Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1894-09-06


Cyprian, hastily.
Gilbert and his companion wore just
In front Of them.
Shall / 60 and look for your car
riageY asked Mr.. Sinclair
III you like. But az you left me TO
sit out this dreary rubbish by myself
all the evening, you might Just as
well have let me find my way to my
carriage"
Don't he angry with me for break
irg my engagement was obliged to
O. out shooting with some fellows,
and | didn't leave Maidstone till min O
o'clock, think paid you n consider
able compliment In travelling thirty
miles to hand you to your carriage. No
other man could expect so much
from me-"
"You are not going back to Dayenant
tonight"
NO there Is supper on at the Al
bion. Lord Coils erdales trainer Is to
be there, and ] expect to get Il wrinkle
or two from him. A simple matter of
business, assure you"
Mrs. Walslnghams carriage" roar
ed the waterman.
"Mrs. Walsingham," thought Sir
Cyprian, who was squeezed into COR
rer with his friend, walled up by
opera-cloaked shoulders, and within
ear'shot of Mr., Sinclair. yes, that's
her name.
"That saves you all trouble, said
Mrs. Wa singham. Can | set you
down anywhere
mo, thanks; the Albions close by
Sir Cyprian struggled out Of his COR
ner just In time to see Gilbert shut the
brougham door and walk off through
the December dri2zle
$50 that acquaintance is not drop
ped one" he thought, 1T augurs i'll
for Constance"
Three days later he was riding out
Barnet way, in quiet country lane, as
rural and remote In aspect as an ac-
commodation road in the shires, when
he passed brougham with n lady in
TINS. Walsingham carriage again,
and again alone.
"This looks like fatality" he
thought.
He had been riding Londonward,
but turned his horse and followed the
carriage. This solitary drive, on q
dull, gray winter day, so far from Lon
don, struck him as curious. There
might be nothing really suspicious in
the fact Mrs. Walsingham might
have friends in this northern district.
But after what he had seen at the
Kaleidoscope Sir Cyyrian was inclined
10 uuu,oot NT,a ITo1einubon, 1,bo+
she still cared for Sinclair he was as
sured He had seen her face light up
when Gilbert entered tho box; he had
seen that suppressed anger which is
the surest sign Of jealous, eXacting
love, Whether Gilbert still cared for
her was another question. His meet
ing her at the theater might have
been conces ion to u dangerous wom-
an rather than spontaneous act of de-
votion.
Sir Cyprian followed the brougham
into the seluestered village of Totter-
idge, where it drew up before the gar
den gate of neat cottage with green
blinds and half-glass door IA cottage
which looked like the abode of spin
ster annuitant.
Here Mrs. Walsingham alighted
and went in, opening the half-gla s
door with the air of person accus-
toned to enter.
He rode a little way further, and
then walked his horse gently back.
The brougham was still standing be-
fore the garden gate, and Mrs. Walls
ingham was walking up and down a
gravel path by the side of the house
with woman and q child-a child in
a scarlet hood, just able to toddle
along the path, sustained on each side
by supporting hand.
Some poor relation child, perhaps,
thought Cyprian. "a friendly visit on
the lady's part
he had ridden further than he in .
tended, and sto lped at little inn to
give his horse q feed of corn and an
hours rest, while he strolled through
the village and looked at the old-fash-
Toned church-yard. The retired spot
was not without its interest. Yonder
was Coppet Hall, the place Lord Mel
bourne once occupied, and which had,
later, pas ed into the possession of the
author of that splendid series of bril-
liant and various novels which reflect
as in magic mirror all the varieties
of life from the age of Pliny to the eve
of the Franco-Prussian war.
"Who lives in that small house with
the green blinds?" asked Sir Cyprian,
as he mounted his horse to ride home
It's been took furnished, sir, by
lady from London for her nurse and
baby"
"Do you know the ladys name?"
81 can say that do sir, They has
their beer from the brewer, and pays
ready money for everythink But I
sac the lady s brougham go by not
above 'alf an hour ago"
Curious, thought Sir Cyprian.
Mrs. Walsingham is not rising in my
opinion.