Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-11-05
conduct me into the presence of Lady

conduct me into the presence of Lady Arlington
 My mother declines to see you,'' George said, confronting him with so stern an expression that Harry was con- strained to whisper in his ear that Hayter's gray hairs protected him troul violence.
 Really, my good fellow, as I have not the slightest desire to make your mothers acquaintance, you will pardon me if say your remark borders on an impertinence," Hayter declared with superb superciliousness. "You are speaking to Lady Arlington's son, sir." MT. Hardcastle interrupted fercely.
 "And you, sir9' Hayter asked in suaye tones, "what role do you play in this little comedy?" But even he blanched, as Hardcastle, ignoring his insolence, said in quiet, business-like way: Harry, guard the door-Bladon, take your place at the window-the village constable will soon be here.''
 Then, turning to his wife, he added in stage whisper:
 Do you recognize him, Esther, as the man, who, under the guise of photog- | rapher, entered your house in New York, the night after Ambrose Arling- | ton was murdered, and stole his pa pers?"
 'I do."
 Was it by design that at this critical moment Harry Evesham left the room without even closing the door behind him? If so, the ruse succeeded admira- l ply: for no sooner did Hayter see the chance of escape, than he made a dash for liberty. At the door stood boy with his horse. With one wild spring he was on the animals back, and be- | fore Bladon, who, oddly enough, tum- bled over Harry and George in his vio- lent effort to stop him, could reach him, he was gone.
 "I hated to let the villain escape so easily" Harry said that evening when he and Hardcastle were smoking their cigars.
 But we could not help it, Harry" was the sage reply. "There was not a single crime with which we could charge him; and if there we're, it would have been at the cost of the reputation of Wanda's mother"
 "True, sir.'' | "Why, Harry" continued MT. Hard castle, waxing warm on the subject, eff that fellows conscience had not failed him when alluded to Ambrose Arlington's murder, he might have set us at defiance and given us world of ! trouble"
 "And you think we have seen the last of him?''
 Think! I'm certain. He is running he believes with the halter round his neck and he will not stay till he has put the sea between him and England"
 'No doubt he has made preparations for such an emergency"
 "Of course he has, having handled the revenues of this fine property so many years. But, 'pon my word, thought Bladon was going to spoil our little scheme. What tiger the old fellow is."
 "Isn't he? He toppled George and me over like nine pins, and even then nearly got his hand upon the horses bridle.''
 | (Which would all tend to assure MT. Hayter that delay would be dangerous" :" MT. Hardcastle chuckled.
 That was the last anyone in England saw of Paul Hayter. Lady Arlington, thoroughly repent ant, retired to tue Dower house, where she died few months after the excit- ing scene of Hayter's flight and her emancipation. She claimed to have acted under the spell of this accomplished rufian's mar vicious hypnotic powers, sacrificing at his will child, husband and honor-a story which Wanda devoutly believed and the others charitably accepted.
 Lord George Arundel, now Earl of : Arlington, married Kate Evesham, and Harry shortly afterward led to the altar the Lady Wanda.
 
 Glastonbury is great city now with wide streets and insignificant residences, and there to this day lives Harry Eve sham with his charming wife and grow ing family-rich, respected, loved by the poor, who never go empty from his door, still in the vigor of life and with } hope many years of happiness before him.
 i Not to know Mrs. Evesham in Glas |; tonbury argues yourself unknown. She is the idol of old and young, and yet SC unassuming has been her manner that her friends would be as astonished tc learn that she was an earl's daughter
 as they would to be told that she was the heroine of such dramatic story as
 involves the career of NUMBER SIx's . SISTER.
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