The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-08-27

should know Mark Boyd yet. putting
two and two together. I feel nearly sure
that such is the case. ] always knew she
was concerned In my life ever since II
engaged her l want 20 ind 20 what ex-
tent. but that she was acquainted with
him ! did not guess. was blind
blind
She passed out quietly The Baroness
Grey de Lucerno rose and locked the
door after her.
Unpleasant" she murmured; "yet
the girl speaks truly; il they know this
Mark Boyd-singular as it will bet can
but help my poor son. Not but what we
have ample proof already, il seems. Per
haps not; this additional evidence may
not only be needed, but providentially
supplied. Now for Horace"
She opened thedOor into her bedroom
and called, Horace, Horace." Receiv-
ing no answer she drew silver toy on
her chatelaine and whistled on it.
Horace Bertie-Lord Iane,-weak and
i'll, but still with the same aristocratic
face that had been looking over the gate
into the home cover that hapless day
when Roy GuntOn unfortunately pre-
vailed on him to re-enter them, walked
slowly in.
Are you ready fer your dinner2" asked
his mother, gently; "eat, eat! / will
ring for more No matter how large they
Attu lily dbltllbt tAbNA obdlIo Will
stand anything so that you are sufficient
ly recovered to stand your trial and vim
dictate your fully aspersed honor. Horace,
the clue strengthens daily against Mark
Boyd"
Lord Lane shivered and drew up his
shoulders. He scarcely touched the viands.
They were cold, and his appetite had
ever been dainty.
II am not sure, mother, that YOU had
M haffa1s lot tbiDCre a fhntr oY~
he said, weakly Il am at least in peace
here now, whereas if / emerge and am
condemned, may be hung Things"
Tut, tut! be a man. Brave, hopeful
as / am, Horace. | am going to daily no
longer. l have humored your fears till
they grow-and grow
But Mark Boyd is not even found, and
if he be he may
Horace" interrupted his mother,
warmly: "he shall be found, and L"
Till then I won't give myself up. 1
dare nOtr
Yet you dare to do far more dangerous
things if your desire is to remain perdu.
Miss Henstock might easily have dis
covered that it was not last night in the
reception room, but she had more nerve "
mot she; / look exactly like YOU,
mother mine, in the strange attire which
for my sake you have so unselfishly as
sumed | can't stay always penned up in
these walls. I've had nearly seven months
OF it, remember. l long for fresh air
freedom"
Yet go the way to debar yourself from
attaining them. Oh, my son it has been
a dreadful time, and though infinitely
better to me since have had you here, it
has still been prison Rely on me you
shall soon be free Be you very sure |
would not move a step to endanger you.
Before that we must get Maisie again on
a VISIT
DO, do, and if she urges a trial l will
consent, declared Horace, more bright
ly, a look of ineffable love shining momen-
tarily in his eyes.
"Of course she urgesit. Maisie Gunton
is a girl after my own heart" said the
baroness, sharply, yet with sigh.
All! it was only the way of the world.
She with her huge store of maternal ador-
alton and unselfishness, was nowhere in
in comparison with the one on whom
Lord Lanes love was set. But the
baroness checked her reflection. Only
let her son be free-free!
TO BE CONTINUED.