Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1894-07-12

Her eyes closed wearily.
No more of this, he said authorita-
lively. "This conversation has been toe
much for her. Get her to bed, Miss Max-
ey."
But we have found out nothing, " ex-
postulated the artist ''It is already two
weeks, and you have allowed nobody to
question her. Meanwhile we do not
know how imperative for the ends of
justice it is that we should have this
crime explained.
Lamar looked at the artist in stern
silence for moment, and then with a
sudden movement seized him, as if he
had been an unruly schoolboy, by his ear
and led him from the room. When they
were in the back parlor, he released him
and said with a sternness that was not
at all assumed:
''Do you want to undo all that has
been done? The girl remains here only
upon condition that you obey her ply
sician's orders Those orders are that you
shall absolutely refrain from question
ing her or even limiting of the past in
any way until you have my permission.
/ will tell you plainly, it may be for
weeks"
$50 longp said Maxey in consterna-
tion. "You know would be the last to
do anything which would tend to her
injury. But it does seem a shame, by
Jove; it does seem a shame!"
He began to pace the floor with his
hands behind his back.
II have my suspicious" he contin-
ued. "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, I
want to settle your mind on one point.
Mrs. Forsythe does not know and never
heard 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 16 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 Maxey and
looked gloomily out Of the window at
the river. The artist approached him
and laid friendly hand on his arm.
cold fellow, l have offended YOU"
Nothing of the Sort" returned La
mar. "You did simply right. How
sould you know that the suspicion of
the lodging house keeper in Flood street
was preposterous2 You never saw her. "
Maxey was we'll 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, II
wish l could feel that you wouldn't
think that I was presuming on your
friendship"
Lamar turned toward him, puzzled
and wondering.
"Why, what is all this, Julian?"
"It is my extravagant imagination, Z
suppose, but I can't get over the impress
sion that your approaching marriage is
that you do not look upon it
as you ought. s..
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
% fortune, and I have been called a
thousand times a lucky dog!'"
''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 was afraid of.
You arc too much wrapped up in your
science, and you imagine you don't be-
lieve in these things. But I tell you,
Lamar, they are just as real and essen
tial as anything else in our lives. ~
Lamar attempted to force tone of
jocularity.
"When did you experience your Last
great passage, Maxey?"
"You know | never had ONE. But
believe in it. I know it, becauseI have
seen it.
ooh, indeed!" Lamar's words were
dry and short, but somehow he looked
much more distressed than Indifferent.
Maxey went on earnestly: 4'Eustace,
it has been your province ON many i'm
portant occasions to give me advice, and
you must acknowledge that in however
bad grace accepted it I generally acted
on it. i 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 little stif1y:
Nobody. inferred it from what you
said You do not love her. Don't marry
her."
Love her? No But, what is more to
the point, esteem 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 were con-
WINGED Of its unadvisabi1ity I could not
honorably retreat now. If there was a
time when had little romantic feel
ing for Mrs Forsythe, and if time and
q better acquaintance with her have en-
abled me to- overcome it, why, that is
my affair II twas weak enough or fooa-
ish enough to take hasty, impulsive
step in an all important matter-a step
which I have since had reason to re-
gret-that is my affair too. II have