The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1894-06-13

do anything which would tend to her
injury. But it does seem shame, by
Jove; it does seem Il shameH"
He began to pace the floor with his
hands behind his back
II have my suspicious" he contin,
ucd. IF you knew them, you would be
as impatient as l am"
II doubt it," returned Lamar, "but
by and by you will tell them to me, and
we shall see Before that, however,
want to settle your mind on one point.
Mrs. Forsythe does not know and never
hoard of this man Dye. 1t was utterly
ridiculous, of course, that she should,
but to satisfy you have asked her.
But it is she who lives at 10 Living
ston street"
"And it is also her servants who live
there" exclaimed Lamar impatiently.
Any reference to his intended bride
always had depressing effect upon the
physician. He folded his hands behind
him, turned his back on Maxoy and
looked gloomily out Of the window at
the river The artist approached him
and laid friendly hand on his arm.
"Old fellow, l have offended YOU"
Nothing of the sort, )" returned La
mar. "You did simply right How
could You know that the suspicion of
the lodging house keeper in Flood street
was preposterous? You never saw her. :"
MaXey was well aware of that If
there was any matter on earth in which
he felt he was not in his friends conf
dence, it was this matter of his engage
ment with the Widow Forsythe, and yet
his esteem and regard for the man were
too great to permit him to neglect an
opportunity, such as this, to counsel him.
"Eustace," he began hesitatingly, Il
wish l could feel that you wouldn't
think that was preSuming on your
friendship"
Lamar turned toward him, puzzled
and wondering.
"Why, what is all this, Julian?"
'It is my eXtravagant imagination, I
suppose; but | can't get over the impress
sion that your approaching marriage is
not-well, that you do not look upon it
as you ought.
Lamar turned his head away very
quickly.
Mrs. Forsythe is q lady," he said in
a low voice. "She is very handsome.
She is very talented woman. She has
a fortune, and have been called a
thousand times lucky dogp"
"All this is much, Eustace, but do
you really love herr"
Lamar made an impatient gesture.
"You don't expect me to talk senti-
ment, hope?"
MaXey sighed.
"That's the trouble I was afraid of.
You are too much wrapped up in your
science, and you imagine you don't be-
lieve in these things. But / tell you,
Lamar, they are just as real and essen
tial as anything else in our lives"
Lamar attempted to force tono of
jocularity.
"Whcn did you experience your last
great passage, Maxey2"
''You know l never had one. But l
believe in it. knowi it, because have
seen it. "
"Oh, indeedw Lamar's words were
dry and short, but somehow he looked
much more distressed than indifferent.
MaXey went on earnestly: "Eustace,
1t has been your province on many i'm
portant occasions to give me advice, and
you must acknowledge that in however
bad grace Iaccepted it l generally acted
on it. can't expect you to take mine,
but am none the less going to advise
you. If you marry Mrs. Forsythe for her
money, you will regret it all the days Of
your life"
Lamar turned upon him almost an
grily, "Who told you that, MaXey?"
The artist replied a little stiflly:
Nobody. inferred it from what you
said. You do not love her. Don't marry
her. g."
Love her? No. But, what is more to
the point, Iesteem and respect her That
is enough. MaXey, this is not an agree
able subject to me. Don't let us refer to
it again. My mother has set her heart
on this match, and even if l were con-
vinced of its unadvisability could not
honorably retreat now. If there was q
time when had little romantic feel
ing for Mrs. Forsythe, and if time and
better acquaintance with her have en-
abled me to overcome it, why, that is
my affair. If was weak enough or fool
ish enough to take u hasty, impulsive
step i'll an all important matter-a step
which have since had reason to re-
gret-that is my affair too. If / have
said to you that which I have told and
Shall tell to no other person upon earth,
it is because | know you too well to be-
lievo that you would betray my conf
dcnce. Julian, you will not mention
that have said this much to you to a
living soul-nOt even to-
He stopped and avcrted his glance and
went on again: mot even to your near
est and dearest friend Now, let us
change the subject"
MaXey looked at his friend regretful-
ly, Lamar coughed and drummed on the
piano. "a.
"Well, "said the physician at length,
"you We're saying that you had your
suspicious. Whom do you suspect"
81 suspect that man Dye. Isn't it
somewhat remarkable that he disap-
peared from the house in Flood street
the very same day that this crime was
committed on the cliff road?"
at is worth noting at least What do
the police thinls?"
II have not employed the police at all
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