The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-04-10
! ow FIRST PUBLISHED
CHAPTER XIX.

husbands murderer, Oub sue ho1 HSs NN"H A
Hetheridge's words.
.It is nothing :" she said, in great agita-
ton. THE name startled me when heard
it, but have grown used to 1t. Mrs. W ey-
bridge has talked about the man hundred
times. He has come here to take charge OF
the winery"
Hetheridge stared at her, stricken and
painting Her words were clear enough, but
they scarcely seemed to bear meaning for
him. The callingof the name had been like
the very voice of doom to him, and be was
so profoundly moved by the sudden horror
of it that he was altogether unable to con-
oeal his agitation. His lips moved as if he
would have spoken, but no SOUND escaped
from him.
The calling of the name had been like the
very voice of doom to him, and be was 60
profoundly moved by the sudden horror OF
it that he was altogether unable to conceal
his agitation. His lips moved as If he would
have spoken, but no sound escaped from
them. He still grasped the vine with one
hand. and the other clutched his coat above
his heart.
81 was startled" he managed to say at
last. when Mrs. Red woods words began 60
bear some meaning for him. Horribly
startled"
There was TO his companions mind moth
ing remarkable in the fact OF his being
agitated. and not much that was strange
even in the overwhelming nature of the
shock he had received. She herself, as may
easily be imagined. was not unmoved. She
was little capable of judging the meaning OF
facial expression al that moment, aud when
sLa bod to fhIpk the SC6Dg
the natural conclusion at which she arrived
was that Hetheridge was not altogether
sound about the heart. She had some
friendly fears for him on that account, re-
calling the CHASTITY pallor OF his face aud
the blue tinge Of his lips.
MIR. Weybrdge's voice was heard again,
and this time Mons. Dom answered.
40, you're there" cried Weybridge. ''pn
be with you in a moment"
His voice was heard for awhile in deep
hum, and then grew nearer and clearer.
II will CO." Hetheridged whispered. 81
have no business here"
They will think it odd" Mrs. Redwood
answered, "if you should leave without
speaking and they should see you. You
had better stay"
The question was set at rest by Wey-
BRIDGES entrance. He greeted Mrs. Red
wood cordially aud shocks hands with
Hetheridge, but his looks EXPIRE ised surprise
at the aspect they presented.
YOU'RE unweIl. Mr.. Hetheridge." he
said. "The warmth and humidity of the
air here have an effect sometimes"
Before Hetheridge could respond Mrs.
Weybridge appeared upon the scene in ami
mated conversation with Mons. Dom, to
whom she was fuently impartiug her opin-
ions on the art of grape culture. She broke
off short at sight of her visitor, and ran
forward to embrace her, kissing her on both
checks.
my dear Ellice," she cried, "you are as
cold as the grave. What is the matter
with your
Hetheridge fell little apart and signaled
Il Weybridge, who crossed over to him at
once, and in obedience to further gesture
took few PAGES from the rest of the party.
MRS. Redwood" Hetheridge began,
was making call here, and l took the
liberty to accompany her"
he had not yet mastered his agitation.
His breath halted and his eyes still wore a
look of fear.
mo liberty" Weybridge answered 81
am pleased to see you. Mr.. Hetheridge."
you startled both of u.s." Hetheridge
continued, in tremulous half whisper,
''when you called out that mans name. 1t
has an association for both OF us. 1t is the
name"
Weybridge checked him by motion of
the hand, and cast a sudden sidelong glance
in the direction Of his wife's guest
Il know" be said, II know. can quite
understand
Poor Redwood was my earliest friend, !"
Hetheridge declared. You can scarcely
fancy how the name shocked me when
heard it SO unexpectedly
Dom, standing apart, kept q glittering
eve on Hetheridge. He had not only seeu
his face at the moment at which Wey-
bridge called, but had distinctly caught the
words he uttered.
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ears, and his old wild FANCY was revived and
strengthened. Curiosity had led him to
learn all that could be learned of Andre
Dom III Upuor, and the mystery of that
vanished villains motive in numbering
George Redwood was as iusoluble as ever
Not a creature could the real Andre Dom
hear OF, save Hetherldge, who had had
even a passing spite against George Red
wood. The man had been SO friendly with
the world, SO candid and open IN his deal
ings with it, that he had given spite aud
hatred 10 fair chance against him. Heth-
erldge had threatened his life, and had been
violent a score OF times IN MS promises of
vengeance for his imaginary wrongs All
these things Mons Dom had learned, aud
had conned over many times
Whilst the colloquy went on between
Hetheridge and the master of the house, q
few hurried whispers to a similar purpose
were exchanged between the two women,
and in the turn of hand the situation, so
far as they could understand it, YVES made
clear.
Mons. DOM" called Mrs. Weybridge,
addressing the little man in his own
tongue. your name has been cause of
trouble here"
She was quite certain that save Mons.
Dom himself, nobody would understand a
word Of what sue was saying.
''Iknow it well, madam, =" Dom responded.
'How7" she asked. You know itP'
Surely madame remembe that | have
spent years in the village where the murder
took plaza l will not name it lest the friend
of madame should hear 1t, and should sup
pose that we talk of her. l am interested
in that history, madame, and l have my
own theories and ideas about itn
He turned his gaze upon Hetheridge as he
spoke and was convinced that he was under
stood.
Hetheridge, with his eyes cast down and
on one side away from Dom, was obviously
listening with all his ears.
"Really?n answered Mrs. Weybridge.
''And what are your theories, Mons.
DOM"
"Ah, madame" be responded. "Wh
one has theories about crime SO grave as
murder he had better be satisfied with al.
lcnce until he has ripened suspicion into Ger.
tainty."
He 9lanced at HAtheridve again Tho in