The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-03-26
Now FIRST PUBLISHED
BY TIE ArTHnRl

fate, for my misconduct had awaited me
! nothiDg-had, in fact, recoiled upon my
self -
but did you never discover who took the
jewels away from your she asked, when he
Never. OF course Ihave an idea of what
the men were.n
Nv hat were theyr
"Poachers, evidently. for found several
dead rabbits about me, and a net such as
pOachers use.n
as this the truth ~ she demanded, with a
CLEAN of suspicion in her eyes; ''or is it only
some cock and bull story you have Matched
in order to hood wink meW
ut is the truth, Adelaider he asseverated,
| with great earnestness. As true as l am
standing here, every detail OF what have
related to you is a matter Of fact"
She was silent for little while and her
fair brows were contracted in thought. She
was half inclined still to disbelieve his state
ment respecting the second robbery Of the
jewels despite his dramatic protestation as
to its accuracy; but Yves not thinking of
that now. Her clever brain was thinking
of another matter
Perhaps It is only reasonable te suppose
that the men who robbed you were
poachers." she remarked, presently.
Certainly. Am absolutely satisfied that
they must have been, DEAR
Then, in that case it would be fair to as
| sumo Lnab the ROBBERS were natives OF some
of the villages hereapoutsl"
II daresay IL would; but what are you
driving at!n be queried, with puzzled look
| on his counteuance.
Cannot you see z" she cried, with curling
lips, "if the poachers who stole the Jewels
belonged to one or another of the places
around here it is easy to understand how
that brooch came into the hands Of Miss
Birmingham"
How? | fail to gee itn
u will show you then. The robbers
would certainly divide the spell, but were
probably afraid of selling the jewels at all
events it is evident that they were not all
disposed of or the White Gypsy would not
have been the owner of the brooch at this
moment"
But how do you imagine it got into her
hands 2?
I'm all likelihood she got it from some of
the pitmen in the villages who was an old
admirer of the girl"
And" ne broke IN hurriedly, 'you
think this old lover of hers was the son OF
relative Of one Of the poachers who robbed
me that night in Hough Woodp'
II do How otherwise could it have got
into her keeping .' was her quick rejoinder
| "lt seems likely enough he unused.
ut is more than likely" she cried. 81
| feel absolutely certain that my solution OF
| the riddle is the true one. But whether it
| is or not mean TO use IL against the White
! Gypsy"
why against her?' he asked, in a voice
| Of mild remonstrance.
| Need you asks You do not like the idea
| OF such girl marrying your ward any
more than l do, and it appears to me that
| this affair will efford US an excellent oppor-
tunity OF driving her away"
| ~ do not see it; besides she is quite blame
| less. How was she to know that the trinket
| had been stolen from anvoDe2u
II never suggested that she did know
| What wanted to suggest is this: we never
| looked favorably upon the idea Of Paul's
mesalllance with this ex-pit brow girl, and
now circumstances have placed a weapon
in our hands, which, if skillfulIv used. will
enable us to drive her out of the neighbor-
| hood"
Perhaps we might; but consider how IN
| fair it would be when we know her to be
| absolutely blameless," he said, doggedly.
something within him squirting him to speak
| in defense Of the girl.
| "She is In our way-that is all care to
consider, and all mean to consider!" she
| exclaimed, with increasing wrath. you,
| yourself, have said more against the girl
than have done; and l cannot understand
| why you persist in defending her now
| II am not defending her, he replied, ~
| am trying to impress upon you, my dear
| Adelaide. that it is not worth our while to
rake up the past in order TO get rid of Miss
| Birmingham"
81 think we can get rid of her without
4 exposing you That is what you mean,
suppose, when you speak of raking up the
| past But whatever happens she must CO."
"Why do you hate her sogn
| II hate her because she is an upstart who
| he's stepped between Paul Meredith and
| COrdelia!" she burst out.
"Cordelia doesn't care for him, think,
| my dear, p" he ventured to remark,
THAT shows how blind you are. tell
| you that Cordelie loves Paul, and that she
| Is eating out her heart on his account But
| for this girl she would have been engaged
to him at this moment. She is too proud to
wear her heart upon her sleeve, but | know
that she cares for him very much, and that
| the thought of him marrying this common
| girl is breaking her heart
| ut may be true"
lit is, ana the sooner you get that girl
| away the better.n
"But how am to do itY"
| Gall upon her or send for her here, and
charge her with being in possession Of stolen
| jewelry which belonged to you. Don't you
| see that such a charge would brighten her
so much that she would be glad to get away
and never show her face again in this
/ neighborhood."
"a capital plan, Adelaide" he answered,
readily, as his face frightened up suddenly,
| and load was lifted from his breast.
81 am glad you think So Aud when
Paul returns she will have disappeared be-
yond all his finding out Besides her flight
will convince him that she was not Innocent
| in respect to the manner In which the Jew
els were originally obtained"
IF we can brighten her away it will be all
right" he said, relectively. "but suppose
she refuses to be driven away"
Leave it to me, then. / will find other
means of dealing With her, All | desire
you to do at present is to write to the vicar
age and ask Miss Birmingham to call"
81 will write tonight, unless you think
it better for me to go to the vicarage to see
her."
"Do not go-write. Mr.. Madison and
his sister would be in the way there. Here
we shall be able to manage the business
without the least fear Of Interruption"
81 will write then, tonight, and ask her
1 to call Tomorrow"
'In the afternoon about O'Clock, " she
added.
"At 4 o'clock, then.n
"Be sure you write"
81 will not forget, dear" he responded,
as he turned away and sought his own
| room.
CHAPTER XVI.
THE BOLT FROM THE BLUE.
On gaining his own private chamber
| where he was sure of privacy, Sir Sydney
Carsland flung himself into q chair and pava