The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1896-05-29

white camelias. heard Mrs. We'll
don ask him to fetch them"
Mr.. Trevlyn started up.
81 will have put the whole house.
hold, at once, and search the whole es-
tate! For I feel as if some terrible
crime may have been done upon our
very threshold. Margie, dear, take
heart, he may be alive and well!"
He went out to alarm the already
excited guests, and in half an hour the
place was alive with lanterns, carried
by those who sought for the missing
bridegroom.
Pale and silent, the women gathered
themselves together in the chamber Of
the bride, and waited. Margie sat
among them in her white robes, mute
and motionless as a statue.
1t must be terrible to fall by the
hand of an assassin" said Mrs. Wei
don, with a shudder. Good heavens!
what a dreadful thing it would be if
Mr.. Linmere has been murdered"
AN assassin! My Cod" cried Mar
gle, a terrible thought stealing across
her mind. Who had touched her in
he cypress grove? What hand had
woke in her a thrill that changed her
from ice to fire? What if it we're the
hand of her betrothed husbands MUIR
derer?
AleXandrine started forward at Mar
gie's exclamation. Her cheek was white
as marble, her breath came quick and
struggling.
"Margie! Margie Harrison!" she
cried, what do you mean?"
Nothing" answered Margie, recov-
ering herself, and relapsing into her
usual self-composure.
They searched all that night, and
found nothing. Absolutely nothing.
With the early train, both Mr.. Trevlyn
and Mr.. Weldon went to the city. They
hurried to Mr.. Linmere's room, only to
have their worst fears confirmed. Pie
tro informed them that his master had
left there on the 6 o'clock train; he
had seen him to the depot, and into the
car, receiving some orders from him
relative to his rooms, after he had TAX
en- his seat.
There could be no longer any doubt
but that there had been foul play some
where. The proper authorities were
notified, and the search began afresh.
Harrison Park and its environs were
thoroughly ~ransacked; the river was
searched, the pond at the foot of the
drained, but nothing was discov-
cred. There was no clue by which the
fate of the missing man could be
guessed at, ever so vaguely.
Every person about the place was ex-
amined and cross-eXamined, but no one
knew anything, and the night shut
down, and left the matter in mystery.
at length, suggested Leo, Mr..
greyhound.
Him no love his master" said the
italian, "but him scent keen. It will
10 no hurt to try him"
Accordingly the next morning Pie
TO brought the dog up to the Park.
The animal was sullen, and would &C
;ept attentions from NJ me save Mar
gle, to whom he seemed to take at first
sight. And after she had spoken to
lin kindly, and patted his head, he re-
used all persuasions and commands to
cave her.
Mr.. Darby, the detective, whose SER
ices had been engaged in the affair,
all his powers of entreaty on
he dog, but the animal chung to Margie,
md would not even look in the direc-
ion of the almost frantic detective.
tits no use, Miss HARRISON" said
Darby, 'the cur won't stir an inch. You
will have to come with him! Sorry to
SIX We, but this thing must be seen
Every well, 1 will accompany you"
aid Margie, rising, and throwing on
shawl, she went out with them, fol-
owed by Mrs. Weldon, Alexandrine,
two or three other ladies.
Leo kept close to Margie, trotting
long beside her, uttering every now
then a low whine indicative of an
.icipation and pleasure.