Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1896-07-30

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morning. for she dreamt that he vas tax
ing his farewell Of her: only It seemed
that they were back again in the conser-
vatory attached to Lady Chesterton's ball
room.
She was seated In the same place 40 she
had been when he told her Of his love;
b could hear the dreamy strains OF the
very same ~waltz-nothing was changed,
except that It seemed darker, much dark
er; and she could do little more than rec
ognize his form and see his dark, sad
eyes fixed on her.
Then he bent over and kissed her gently
on the forehead-more, 40 it seemed in her
dream, with a brothers thar a lovers
kiss-and said: Farewell, forever! In
this world we two shall never meet
again"
Then. A. he turned to 60. she saw be-
hind him another form with its face
s%hrouded, but with q figure that seemed
wonderfully familiar to her, and, as he
faced 1t, it sprang upon him.
And with a shrek she nwoke-awoke
to see the bright sun shining outside and
to notice that the hands Of the clock
pointed to nearly eight.
And her first action was to kneel by
the side Of her bed and to thank heaven
that 1t was only a dream.
Her disturbed rest made her, perhaps,
q little paler than usual in the morning.
but had thus only added a more delicate
tinge to her loveliness. As she stood
talking to young Montagu on the veranda.
this youth began to wish that he was
Lord Penlyn.
1t was at this time that, to the different
groups scattered about, there came a ru-
NOR that a horrible murder had been
committed in London last night, or early
that morning.
A few persons, who had come down by
the last special train, had heard some
thing about it, but they did not know any
thing Of the details: and two or three
copies of the first editions Of the evening
papers had arrived, but they told very lit
tie, except that undoubtedly q murder had
taken place, and that the victim was, to
all appearances, o gentleman.
Get . paper, Montagu," the baronet
said, "and let US see what it is"
He came back in q few moments, hav-
Ing succeeded in borrowing a second edi-
ton from q friend, and he read out to
them the particulars, which were by no
means full.
It appeared that, after the storm in
London was over, which was about three
O'Clock in the morning, a policeman going
on his walk down the Mall Of st. James
Park, had come across q gentleman lying
by the ratings that divide that part of
It from the gardens, a gentleman whom
he at first took to be overcome by drink.
On shaking him, however, he discovered
him to be dead, and he then thought he
must have been struck by lightning. A
further glance showed that this was not
the case, as he perceived that the dead
man was stabbed In the region Of the
heart, that his watch and chain had been
wrcnched away there being a broken
piece Of the chain left in the button hole),
and. II he had any, his papers and pocket
book taken.
His umbrella, which was without any
name or engraving, was BY his side; his
linen, which was extremely fine, was un-
marked, and his clothes, although drench-
ed with mud and rain, were Of the best
possible quality.
That up to now, was all the informa-
ton the paper possessed.
"How dreadful to think of a man being
murdered in such q public place as that!''
Ida said. "Surely the murderer cannot
long escape!'
It vas . glorious evening after a glori-
ous day: and, some laughing and talking,
some firting, and some discussing the
days racing and speculating on that Of
the morrow, they soon forgot all about
the tragedy.
dered nan wal likely to be known to
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their Ascot week. But when they had
gone to their rooms to dress for dinner,
they learned that the dead man was
known to them.
A telegram had come to Sir Paul from
his butler In London, saying: 1.-THE gen.
tleman murdered In st. James Park last
night was Mr.. Cundall. He has been
identified by his butler and servants."
CHAPTER VII.
About the same time that Sir Paul
Rauzhton received the telegram from
London, and was taking counsel with one
or two Of his elder guests az to whether
he should at once tell Ida the dreadful
news or leave it till the morning, Lord
Penlyn entered his hotel in town.
His face, which usually bore a good
color, was ghastly pale, his eyes "a
great hollows and deep rings around
them, and even his lips looked a. il the
blood had left them.
He had come from his club, where.
since it had been discovered who the vic
tim Of last nights tragedy was, nothing
else but the murder had been talked
about, 40 was ALSO the case In every club
and public place in London, and he now
mounted the steps Of the hotel with the
manner OF a man who was either very
weak or very weary.
Lord Penlyn entered his room and took
up = letter that was lying on his table,
and proceeded to open It, throwing him
self at the same time YEARLY into an arm
chair.
He read It carefully from beginning to
end, and then dropped it on the floor as
he put his hands up to his head and wall
ed:
Murdered! Murdered! When he had
written this letter only an hour before"
And then he wept long and bitterly.
The letter ran:
my Brother-Since / saw you last Sat-
urday ! have been thinking deeply upon
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