The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1895-03-30

Doctor, you re wanted at the rectOry.
Rush of blood to the head caused by
shock Then he added. after 4 pause !:
And pray to God that for once your
remedies may fail
Il may tell the whole story to you two,
Bos Tee said that evening. as he sat in the
clematis- hung arbor with the doctor and
the policeman. It's a pathetic bit of
life -history-besideS. it's interesting to
us looking with frown on the police
man. because it shows how one ought to
shy at mere circumstantial evidence Mo
tiyes the thing-without motive tee
hssn' LEG to stand on.
Boss Tee knocked the ashes out of his
| pipe. and began as though he were reading
I from book
Twelve years ago retired colonel
haunted Monte Carlo He was widow
er and he and his daughter lived happy
go-lucky Bohemian life.
She was pretty in certain way-pe
tite and fair, and with sparkle gained
from Corsican grandmother She had
always a small court. composed of men of
mixed nationalities and when her father
had run of luck she bought new frocks
and gave picnics One of her most per
si-teut admirers was VI d Himbu. but she
cared little for him One evening the
colonel forsook the tables for baccart. he
loet two thousand to VI d Hmbu and
still the mad frenzy Of play was upon him.
I have nothing left 10 stake he la
mented
Yes, whispered NJ d Himbu, the
highest stake of all-your daughter
When the lust Of play cooled the col
onel knew what he had done
Next morning his daughter found him
on the shore his right hand srasping a
pistol. the wound in his temple laved by
the calm waves of the Mediterranean
Revenge was the emotion that swayed
her a. she stood over her father dead
body You viii remember told you that
Corsican blood ran in her veins, and that
( the vendetta had to her farbearS been a
binding obligation.
Neither me nor my money shall VI
Himbu see again, was her cry.
As soon as possible the colonel daugh-
ter left for England TO find home with
her mother brother. old Admiral Jones
Life with him was ~ unlike the bright
gay Monte Carlo life as it was possible to
be She stepped at once into an atmos-
phere Of Puritanism She sang at open
air meetings she played the harmonium
in the Sailors Bethel she signed the
pledge. and joined the Gambling
League And in this calmer air she for
got vengeance, she remembered VI. Il Him
bu only as one remembers a bad nightmare
Mr Guyhirn being in town for the
May gatherings, was fascinated by her
zeal and intense energy, and. Is she re
marked parenthetically this afternoon
He stood on the opposite pole Ia VI.
d Himbu, he had never even Scena Group
icr; aud ~ accepted him.
She understood the duties Of a vicar 5
wife. and fulfilled them ~ was natural,
there came days when she craved for the
brightness and freedom Of other years
DAYS wheu her Bohemianism asserted t.
-elf-a Bohemianism her studioJs. matter
af- fact husband could not comprehend
And thus i came about thar she learned
self repression, she simulated that which
he would have her he she acted hel
part
-Over-acted il. remarked pr Settle
And 80 her spirit was dammedin in. t,
burst forth with greater iarce when hel
,elf repression Wa, for once forgotten. BY
one IT the >traugest DEGREES Of fate VI
4 Himbu came to Oldby and learned that
thu, rector wife was none other than hr
oId love
some 4.obi,ris moved him L. send thi
note {" Mr>. tiuyhim continued BCs>
Tee. taking it from hi pocket book ant
reading
Your father died owing me YOU an,
- 400. meet me by your garden ut q. )
and pay me one or the other
ALPHoNSE.
Who tork that thcSe note demand
ed the policeman.
Daft Tom, who probably thought mor,
Of the sixpenee than Of the errand
The Corsiean blood leaped up, ol,
memories maddened her, she seized Mis-
Marehden dagger and-as luck woul,
have it-her cape which wa, hanging il
the hall and rushed forth 10 NEE; the MAJ
who embedded al the evil Of the past \
she reached the knowl she saw her hu~han,
On the 6eldpath, she knew She loved hin
and hated VI 4 Hmbu and in her wIayl
she Slruck ck-ouce-twicc For my chill
dreu :. Tor my husband : sake | kcp, i
lrnee. >he -lid but | would not have le
Manurie suffer
Nnd Miss Marchden knew
She suspected She saw Mr>. Guy
hirn fling the dagger on the pollari bu
wnuld not betray her friend
Il an uncommon story. continue,
MIR Bndser. and if II hadn been ia
my Berrade might never Ia, t been known
knew she didn send that album withuu
due cause She the tee, not l.