Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1894-11-29
CHAPTER XXvI-Contlnued

confusion. The anonymous letter had
! told him wi ere and hen TO watch ~
and the writer of that letter had kept
faith wit him 50 far, since he had not
watched in vain but this spectacle of
innocent repose, the mother slice ing
near the child, was hardly in keep ng;
Gilbert paused irresolute, and the
went to his wife's bedside and reused
her roughly with his strong hand up
on her arm. The dark blue eye,
opened suddenly and looked at him iu.l
Of bewilderment.
colbert! Back tonight? didn'tex-
pect you. Why do you look at me like
thatY What has happened?"
Cant you guess? You didn't expect
me. You had made your plans accord
ing'y You had made an appointment
with your lover.
Colbert, are you mad?"
HE has not disappointed you-he is
here. Get up and come see him,
Quick. he is waiting"
Gilbert, what have you been doing?
Where have you been? Calm your
self, for Heavens sake"
Some, he said, grasping her wrist,
Il am too much gentleman to let
YOUR lover wait yonder--o on the thresh-
old of his own house, too, Strange
that he should try to sneak in like a
burglar, when he will be master here
in few days"
He dragged her into the next room,
and to the balcony.
"Pray, don't be. so violent, Gilbert. /
will come anywhere you please" she
said, gravely.
From the balcony she saw that pros
trate figure at the foot OF the stairs,
and gave faint cry of horror.
Gilbert, what have you done?"
"My duty as man. should loathe
myself if had done less"
She followed him down the stairs,
trembling in every limb, and chung to
him as he knelt by the motionIe S
| figure, and turned the face upward to
the faint light of the new risen moon.
Gilbert, what have you done?" re-
peated Con lance, sobbing Historically.
Murder" answered Ter husband,
with stolid despair. 81 hated this
fellow badly enough, but didn't mean
to kill him. meant to kill Sir Cyprian
Davenant, with whom you had made
an appointment to night, counting on
my absence.
Gilbert, what have | ever done that
you should think me the vilest of
women? ! have never wronged you
by one thought about Cyprian Daven-
ant which you might not know, | have
never spoke a word to him which, you
night not hear-you and all the world.
Your jealousy OF him has ended in
murder"
81 have been trapped somehow Some
enemy has set snare for me.
" hat are you to do? Oh, Gilbert is
he dead?"
Yes; the bullet finished him. I
aimed under his shoulder, where L
knew it would be fatal. What am to
do?-cut and run, suppose"
Yes, go, go it is your only chance.
No one knows yet. TO, for Gods sake,
this moment"
"And leave you with corpse on the
premises rather cowardly that.
"Don think of me it is life or death
for you. You must go, Gilbert. There
is no help. Go, or you will be taken
and tried and hanged" cried Consta ce,
clinging to the iron rail trembling,
very cold, the ground reeling under
her feet.
ives, that's the natural sequence.
Foo, fool, fool An anonymous scrib-
bier. What can have brought him
here, and to the windows of your room,
Constance, what does it mean? Do you
know why this man came!"
But G Instance could not answer
him. She had fallen, fainting, on the
iron stair.
1t was not quite midnight when Mr..
Sinclair drove up to his hotel--a small
house in ST. James, chiefly affected by
men about town.
Room leady, James? Yes, of course
it is. You got my telegram We terday.
Been dining with some fellows. You
can bring me brandy and soda up
stairs. That's all"
Sorry the horse lost, SIR" said the
man. with respectful sympathy.
What hor e." asked Gilbert with
vacant look.
BEG your pardon, sir-Goblin, sir.
Thought he was safe to win the cup.
Took the liberty to make my lit
venture on him You bein' an old Gus
toner. you see, sir, and all of us feelin'
interested in him on tn account
THAT was good fellow. The ground
was too hard for him-goes better in
the dirt"
He went up to his bedroom after
this brief colloquy, leaving the head
waiter un9er the impression that Mr..
Sinclair had been dining rather more
freely than usual.
Didn't seem to understand me when
/ smoke to him about his own 'oss,
said the waiter t his friends in con-
Gil; stared at me regular mazed.
All, pore teller, he's it pretty ard
to-day, you may deleLd."
Mr.. Sinclair's last order to the waiter
who carried the brandy and soda to his
bed-ro m was to be called at half-past
6 next morning.
You have a cab at the door at a
quarter past L" he said; Il want to
catch the I: 0 train Into Kent. / ought
to have got home tonight if could
have done it.
"Yes, sir-half-past I, sir. Any
thing particular you would like for
bret kfast?"