The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-02-14

70 my Ills-ls.
Your missisF
Yes, my missis. I'm married TO Matilda
Whitley, which YVES your nurseuaid to
hoo Martins liJttle gel 1 shall find Bob
Martins little gel yet, you mind that,
matey. You difn't think when you give
ne IN charge and got me quOdded as limo
cent as ever was new BORN baoe. you
didn't think as | should come into a little
fortune Of &4J0 yea and q back u Eng
lana with Il. did youl NOs much. YOU
didn't. Well, have though. Pm a gOin'
hacE 70 Englaud with my missis in tie
ship as sails tonight, aud Pm going 20
make Il my business 10 find out Bob Mar
tins little gel"
Hetheridge stood before him like a man
confused not daring to look him in the face
least the man should see the murderOus hate
and rage which burned within him. Was
all the planning Of the last week TO go for
nothing. Was tie half miraculous chance
which had put vengeance within his grasp
. De lost by TIE intrusion OF this clumsy
idiot and bOObV. The obvious inutility Of
the impulse held him back from It, but he
trembled with the desire to take him by the
throat and choke the life from him.
Suddenly lie went quite calm and quiet.
Come with ms" he said, Pm not salts
fled about you yet l want TO talk with
you. Take up that candle and go before
me-
Potter obeyed unhesitatingly, and Heth-
eridge marshallei the man into the business
room. The shutters were fast, and glance
assured him that no geam OF light was
likely to be seen from without
Now, he said, explain yourself. You
say you married my nursemsid. When"
This day fortnight. A week after l
knew as ia come into money. We're agoin'
home TO England, mRtey. The missis is
aboard the vessel now, awaiting for me-"
And what part Of England" asked
Hetheridge, might YOU be going tor
Pm agoin' to Upnor. in the county of
worcestershire. That's where Pm agoin' to.
I've come into my uncle's farm there. Rey-
nolds his name was-Jack Reynoldsn
Hetheridge with difficulty repressed a
start, The man had named the very place
in which for all these years the passion of
his heart and centred.
That's where you're going to. is itr'
Hetheridge said when he found he could
trust his voice. He turned away and made
pretence Of arranging the writing paper
and envelopes which lay in the little
secretaire of vanished oak upon the table.
Yes, matey )" said Potter That's where
Pm agoin' tor
Hetheridge saw his whole plan as good as
dead-the thing he had longed for and
thlrsted for-yearned and burned for-torn
from his grasp al the moment when bis hand
Htu seelHeu 10 LlSuGeu TOuuu IL.
and you're going to look up Bob Mar
tins little girl. are your he asked, in a tone
of commonplace.
Eyes" Potter answered, in q tone OF
mockiag triumph, that's what Pm going
to don
If there had but been a weapon to his
handl As the fancy crossed him, his hand
fell upon a weapon-a native waddy,
bought as curio from a settler year since.
md lrrfVa on 10 eokl l.,
slender handle with one finger and looked
darkly roand at Potter, who had turned
away from him in the staggering certainty
Of his own triumph. Potter had set the
candle on the niantlepiece. and close beside
it stood a grotesque little work of Japanese
art in ivory. He stopped to examine this,
swinging his hat to and fro in his right
hand, and seeing his enemy thus at his
mercy, Hetherldge clenched the murderous
instrument, ami with one forward step
dealt q double handed blow at Potter's
head. He struck with an inconceivable
fury and with force astonishing to him
elf. The man fell like stunned OK with
out sound.
There was moment of awful silence and
the waddy dropped from the wicked hand
that held it. The murderer fell upon his
knees and stared at the m an he had stricken
down. He put out a hand twice or thrice
and drew it back again in horror before he
dared to lay it on MS breast. There was
not futter at the heart Not a sign of
breath issued from the lips.
Hetheridge rose and stood looking down
marked man to his own fancy in that
one awful instant. He was unconscious of
the walls that closed him in. The whole
wide world Of human kind knew him and
loathed him and pointed him out for doom
The brand of Cain was on him. He groped
with a b srrible feebleness in his own mind
he had never meant 1.-THE would undo il =
he could. He knew the futility of the lie.
The light of the candle sprang up and the
paper packed alb )ut it famed on sudden.
It was as if voice had denounced him and
hand had seized him, and for an instant
he was paralyzed with terror. There was
cold interpretive faculty within him in
spite Of all the frenzy.
This is what you have done for YOUR
self, " the introspeciive critic seemed to say.
For the rest Of yolr days you will start at
sha lows, Any little sudden thing will
chill you with dismav. Your blood will
tingie and your heart faint at a million
trlttes before your own death wipes out the
memory Of this deed
1t cost fearful effort to set u foot beyond
the PROSTATE body, but he made it. He
drew the key of his safe from the pocket
book which had been returned to him by
his rsscuer5 week ago, and turned the
lock with shaking fingers tuat fumbled at
their task. There were hank notes IN the
safe great number of then-and one of
mis- objects visiting the house had been to
secure this treasure. He UTILIZED the notes
anyhow INTO his pockets, threw the unwit-
messed will into the safe, and with one en-
forced reluctant look at the PROSTATE figure
crepJ On tlp-tCe from the room. The dark
ness Of the corridor was full of threatening
Invisible figures. but he tore through them
IN an access of blind rage and fury, sought
for the inner fastening of the door, and
came out upon the night.
TO BE CONTINUED
LEMON ELIXIR.