Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1896-09-24

One thing alone chastened their happl.
ness-the memory of the dead man, and
the knowledge that his murderer had not
been brought to justice.
II swore Upon his grave to avenge him."
Lord Penlyn said, land I have done moth
ing, a do nothing. II any one ever
avenges him It will be Senior GuffantA.
and l sometimes doubt il he will be able
to do 30. 1t seems a poor termination to
the rows I took"
perhaps It is but a natural one" Ida
answered. 1T is only in romances, and
In ZONE few cases Of real life, that . muir
der planned as this one must have been
Is punished. Yet, 30 long as we live, we
will pray that some day his wicked assas-
sin may be discovered"
do you still think Penlyn asked,
shat the figure which you saw in your
dream wac known to you in actual life?
Do you think that il the murderer Is ever
found you will remember that you have
known himT'
ut is a dream" she answered, "only
a dream! Yet it made a strange impress
sion on me. You know that l also said
that, il once l could remember to what
man in actual life that figure bore Il re-
semblance, l would have his every action
Of the past and present closely scruti-
nized; yet l, too, can do nothing. Even
though l could identify some living per-
son with that figure. what could l. u wom-
an, doT"
Nothing. darling" her lover answered
her, I'VE can neither Of us DO anything.
II Guffanta cannot find him, we must be
content to leave his punishment to heav-
en-"
So. gradually, they came to think that
never in this world would Walter Gun
dalPs death be avenged, and gradually
their thoughts turned to other things, to
the happy life that seemed before them,
and to the way In which that life should
be spent.
Under the fir trees they would sit and
plan how the vast fortune that the dead
man had left should best be laid out, how
an almshouse bearing his name should be
erected at Occleve Chase, and how n large
charity, also in his uame. should he en-
dowed in London.
And even then, they knew that but q
drop of his wealth would be spent; it
would neccssitate unceasing thought up
on their part to gradually get it all dis
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to others.
He was the essence of charity and
generosity" Penlyn said, lit shall be by
a charitable and generous disposal of his
wealth that we will honor his memory"
They were seated on their usual bench
one evening, still making their plans,
when they saw one of Sir Paurs ootmen
coming towards them and bringing the
usual batch of papers and letters.
1t was the time at which the post gen.
orally came in, and they had made a hab-
it of having their correspondence brought
to them there, and of passing the half.
hour before dinner in reading their letters.
The man handed several to Lord Pen
lyn and one to Ida, and they began to
peruse them.
Those to Penlyn were ordinary ones
and did not take long in the reading, and
he was about to turn round and ask Ida
If hers was of any Importance. when he
was startled by a sound from her lips
a sound that was half a gasp and half q
moan.
As he looked at her he saw that she
had sunk back against the wooden rail
of the garden seat, and that she was
deathly pale.
The letter she had received, and the
envelope bearing the green stamp Of
Switzerland, had fallen at her feet.
"Ida! my dearest! what is it," he ex-
claimed, as he bent towards her and plac-
ed his arm around her. Ida! have you
had bad news, have YOU"
1.-THE Dream" she moaned, "the dream!'
what dreamT' he said, while a sweat
Of horror, Of underlined, unknown horror
broke out upon his forehead. "What
| dream""
''The letter! Read the letter. she an
swered, while in her eyes was a look he
had once seen before-the far-away look
that had been there when he first spoke
to her OF his brothers murder.
He stopped and picked up the letter
picked it up and read it hurriedly; and
then he, too, let it fall again and leaned
back against the seat.
philip Smerdon my brothers murder
err" he exclaimed. philip Smerdon, my
friend, an assassin! The se~lf-accused. the
s~elf-avowed murderer of Walter Cundall!
lda," he said, turning to her, sis his the
figure in your dream?"
"Yes," she walled. Eyes! / recognize
it now"
Ito he cOntinuedl