The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1892-05-23

/ GIRL who 00I 0IrcaQy ~ t44 80 n
nineteen been committsd for ekttnsivb
thefts ana sdspscted Of completely 10
other worse crimes Into her own house
was nothing short Of madness, shorId
say"
2. And-and what was the end Of I'll"
at only shows there's neither good
nor gratitude to be got out Of these
wretches. This girl was loaded with
preserts and treated like daughter--
nothing was spared IN fact, for my frieD1
hoped TO prove by her example that
these criminals could be reclaimed IS
care and kindness. Poor soul she was
martyr TO her faith When the girl had
been with her about year, the potr
lady was persuaded TO make q will,
leaving all her property to this nameless
waif who had so effectually managed to
worm herself into her good graeei.
She was foolish enough to tell the girl
what she had done.n
An impressive pause, which Mr.. BoT-
yer broke into by asking abruptly
Did you know this before to-dayT
knew the beginning Of it, Of course
but the end Is only told now in this -
tapping lightly the letter In her hand.
60 on with the story"
lisa week ago since they found the
poor woman murdered In her bed. So
craftily was 1t managed that no sus-
picion seemed to attach to the girl, AMI
her guilt might have never been dis
covered had not her antecedents been
known. However, it's brought home to
her now, and will be warning, hope, to
others.n
Mr.. Bowyer remained doggedly mute.
whether the story was true or not, he
was sure 1t had been told for HIS benefit,
and naturally resented it. He was q
man who liked to go his way unques-
toned, and, having once adopted
course, never deviated from it.
What happy thing it is" AIrz.
Priolo went on, that we none of us
know the time and manner Of our death
Certainly the last person she would
have suspected of raising hand against
her was the outcast she had taken to
herself and treated as her own child"
Why do you say all this to me-
What have ! to do with ~
1t was you that insisted on my tell
ing the storyl You will do me justice
to remember | hesitated, knowing that
anything like that would be sure to
shock you in your present weak state of
health. OF course, II you wish to be
treated as an invalid only, and not
responsible person, at another time
will refuse to crafty your curiosity"
wish to be treated fairly and openly"
Have ! ever done otherwise 2" she
asked, with dignity.
" You act according to your lights, /
dare say but womens ways are not
mems ways. We attack an enemy face
to face-we don't stab him in the dark p
Why, really, Mr.. Bowyer, fail to
understand you! Who is talking Of
enemies and stabbing with an in
dulgent smile that drove him to further
lndiscretion.
Do you mean to say that you meant
no reflection on my-on Ellen Warde-
that what you told me was not to UNDER
mine my confidence In her ?''
Mrs. Priolo arose and pushed him
gently into his chair.
My dear sir, you are overtired and
upset, or you would not say such things.
What on earth could Miss Warde, your
niece, have In common with wretch res
cued from prison-a murderess2
You have been talking wildly; and /
must insist upon your resting now.
No. no-don't say anything more; de-
clare will not listen. Lie back and
close your eyes, or won't answer for
the consequences"
While all this took place below, Ellen
was kneeling beside the open window of
her room up stairs.
The fresh autumn air swept in and
lifted her short eurls, cooling her hot
face as she opened the letter that had
come at last. Its first perusal disap-
pointed her q without reason she
confessed, with self-upbraiding- for why
should she have expected more from bin,
or as much : 1t was kindly letter, and |
a friendly one. 4---,
My DEAR Miss wARDn Your note |
was forwarded to me only this morning, |
and / hasten to assure you that YOU have |
AOIHhAiS w AOuA lAOtu llOs Any llIIIlR YOU
have ever told me ! consider sacred, and
will guard more jealousy than any
secret Of my own. only wish / might
take the whole burden on myself and
leave you free.
telegram from Charlie, reminding
me that it was his birthday and begging
me to spend it with him, took me away
quite unexpectedly. For the first time
had forgotten it-afld this his coming |
of age tool We are too new to the
county to celebrate 1t in the usual way.
Maybe you won't believe that / am
already anxious to exchange the gayeties
of town for the quietude Of the Dover
House2 / should be glad II my boy
could accompany me, but / feel it Is too
much to ask Of him yet. hope that Mr..
Bowyer's health is improving, and that
you yourself are well. Until we meet.
which will be very soon, believe me,
Your sincere friend,
GEORGE SEVERN
"P. ST. have become quite fire.
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