Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-12-18

WIDOW, Mr.. Rlce, the lawyer ana mr..
Orde met in the drawing room after ell
was over for the reading of the will.
James Orde was already aware that he
was appointed sole executor.
As matter of course the bulk OF Mr..
Lumsden's property devolved upon his
wife and children. To his brothers was
bequeathed legacy of one thousand
guineas, and to his cousin, Eustace
Crake, one of five hundred guineas.
There were minor legacies to Mr.. May
and others, while to Mr.. Orde was de-
vised diamond breastpin and one or
two other mementos.
"And, pray, where is Mr.. Eustace
Crake to be found?" asked Mr.. Orde OF
Mr.. Charles Lumsden, when the lawyer
had brought his reading to an end. 1t
was the first time he had heard OF the
existence OF such person, or IL he had
heard Of it in years gone by he had for
gotten.
THAT Is more than 1 can tell you"
was the reply. ''All his life Eustace
Crake has been one of those rolling
stones which are proverbially said to
gather DO moss. Indeed, IL l were to
term him the scapegrace Of the family,
l could hardly be indicted for libel.
am quiGe aware that my poor brother
had always sort OF sneaking regard
for him, but for my part any couslnly
feeling | may once have had for him
died out long ago."
Then l suppose our only chance OF
finding him is to advertise for him?"
THAT is what 1 should recommend.
AT the present moment he may be In
Tmbuctoo or Picking.
AS it turned out, however, no adver-
tisement was needed. On going through
his friends private papers few days
later Mr.. Orde found among them let
ter Of recent date from Crake-an ap-
plication, in point of fact, for what he
termed "a further loan" of twenty
pounds, attached to which was the It's
sue paper press copy OF Mr.. Lumsden's
reply, in which occurred these words:
Il wholly decline to lend you any
more money; why not say give, for that
is what ii really comes 20? because am
convinced that the various sums you
have already had from me have done
you more harm than good. Should L,
however, happen to predecease you, you
will find that l have not forgotten you
In my will"
Crake's letter was dated from some
obscure street in Pentonville, TO which
address NJ. Orde at once wrote, asking
| the legatee TO call upon him with as lit
tie delay as possible. Crake was shown
into Mr.. Orde's Office next morning as
the clock was striking eleven. He was
q handsome but dssipated looking man,
with sunken cheeks, heavy mustache
| and red trimmed eyes; in age somewhere
between thirty and forty. His clothes
were OF a fashionable if somewhat horSy
cut, but worn TO the verge OF shabbi-
ness. His demeanOr was curious COM
pound Of jauntiness and servillty, but
| there was a yelled insolence In his eyes
which proclaimed him for the bully he
| doubtless was at heart. A swarthy
| flush flowed through his sallow cheeks
| when told for what sum his name was
down on his cousins will
Poor Tedr' he murmured, half under
his breath. "Who could have dreamed
that he would come to 50 terrible an
end?"
at seems somewhat singular, Mr..
| Crake," said the merchant, that you
did not think fit, more especially in view
| of all he had done for you from time TO
| time, TO attend your cousins funeral.
You can scarcely plead ignorance OF the
| fact OF his death, or the mode OF 1t. see
| ing that there was not a newspaper In
the kingdom which did not publish am
pie details of the affair"
al was in Paris at the time, and while
there never saw an English paper. 1t
has been source of regret to me ever
since that l was unable to pay last
tribute OF affection and regard to one to
whom l owe so much.
The words themselves showed no lack
Of good feeling, yet there was something
in tue way they were spoken that grated
! on Mr.. Orde's ears. Before more could
be said the door opened and in came
Charles Lumsden. 1t was his last day
| ia London, and he had come to bid MIR.
Orde goodby. lie started as his eyes
! fell on Crake.
"Hcllo, Garryl you here? Where on
earth have you sprung trom?" he eX-
claimed.
1t was Orde's turn to start when the
word "Garry" fell from Charles Lums-
den's lips. For the next minute or moro
he was as one in dream, needing moth
ing of what the two were saying to each
other,
Again he seemed to hear the last
words of his poor murdered friend, "Oh,
Harry. Harry, this from you?" Next
moment, however, he asked himself
whether the name which had thus
reached his ears might not have been
Garry and not Harry, as he had not un-
naturally assumed it to be, In which
case there could be but little doubt that
the assassin of Edward Lumsden was at
that moment sitting within hal! dozen
wards of him. 1t was possibility which
sent a chill shudder through him from
head to toe. He sat for several seconds,
staring dumbly at Crake, and it was as
we'll then perhaps that just then all the
latter's attention was given 10 Charles
Lumsden. Presently he arose to take
his leave.
"Then I may look to hear from you,
Mr.. Orde, at the earliest possible mo-
ment," he said as he turned to the mer-
chant.
"As soon as the estate has been wound
m. Mr.. Crake, and probate granted,
you may rely on my communicating with
you"
Hardly was the door shut behind him
before Orde said to Lumsden:
"Why did you just now address that
man by the name OF Garry?"
"The explanation is very simple.
When be and l and my brother were
! lads together, each of US was known to
the others by nickname. Mine was
Dixie, Crake's was Garry; what poor
Ted's was 1 have now forgotten"