The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-04-10
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rec, aud MS lett hand was clutchlng at his
! coat above the heart again.
81 beg pardon" said Mons. Dom, suavely
addressing him in English. ut is rude to
converse in foreign language, unless it is
understood. Do you speak French. sirF"
mot word, +" responded Hetheridge, in a
voice so strange that everybody turned to
look at him.
You're ill.," cried Weybridge. "Dom,
assist me 10 helping Mr.. Hetheridge into the
open air"
Hetheridge submitted TO their aid and
guidance, and was set upon a rustic chair
near the entrance TO the winery Mrs Wey-
bridge pressed upon him "A bottle Of SMELL
ing-salts, ana he sat shifting mechanically
at its contents, his head whirling mean
while. and his heart in an agony of fear.
Now, why should you have told me that
lie, my friend ~ Dom asked silently.
He was as sure that he had been under
stood as be had ever been Of anything.
it you must come into the house, said
rs. Weybridge, land rest yourself for a
Nine. A glass of wine will be good for
you"
Hetheridge made some slight resistance,
but permitted himself to be overpowered
His host lent him an arm and piloted him
across the lawn. Mrs. Redwood walked
sympathetcally on the other side, Mrs
Weybridge enlacing her waist with one
arm Dom stayed behind and kept COM
pletely persuaded every minute that he had
fathomed the Upnor mystery. He was fain
to confess that even il he had done as he
supposed, there was vet other mysteries to
be solved, but he could set only one con-
struction on the things ne had seen and
heard.
Hetherdge was petted good deal before
he was allowed to go away. Mrs. Red
wood, in especial, was sorry for him, and
was bent on proving that her GOODNESS of an
hour before related wholly to the lover, and
was not intended In anywise to touch the
friend. Being out Of reach of Dom's dis
turblng influence, he recovered his self-pos-
session, and as the best means of disarming
a suspicion which all the time he believed to
be impossible, he spoke to Weybridge of the
| incident which had upset him aud claimed
acquaintanceship with Dom.
II am afraid he must have thought me
either very forgetful or very cool, :" he said,
for knew him quite well in Australia
and at one time employed him. He had
charge of vineyard OF mine, but 1 was
lost in the bush and reported dead and
had never met him since until to-day. The
name. you see," he added, with a dreadful
attempt to smile. was associated more
strongly with that villain who owned it
| down at Upnor than with him."
He and Weybridge were alone at this
time, or he would not have dared this allu-
sion to the murder. 10 Weybridge the
mans ag tation seemed to be natural
enough. though the intensity of it looked
| alarming
you ought to get yourself overhauled
by doctor, Mr.. Hetheridge. Depend upon
| 1t, your state wants looking into. A strong
man like yourself should not have been so
overcome. The closeness of the atmosphere
and the shock acted together, no doubt. hut
you are probably working too hard or have
got out of order somehow"
81 felt a pain here,n Hetheridge an
swered, indicating by a gesture the region
Of the heart. IA swift shooting pain.
shall see a medical man when got back to
town.
He was glad of an opportunity for pre-
tense, for he knew that he had been danger
onsly near to betrayal Of himself even if
he not had, so far as Dom was concerned
actually fallen into it.
Why had the man looked at him so9 Was
there any meaning in the measured balance
OF his tone when he had said that the man
who bore his name had known him3 What
Of that allusion to Australia? Unless it
were meant to probe, to startle, it looked
meaningless.
As he walked toward the hotel at which
on his periodical visits to Wellsted he inva-
riably stayed, he felt that he moved among
fires. The thought of danger dulled the
sting of Ellice's refusal He had no time to
think OF that whilst it was possible after all
these years of immunity his neck might even
yet be in danger.
Mons. Dom, who was naturally of a So
ciable turn of mind, and a student of bu-
mainly into the bargain, besook himself to
the hotel that evening and sat down in the
bar parlor. He wanted to see among what
manner of men his new lot was cast, and
hoped in the course of time to choose a
companion or two with whom to exchange
ideas. AT Upnor he had found the society
in the homely parlor of the Black Bull to
be active against the tedium of long winter
evenings, and for an old bachelor there was
little better company TO be found than he
could discover amidst the respectable fire.
quenters of an old-fashioned hostelry.
lie called for his modest glass of we'll
watered brandy, lit his pipe, took up one of
that morning London papers, and settled
himself until such time as the guests should
begin to arrive. By and by a great
bearded. sun-burned fellow entered and
took his seat in a corner. The neat maid
entering with him, offered him a smiling
good evening, to which he replied with a
gruff good humor. He gave no order, but
the maid seemed to know his ways, and
busting from the room, returned in half a
minute with quart pewter filled with a
| dark brown beverage not unlike beer in ap-
pearance, but without a trace of foam on
the top of 1t. The pewter was flanked with
basin of coarse brown sugar and in the
basin lay a table spoon. The bearded man
stirred three spoonfuls of the coarse sugar
into the beverage before him, and Mons.
Dom regarding this, made a wry face un-
consciously.
The neat maid laughed.
81 dare say now" said the maid, 'the
gentleman thinks you're taking sugar with
your beer, Mr.. Potter"
MIR. Potter" said Mons. Dom, rising.
"How do you do, Mr.. Potter? l thought |
knew you, but l was not sure until l heard
your name. Is your head any better than
it was that morning in Melbourne about ten
years agoE'
why, bless my SOUL" cried Sam, ats
the little Frenchman. How are you,
matey! Bring your liquor over here and sit
down. Pm glad to see you"
And l." responded Mons. Dom, IAN
very glad to be seen. You are back Co old
England again: Are you settled here's"
Have been for years, matey," Sam res
sponded. Got q wife here, aud as fine q
kid as ever you set ewes on. He's cutting
his teeth this minute"
Mons. Dom congratulated him, and the
two settled into talk about old times and
new. Whilst they were in the thick of their
discourse another big, sun-burned, bearded
man came in.
'Well, boss, " he exclaimed, shifting Pot
ter on the shoulder with an enormous hand,
| Chow goes itGi