story?
'Where is he? Let me go to him?''
she cried wildly. "why have they not
brought him homer
''He Is at the little villa that they
searched to-day; they will bring him
home presently, - said Erne, trying to
speak soothingly.
"At the little villa? All this time!
Then, then he was murdered there;
murdered that dreadful night!''
Shrek after shrek now burst from
Nays frenzied lips, and in vain Erne
and the servants, who now ran in, tried
TO compose her. 1t was terrible scene,
and in the midst of it a grsve-faced
elderly man walked into the room and at
once went up TO the unhappy woman and
laid his hand tenderly on her shoulder.
"They have told thee, then, my dear,
dear lass!' he said, in voice full of
compassion. "1t's sore, sore grief;
but for thy old fathers sake try to bear
it,
"Ohl father, he was murdered-my
Gerard, my poor, poor Gerard. OH
father take me to him now.
arms as she spoke, and John Summers
drew her to his breast and kissed her
brow.
lass he whispered, 'think, for thy
BARN s sake.
"And he will never see it, walled
poor May; "and-and 1 hope SO much
l thought at least he would love the
child
All this was becoming so intensely
painful to Erne that he felt he could en-
dure it no longer.
"Cau be of any possible use to you
OF Lady Gilmore?" be said, addressing
John Summers. 81 knew Lord Gilmore,
and if L can do anything for you
"Thank you kindly, SIR answered
the old man. "My poor girl is in bitter
grief, or she, too, would thank ye-butI
would just like word or two with We
before We go-May, my lassie, I'n be
back to We in moment. -
He placed her on couch as he spoke,
and beckoued to one of the servants to
go near her, and then he left the room
with Erne, and took him to another and
clos ed the door.
81 heard down In the town, sir. 3" he
said, "that a soldier gentleman
who had known the poor lad
who is gone, who had been with
the police to-day, when his body was
found, and that you had come here to
tell my daughter-you' be the gentle
man, suppose2'
Eyes; l was there when Lord Gill
more's body was found. -
"They say he was buried in the garden
of the villa. Is that so?''
Eyes, Ana then Erne described
how the unhallowed grave had been dis
covered, and the old man groaned and
solemnly raised his hand.
"Tbe Lord Himself pointed out the
spot, - he said. "Though they had hid
den the poor lad away IN the deep earth.
his blood still cried out for vengeance. -
sit is terrible affair, and my heart
bleeds for your daughter.
"They grew up together, sir-boy and
girl-and were sweethearts when they
were but BARNS, and Nays heart was
just set upon him. Aye, it was an Ill