Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1894-10-04
CHAPTER XIX.


Christmas, which, in nm IN way,
brings life and hustle, and the gathe'.
ing Of many guests to good old country
houses, bought Cny gloom and soli-
tude to payenant. Mr.. S'nclair's visit
ors had departe / suddenly, at "A single
flight, like swallows 10 ore u storm in
autumn. Mrs. Sinclair was very i'll
seriously ill-mysterious'y ILL., Her
dearest friends shook tler heads and
looked awful things when they talked
of her. 1t was menta', they feared.
"Poor dear thing, This comes OF
Lord Clanyarde's greedness in getting
rich husbands or all his daughters"
The cid man Is regular harpy,
exclaimed Mr.. Millamount, with a
charming indiffe 'ence to detail.
And then these fashionable swal-
lows skinned away to fresh woods and
pastures new-or rather fresh billiard
rooms and other afternoon teas, eveh-
ing part songs and morning rides in
rustic English lanes, where there Is
beauty and fragrance even in midwin-
ter.
Constance had been missing at after
noon tea on the day of Gilbert sudden
journey to London, but her absence in
the coy morning.room where Mrs.
Millamount amused the circle by the
daring eccentricity Of her discourse
was hardly subject Of wonder.
she has one OF her nervous head
aches, no doubt, poor child" said Mrs.
Millamount, taking possession Of the
tea-tray; she is just the kind of oman
to have nervous headaches"
"l'll give long odds you don't have
them" said Sir Thomas Houndslow,
who was lolling with his back against
the mantelpiece to the enlargement
of the porcelain that adorned it.
Never had headache but once in my
life; aud that was when ! came crop
per in the Guorn country, replied Mrs
Millamount, graciously.
Vapors have given way to feminine
and there is nothing now so
dowdy or questionable as bad heath.
When the dressng-bell rang and
Miss Sinclair was sti absent, Melanie
Dupont began to think there was some
cause for alarm. Her mistress was
She had gone to walk in the park i'm
after luncheon, quito three
hours ago. She had no idea of going
beyond the park, Melanie knew, and
she only wore her seal-skin jacket and
a garden hat. She might have gone
to Marchbrook, perhaps, in this care
less attire, but not anywhere else, and
her visits to Marchbrook were very
rare.
Melanie was puzzled, She went
down stairs and sent a couple of grooms
in quest of her mistress. The garden
ers had all gone homo at o'clock.
you had better look in the summer
house by the fir plantation said Me-
Ianie, 81 know Mrs. Sinclair spends q
deal of her time there.
The young men took the hint and
went straight off to the summer-house
together, too social to take different
as Melanie had told them
TO do, They bad plenty to talk about
the way their master was going it,
The ad luck which had attended his
racing stable lately, and so on.
81 think there's curse on them
buildings at Newmarket, said one of
the men. 1--WE haven't pulled off 50
much as beggarly plate since they
was fin she'd"
There's a curse on buying half
breed colts" retorted the older and
wiser servant. There's where the
curse is, Representation economy.
The classic temple was wrapped in
and Rogers who entered
first stumbled over the PROSTATE form
Of his mistress. She lay just as she
had fallen at her husbands feet, felled
by his savage blow.
The elder man got a light out of his
fusee box, and then they lifted the
5enseless figure into chair and looked
at the white face on which there were
CHASTITY streaks of blood, Mrs. Sin
clair grcaned family as they raj ed
her from the ground, and this was
welcome sound, for they had almost
thought her dead.
There were some flowers in avase on
the table, AMI the elder groom dipped
u handkerchief in the water and
dabbed it On Mrs. Sinclair's forehead
Il wish Id get drop of spirit in my
pocket" he said "a sup of brandy
might bring her round, perhaps. Look
about if you can see anything in that
way, Rogers.
Rogers looked, but alcohol being an
unknown want to Mrs. Sinclair there
was no convenient bottle to be found
in the summer-house. She murmured
inarticulate, and the locked
lips loosened and trembled family as
the groom batEed her forehead
Poor thing, she must have had
fit" said the der man,
"Apocalyptic, perhaps" suggested
Rogers.
Wed better carry he" back to the
house between u.s. She's only feather
weight, poor little thing"
So the two grooms conveyed Mrs.
Sinclair gently aud carefully back to
Davenant, and contrived to carry her
up to her room by the servants stair
case without letting all the house into
the secret.
IF it was o fit, she won't like it
talked about" said the head groom to
the housekeeper, as he re reshed him
self with q glass of Glenlivet after his
eXertions.
MA, ter's gone up to London, too, )"
said the housekeeper; that makes 1T
awkward, don't it? l should think
somebody ought to telegraph"
Melanie Duport took charge of her
mistress with a self-posses,io ion that
would have done credit to an older
woman.