Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1896-10-07

sion on me. lou know that I also said
that, il once l could remember to what
man in actual life that figure bore re-
semblance. / would have his every action
OF the past and present closely scruti-
nized; yet l, too, can do nothing. Even
though could identify some living per-
con with that figure, what could l, q wom-
an, doY'
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 Cum
dalrs 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 a large
charity. also In his name. should be en-
dowed in London.
drop Of his wealth would be spent: Il
would necessitate unceasing thought up
on their part to gradually get 1t all dis
tributed in 4 manner that should do good
to others,
He was the essence Of charity and
generosity" Penlyn said, cit shall be by
q charitable a2d 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 PauPs footmen
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 q hab-
1t 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
reruse them.
Those to Penlyn were ordinary ones
and did not take lsng in the reading, and
he was about to turn round and ask Ida
il hers was Of any Importance. when he
was startled by a sound from her lips
a sound that was half gasp and half
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! ny dearestl what IL it2" he e1.
claimed, - he bent towards her and plae.
ed his arm around her. Ida! have yeu
had bad news. have you"
'sThe dream" she moaned, "the dreamr
"What dreamY' he said. while a sweat
Of horrsr, of underlined, unknown horror
broke cut upon his forehead. "Whst
dream?
1.-The letter! Read the letter. she an.
swered, while in her eyes was a look hs
had once seen before-the far-away look
that had been there when he first spOks
to her of his brothers murder.
He stoo1sd and picked up the letter
picked it - and read it hurriedly; and
then he, too, let it fall again and leans6
back against the seat.
philip Smerdon my brothers murder
er!" he exclaimed. philip Smerdon, my
friend, an assassin The self a accused, the
self-avowed murderer Of Walter Cundalli
Ida." he said, turning to her, lis his the
figure in your dream?"
Yes" she walled. "Yesl 1 recognise
1t now"
ITO he contfnuedO