Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1894-11-15


CHAPTER XXIH-Continucd
James Wyatt paced his room in the
darken,np hadows, deep in thought.
He had sent poisoned barb to the
heart of the man he hate !, and he was
Glad. There vas not petty slight OF
DAYS gone BY, not small insolence,
for which he had not paid himself
handsomely by to'night's work; but IT
was not to avenge the millionaire $
petty Sights and small insolences, not
to uplift the wounded crest OF his own
self-esteem, viper-liko, that he had
stung his enemy. His hatred OF Gil
bert Sinclair had n deeper root than
wounded pride. Disappointed love was
its source. But for Glide ( Sinclair he
might have been loved by the one
won an whose regard he valued. Clara
Walsingham's constancy to her old
lover was the oiIerse that made Gil
bert loathsome to his quondam friend,
and 1t was to crafty his own jealousy
that he had aroused the demon OF
jealousy in his rivals breast
He shall know the flavor OF the
anguish he has caused me, thought
Wyatt, "if his coarse soul can suffer us
1 have suffered for womans sake.
Whe her his wife is guilty or Innocent,
matters nothing to me. The pain will
be his. If he were man enough to blow
his brains out, now, there might be Il
chance for me with Clara, so long as
he lives she will cling to the hope Of
winning him back, Where is she
hiding, | wonder, and what is her
scheme Of life, while am wearing my
life out for her sake?"
Mr.. Wyatt had not seen Mrs. Wal
singham since that interview in which
she had refused to keep faith with
him, hinging + promise to the winds.
flo had gone to Half-Mo street on
the following saturday evening, de-
termined to make peace with her at
any sacrifice Of his own dign ty, with
the slavish pertinacity Of man who
passionately Loves He had driven up
to the door, expecting to see the
lighted windows shining out on the
wintry street, to hear Herr Xavier
sohlager pounding the llrard, and tho
hum and twitter Of many voices, as he
went ND the narrow ilower-scented
staircase; II t. his surprise the win
dows were all dark and sleepy little
maid-servant came to the door with u
suffering tallow ca IDLE, and Informed
him that Mrs. Walsngham had gone
alb Dad the maid-servant knew not
whittier
WAS there no direction left for for
warding letters?" asked Mr.. Wyatt,
mo, sir, not as ! knows OF. The
hagent. prap2, wot has the lettin Of
the Gus might know"
MIR. Wyatt went to the solicitor, who
politely refused to give his clients adj
d ess.
"Perhaps she haj gone into con-
vent" thought James Wyatt, at his
wits end, and this disappointment
added not little to the bitterness Of
his feelings toward that profitable
client of his, Gilbert Sinclair,
Staples, the butler, came in with the
lamps, shut the solid oak shutters,
cleaned the tables and brought his
master cup of coffee all in an order
ly and respectable manner that was
well worth his sixty pounds a year.
Mr. Wyatt was q man who would not
have Kept o bad servant II week, and
never parted with q good one.
The po,tman's knock ounded on the
ponderols door while Mr.. Wyatt was
slipping his coffee. and Staples came
in with several letters on a silver
waiter.
James Wyatt spread them ont be-
fore him thoughtIully, as If they were
CaldS and h we're calculating their
value. Handsome, creamy envelopes,
thick and aristocratic, with armOrial
bearings on the seals: others bue and
busine s-likc, and unpretendingly in
expressive One narrow little envel-
Ope, thin, green, AMI shiny-this was
the first he opened.
The letter it contained was written
in u small, scratching hand. unmistak-
ably foreign, lit curly tails to all the
DIS, general scra giness in the US, a
paucity of capitals,
Nv by do you not let me see you, or
write to me? Is it not that it is cruel,
after so much of promises? You leave
me to languish, without hope. Dream
you that | shall content to be u servant
for always, after what you have prom
ised' But do not believe it, | have
too much spirit. Unjust that talk to
you of all that at leisure, the eyes in
eyes, that may see you if you are
true, if you have god intentions to my
regard. Write me, and very quickly,
my friend. it must that have of your
news. Always your MELANIE"
"This comes of an Innocent flirta-
ton pour passer lie temps-in stupid
cOuntry-house," said Mr.. Wyatt,
crumpIing the letter savagely. This
girl will worry my life out. | was a
fool to amuse myself with such dan
gerous lit viper. And If l were to
be frank with her, and tell her to 60
about her business, she might make
matters unpleasant for me. The law
comes down rather heavily on any
thing in the sha Q of conspiracy, and
that little affair at Schoenestha might
be made to assume that complexion.
And the law never comes Gown So
heavily as when it gets its hoCt on a
man who has plenty to lose. Your
British jury, too, has no liking for a
man who turns his superhuous capital
10 good account by lending it to fools
No, l must keep that Schoenestha
business out of the law court, at any
cost Melanie must be pensioned, anC
sent back to her native valley, or her
native slum-for | should think such