Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1894-12-20
@Re SiIenee Of
Dean QaitIand.
BT MExMELL GRET.

with his tongue. He was afraid Of in
eliminating his friend, poor chap"
II was sorry for Miss Maitland"
said Warner. ITO see her tremble!
Somebody said she was engaged 10 Ev-
erard,"
NO engagement, my uncle says"
replied Durant, "A pretty girl, like
her brother, but older, l suppose"
why, they are twins, Everybody
knows the Melbourne twins" said
Mr.. Warner. AN escape for her, If
she cared for this doctor fellow. Nice
girl our people always like to serve
her Do you think they'll hang him,
Strut ?"
Il toll you what" broke in Burton.
the landlord, tits no hanging business.
Ten to one, Lee attacked him. In any
ease, there was stiff struggle. Look
at the torn coat and the black eye"
ar you try to murder me with a
pint pot, Burton, and | round upon
you, and hit out straight till I'm down,
it's none the less murder" said an
other customer.
"ThiS will be manslaughter at Bel
Minister" said the landlord, oracularly.
who'll bet upon it? I'll take any
odds"
Even more surprised than Mr.. West
was Lillian, when, on her parting with
Cyri, on his return to his duties, he
asked her to lend him a couple of
sovereigns.
"Why, you extravagant boy! Have
you spent all those we gave you for
your parish?" she asked.
Cyril shrugged his shoulders. You
know the fellow Of old. ILL, and how
he scatters his coins. Only three gum
cas-, i'll told you knox"
"Oh, CYL! And Sir Iioners ten?''
"On paper. You can't pay your rail
way fare with check. oh, yes, scold
away. | ought to have brought more
money with me, | dare say. | never
carry coin about, dear; too sure to lose
it, But, wonder &C wonders, | do
chance 10 have a five pound note.
Therey
Cyril had repaired to the rectory for
the first time since New Years eve to
bid his mother goodbye. He could not
bear to be there after what had oc-
Cured, he said, and especially shrunk,
though he did not say so, from meet
ing Lillian.
"Poor dear fellow! sensitive as he is,
no wonder he cannot bear to be here, =
commented MI Maitland. 1T Is Il
sore trial for us all" he sighed, MS
Lillian turned her head away.
For he knew now of Lilian's love;
she had told him all in the terrible
quarter OF an hour in his study on
New Years day. when he broke the
horror of Everard's arrest to her. and
she reproached him passionately for
his disbelief in the innocence of the
accused.
But Cyril was obliged to conquer his
repugnancc, and bid his invalid mother
farewell, and the rush of emotion
which overcame him in stepping over
the threshold, so lately deSecratcd by
Everard'S arrest was thought only
natural and creditable to him. Lillian
met him there, and drew him aside to
her room, where Everard'S gift of
Guercino'S Guardian Angel looked
with his rapt, earnest gaze far away
over the Sorrowful earth to the distant
heaven of JOY and purity.
"Oh. Cyril" cried Lillian. why did
you not come before | have wanted
you 50. They are all against him
Every one believes him guilty but me,
Tell me, dear-oh, tell me. that one
at least is true to him. You are ,his
friend; you can not believe him
guilty"
Cyril paused. his own emotion
smOthered. as it were by this Outburst
of Lilian's, an Outburst so foreign 10
her usual calm self-control and re
strained strength; then he opened his
arms in a rush Of the old, lifelong af-
lection. and claspcd lillian to his
heart.
81 do believe in him" he said; "he
is as innocent as an unborn babe. !
know i'll know it!'
Dear Cyril. | knew you would be
true" replied Lillian. what shall ave
do, Cyril? Oh! what shall we doT"
What, indeedy returned Cyril,
overcome by the unaccustomed passion
of Lillian, whose tears mingled with
his own. as twins cried in each others
arms, Just as they had done In the
old days of childhood
Keep up your heart. I'LL" said
Cyril, caressingly, when they had re-
covered themselves a little. After
all. what is 1t? An idiotic mistake, n
foolish mares nest, invented by these
stupid rustics A little inquiry will set
all right"
But this verdict oh Cyll!" ex-
claimed Lillian letting her head droop
once more on her brothers shoulder,
and weeping afresh.
what is the verdict asked Cyril,
rather TREMENDOUSLY as he stroked the
rich hair Of Lilians hair. and rejoiced
that she could not see his face Sure
ly not"
Murder" replied lillian. In low.
shuddering tones.
Cyril uttered an exclamation. Was
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