The advocate., 1894-05-09

tic seat; whereupOn Mrs. Delorme be-
gan:
did YOU not return last night? Your
absence was remarked by your father. "
"Return last night? Go and leave
him when he might die any moment ?
Oh, Aunt Halle, just think! might
never have seen him again alive had l
not come here yesterday. 1t is all so
dreadful! Do you think he will live?
What does the paper Say|
"The paper says nothing as to Mr.
COtterelPs hopes of recovery" This
was not strictly true; 1t said he would
die.) "But it speaks of you. Calls
you Miss Chipperwell, and says you
are Mr.. Cotterell's sweetheart" "
cit dOes?"
eyes. And your father upon read
ing it and having been already told the
name of the family you were visiting,
at once came to the conclusion that
Miss Chipperwell was his daughter.
What does it mean, Lena? Are you
Mr.. COtterell's sweetheart? 1t cannot
be possible, of course.
81 love him. That much is true"
"You love him! Had you ever met
him since that evening he lectured be-
fore the club?"
81 have loved him ever since that
night" said Lena eVaSiVely.
"And you never met him since till
last EVENING""
Eyes. met him here one evening,
the second time | came to the house.
He had been walking to and from his
work in order to save money to pay
their rent. He was good friend OF
theirs, and came here that evening and
l met him."
"Was that the extent of your ac-
quaintanceP"
eve wrote each other a few times
while | was abroad. / expected to
meet him here last evening; but he did
not know was here. And, oh! just
think! They carried him in-sO pale
and all bleeding; first time l had
seen him for So" And Lena sobbed
out her pent-up anguish. When the
general managers daughter had ceased
weeping thus unfashiOnably over the
shooting of blacksmith-that shoot
ing, too, which had so successfully put
an end to a troublesome strickland
had grown calm again, Mrs. DelOrme
spoke for the upper world in which the
general manager dwelt:
"Oh, Lena, what will come of all
this? What will your father"
"My father! Aunt Halle, never
say that to me againl See!-in there
on the bedl Oh, that cruel wound!
NV finger can almost touch his heart.
MY father? He did that. My father? ?
The murderer of the only man l have
ever loved, my .father2 And Lena
burst into tears. "Oh-his purse
proud vanity! Mr.. Cotterell was one
of committee sent by the shOpmen to
call on this father-Of mine. He ar
rogantly refused even to see them.
They were not rich, you know, just
nothing but mere men. He discharged
them for trying to see him. The men
all struck. Mr.. COtterell-the noble
soul!-tried to dissuade them. And
the police shot him :" and she pointed
to where John lay. "My father? MOI
| am an orphan. My mother is in
Heaven and smiles upon me now as
stay by his side. My father is-Gn
assassin ~
= "Dear, dear, Lena, do not talk so
dreadfully! What will your father
say to you?"
"Say to me2 Beg my forgiveness for
his infamous deedl Better ask what
will say to him. What have l done?
Heaven thwart him, that he may not be
a murderer
elena, child, you are mad. What
will come Of all this? You must, at
least, come back with me and see your
father" ,
"Neyer, while Mr.. COtterell lies here!
Here is my place-here, with him, not
there. No, not there! Meet my
fathnr9 ITrhl | W0nl1 seem to see