The Weiser signal. [volume] (Weiser, Idaho) 1890-1904, 1891-06-18
CHAPTER XXI.
A WOMAN WITH A MISSION.

'N'eh-' " - II n MloSlON.
Sarah Miller was woman with mi:
SION, however, OF personal not of ger
eral nature, Her mission as she read
was TO insure the worldly happiness @
her beloved mistress, and her faith in til
inspiration which prompted the task wa
such as TO make her believe that sh
would succeed
Everything in this woman s life turne,
OIL her devotion to Beatrice. uer min,
was IKE dark, sunless ruin, in the cen
Ter OF which spr ngs one pure whit
marble column, and that column was he
zoe Tor her mistress. The wild words sh
once used when telling Frank Carruther
what she could do for Beatrices sake. /
anything, fell short of the truth.
This then was the emissary who wen
forth on behalf of Beatrice, this, the bear
er of the flag of truce between her an(
Maurice Hervey. A strange intermediary
yet possessing some valuable qualifications
LOT the oihce, inasmuch as she was devot
ed to her own side, hated the foe and
above all, was full of the belief that in
some unknown way she would be guided
so to enable her to bring the negotiation
o satisfactorS issue.
She listened with apparent attention to
beatrice's many and clear instructions
put her thoughts were in reality far away.
In this matter she believed she was called
upon to act more the part of principal
Than that OF an agent Beatrice, who was
anxious to know how Hervey was to be
round, had to rest satisfied with the assur-
alce that Mrs. Miller would experience no
difficulty In tracing him.
Mrs. Miller reached London without any
mishap. Here she went to friends. the
one to whose care Beatrice s correspon-
dence had been intrusted. After nights
rest mad dispelled the fatigue of the Jour
hey' she began the first part of her missile IL
-tnat OF flnding Maurice Hervey
Inc TASK was simple one. She in
CURED until she ascertained where the
register OF ticket-of-leave men resident in
London was kept; then, upon applying at
tne proper oflce and satisfying the author
Lies that she sought the man for no evil
purpose, the address was given her. She
took cab and drove straight to Ii.
norVey was sitting in his cherries, sor-
ala room, smoking his short pine and
working out schemes of vengeance and
plumber much as he had worked them ont
in his secluded state in Portland prison.
For hours he had been ST ting and think
ing of the glorious life he would lead as
soon as he could ascertain the whereabou
oil his wife. Then ne would he able to
soar out of this slough of poverty, and
eat drink, and be merry. No wonder
then when ter the ceremony OF slight
knock, Sarah Miller opened the door and
$ ood before him, cry of absolute ioy
sprung from his lips. Next to Beatrice
sne was the one he most wished to see.
NOW That she was here, Beatrice must
also be accessible.
sarah, with her white, thin face. as
usual thrown into strong relief by her
somber garb, stepped toward Hervey and
ood looking at him with that peculiar
rapt preston which at times came over
her features. AS soon as he had recover
ea from his surprise at this unhope l-for
VISIT Hervey eyed the woman curious
~ put ior while there was silence be-
lWeeh them. sui she continued to gaze
'nu gaze at the man, not in anger, not in
ear nut as one actuatel by motives of
'uriosiiy' IL was kind of gaze which
10 one could be expected TO endure for
ong without signs of impatience.
What the devil are you looking at me
Ike that for!' asked Hervey. His rough
'olce brought Sarah back to herself. She
rev her hand across her brow.
ut is written there, 1t is written there. -
he muttered
What is written there, you old fool9''
sked Heryey.
ohe made no reply, but her thin lips |
moved ana again her eyes glanced at him |
With a wild, S range look.
''Sit down, " said Heryey sharn,v. ..ora
~ ana talk ike sensible woman, and
eep your Wits from wandering,
He ms hp1 a nhofr
own and seemed waiting for him to speak
gain. P0NN
We'll what do you WANT" he said al
1pro she sent your"
yes, my mistress sent me.n
"What for? Has she sent me anv mo,ar
Is she trying TO starve me9 Lei her
Ike care shall find her again some
n.y." s''A0
Yes, " said Sarah, in peculiar mechan-
al accents Yes, she has sent Won
oney. -"
How much is It? Hand 1t over. "
She drew n small bag from her noctat
ervey clutched 1t eagerly. There IL
ty pounds, " she said in the same me.
anical way as before.
Fifty pounds" exclaimed the man ,
rcely. 'What does she mean bv send.
2 me paltry sum like thatP Fiftv
unds whilst my wife has thousands =
arr
Take it or leave it as you choose. - said /
rah. '"'u :
Il II take IT. never fear. Oh, YES. III
Ie It, Perhaps It's meant as peace v
erlng Now let me hear what else Won :
We 10 say. You didn't come here inst 10 K
re me this wretched sum?" h
NO Maurice Hervey," she cried. "I o
ne TO ofier you the one chance, to show
the one way which is still open. Ii I,