The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-08-20

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lie coulu not well have been there had he
wished uoinvitatiou was accorded him
but Maisie. brilliant and handsome. no
! fear nor doubt iu her naughty carriage
! had received as much homage as the no
best guest. Suspect Charlie! she would
| as soon suspect herself She knew who
| was guilty. and before she had done she
meant 10 bring the charge home 10 the
right party. Meanwhile things were
| working forward in the right direction.
| She had been on a visit to BriarwoOd, the
| Baroness Grey de Lucerne's--OnCe the
| Hon Mrs. Bertie's-hOme. They had be-
| come great friends, and both hoped ire
| mendous results from poor Horace's next
| stolen visit home. Roy was thoroughly
| acquainted with each plan, and it was
not on the score of the Gunton tragedy
| as it had grown to be called-that he sat
| in a brown study. Sir Henry entered and
| scattered his thoughts-perpleXity on
| his brow.
u think am going to dismiss Soames, >"
| he said; cant think what's comesto the
| fellow lately. He's been dazed or stupid
! for some time now. Fact is, as I've just
| told him, if his gun had shot poor Trever-
! yam he could not have been more altered
| by the event. BY George! that attack
| reused him, 'till-'till well, till he be-
| haved more like lunatic than a sane per
| son. He talked nineteen TO the dozen,
and said something about look a home.
| What did his insolence meanl Does he
dare to imply that II was Treveryan's
murdered"
Sir Henry spoke rapidly, but Roy was
| up before half his fathers sentence was
uttered.
| ''Of all the big, laundering sillies" he
| exclaimed, impetuously
'Royi" said the baronet in amaze
ment
1T is true, father. l have been a great,
| laundering stupid | can't think how it
has been ! have overlooked Soames, and
| his! How ] forgot him Where is
hel I'll go to him. First let me tell you
| that I'm expecting friend here from
Bingley by the II ~, Langley Bruce, the
new Q. G. | was pondering about his
arrival and Maisie when you entered -
Sir Henrys face afforded food for a
study Had Roy spoken TO him in Greek
he could not have looked more perplexed.
what the dickens are you talking
abOut2" he clustered.
There WIS no answer Roy had gone
'What the dickens have | to do with
his friend coming, or Maisie either, for
the matter of that Ten more or less
make little odds here. Besides what has
Soames's stupidity or insolence to do with
his f0rgetfulness2 / consider Row has
treated my confidence cavalierly and with
scant courtesy. Hang it, I'll be master
as long as ] live even if l am growing old.
Soames, in equal perturbation, was
standing idly in the spinny, grinding his
heel in the ground when Roy found him.
Il shall hev to go, Mr.. Royi' he ex-
claimed, bitterly; land it's all along o.
that ere cussed shooting do. You telled
me to hold my tongue and its mazed me
like. Sir Henry he've bin angry at my
silence many time, but ISkep' it up till
to-day, and now"
"My poor Soames," interrupted Row,
pityingly. II blame myself much that |
forgot your share in that hideous secret
which once asked you to keep, but which
there is no necessity | firmly believe for
you to guard any longer"
"Ah, sir, so you've released me at last
now that it's all too late; ] shall be my
own master, and could hev taken my
choice whether to be silent or speak
Why, Mr.. Row, did you not gil my tong
freedom when Miss Millv married."
''Miss Milly!" exclaimed Roy, perplexed
in his turn II don't see what her mar
riage had to do with it. But you can
speak now, my poor fellow, and still re-
main with us. III make that right with
your master"
why, sir!" burst from Soames ''who
dun you think shot Mr.. Treveryan2
Worn't Miss MillY in love with him then?
What did you mean or | think about hid
ing the dreadful family disgrace if you
weren't expecting him to be your brother}
Why arter all l believes you and l. sir,
suspecs different personsp'
The man rubbed his hand across his
brow, as if to try and clear the confusion
in his brain. Roy stared at him in dumb
surprise.
"You see, sir, when heerd tell on Miss
MillY's engagement to the major, SEES / to
messed, Mr. Roy won't let her hev Mr.
Boyd, and it's not"
Mr.. Boydw burst from Roy, loudly
why, l supposed you believed my
brother gull"
"The Lord forgiveyou, sir, " interrupted
Soames, fervently ''Ah, then that ex-
plains it all l did think you bit funny
| with him that day in the study a'cos arter
| all, Mr.. Roy, he wur only dom what you
| and me wur Il tryin', to shield of his
| friend and Miss Milly's sweetheart. SEES
l to messed, Mr. Roy's brain hev got
| tooched with the trouble. Not sir as |
| wur good I'm TO think aught o. anybody.
| MY wife'Il tell you I've bin but poor
| addle-headed dummy ever sin. You see,
| sir, I've never done much more than say
| yes or no sin you cautioned me. ] dare
| ma trust messed, and that's what's an
gered Sir Henry. He kicked me, Mr.. Roy.
| just now he did, sir, for sure, and he call
| ed me a horful name And only to think
as you could have suspected Mr.. Char
| lesr'
Already Roy was taking blame to him
| self He had too readily believed Milly's
! frenzied view of the case Besides if ne
! had acted honorably and not impressed
| silence on the man before him-befOre he
! had actually heard his account ~ how
much misery might have been spared
| them} How, indeed, had he ever believed
| his own brother could be guilty of such
! cowardly, dastardly conduct, as to not
only kill, but to bra2en it off and let an
| other suffer for his Offenses? That was
| his wonder now, and had been for some
months past, But never had it been
! brought so plainly home TO him as by
| Soames' respectful reproach.
! Yes, Soames.' he said, Miss Maisie
! called me to account as you have done as
| to my unjust suspicion of my brother. II
! seems wonderful how | could have been
| so imposed upon; yet if you win carry
| your thoughts back to the day when we
! had our interview, your words equally
| deceived me. | see now how you implicated
| MIR. Boyd with our family wrongly
so quite. Mrs. Metcalfe had never one
| thought that way
well, l seed him tryin' to kiss her one
| day, anyway, sir
Roy looked surprised, but he had no
thought TO spare for that part of the bus
| mess. Marks trying to kiss any one
was no proof that there was love between
them, and that Millys affections had been