Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1892-02-11


Arlington. 4"
"My mother declines to see you,
George said, confronting him with s.
stern an expression that Harry was con
strained to whisper in his ear thai
4 Hayter's gray hairs protected him from
violence.
Really, my good fellow, as | have
not the slightest desire to make your
mothers acquaintance, you will pardon
me if l say your remark borders on an
impertinence. Hayter declared with
superb superciliousness.
you are speaking to Lady Arlington's
son, SIR" Mr.. Hardcastle interrupted
fiercely
"And you, sir?" Hayter asked in
suave tones, what role do you play in
this little comedy?"
But even he blanched, as Hardcastle,
ignoring his insolence, said in quiet,
business-like way:
Harry, guard the door-Bladon, take
your place at the window-the village
constable win soon be here"
Then, turning to his wife, he added
in stage whisper:
''Do you recognize him, Esther, as the
man, who, under the guise of photog-
rapher, entered your house in New
York, the night after Ambrose Airing
ton was murdered, and stole his pa
pers?"
II do"
Was it by design that at this critical
moment Harry Evesham left the room
without even closing the door behind
him2 If so, the ruse succeeded admira-
bly,; for no sooner did Hayter see the
chance of escape, than he made dash
for liberty. At the door stood a boy
with his horse. With one wild spring
he was on the animals back, and be-
fore Bladon, who, oddly enough, tum-
bled over Harry and George in his vio-
lent effort to stop him, could reach him,
he was gone.
81 hated to let the villain escape so
easily" Harry said that evening when
he and Hardcastle were smoking their
cigars.
But we could not help it, Harry"
was the sage reply. There was not a
single crime with which we could charge
him; and if there were, it would have
been at the cost of the reputation Of
Wanda's mother"
True, sir"
.Why, Harry" continued Mr. Hard
castle, waxing warm on the subject,
'if that fellows conscience had not
failed him when / alluded to Ambrose
Arlington's murder, he might have set
us at defiance and given us a world of
trouble"
"And you think we have seen the last
of himq'
"Thinkl I'm certain. He Is running
he believes with the halter round his
neck and he win not stay till he has put
the sea between him and England"
mo doubt he has made preparations
for such an emergency"
''0f course he has, having handled the
revenues of this fine property so many
years. But, pom my word, | thought
Bladon was going to spoil our little
scheme. What tiger the old fellow
is"
isn't he? He toppled George and !
me over like nine pins, and even then
nearly got his hand upon the horses
Bride"
(Which would all tend to assure Mr..
Hayter that delay would be dangerous,
Mr.. Hardcastle chuelSled.
That was the last anyone in England (
saw Of Paul Hayter
Lady Arlington, thoroughly repent
INT. retired to the Dover house, where
'he died few months after the excit-
ng scene of Hayter's flight and her
She claimed to have acted under the
pell of this accomplished ruflian's mar
-elous hypnotic powers, sacrificing at
lis will child, husband and honor-a
tory which Wanda devoutly believed
md the others charitably accepted.
Lord George Arundel, now Earl of
Arlington, married Kate Evesham, and
larry shortly afterward led to the altar
he Lady Wanda.
Glastonbury is a great city now with
vide streets and magnificent residences, =
nd there to this day lives Harry Eve
ham with his charming wife and grow
ng family-rich, respected, loved by
he poor, who never go empty from his
DOR, still in the vigor of life and with
hope many years of happiness before
i'm.
Not to know Mrs. Evesham in Glas-
onbury argues yourself unknown. She
the idol of old and young, and yet so
nassuming has been her manner that :
err friends would be as astonished to
earn that she was an earl's daughter
5 they would to be told that she was
ne heroine of snch a dramatic story az