The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1896-04-24

| That letter. which. ~cCWl ling nCaNily
| Stanley pond"rcd over, had ECrn WIT
| len hy the man he had employed l.
| assist him in the discovery he Was 8
| anNi0ES to n!Ake.
! The information which that Litter
| afforded was very far from being all
| that was necessary to Sir Lo-hlrn :
nephew.
| 1t told him only to what point lis
suspicious hab been we'll fruEdcI and
how far his inheritance was in danger
"Of what use to me is that letter"
groWled Stanley Claremont. rs he
thrust the document back INTO his
pocket book" "Wtat does 1t tell me
more than l already know ?--vaguc i'll
dicat!onS. but nothing Ill reality dis
covered"
Abraham Mailer, Observing the eX-
flemely bulky appeara lce. Of the poe
knt book. ha,! coucIr.iru tiat q con
siderable deal of its d,>t"ntipn must
be due to the bank notes which Ger
talnly it must contain
The pedlar believed that pocket book
was in danger Of apopleXy, and re-
quired little relief.
And as Ablaha Mailer. besides
being an artful
Honesty Not the Peddler's Policy.
being an artful peddler. was skilful,
and on occasions, a daring thief he re-
solved, If possible. to steal that pocket
book. And hardly had he arrived at
that determination when a favolnb bic
opportunity was afforded him for it's
accomplishment
Some Of the passengers, amongst
whom was Stanley Claren1ont had
formed themselves into a compact
body round the captain Of the vessel,
who was directing their attention to-
ward cloud, which then seemed lit
tie more than a mere black speck on
the horizon far away to the east.
1T appears scarce bigger than my
hand, said Stanley, examining the
cloud through the captains glass
But that speck will bring us rough
weather in the course of the next two
hours said the captain.
At that moment Abraham Mailer
struggling to hear more plainly what
the captain was saying, so. at least,
thought the people around him-Stum-
bled violently against Stanley Glare
mont. clinging for a second or two to
that gentleman to save himself, it
seemed. from falling.
In great rage Claremont thrust the
peddler roughly from him.
Abraham humbly apologized and
claremont abused him for a clumsy
block head
Not SO particularly clumsy. either"
thought the peddler
Then diving below he sought out
favorite corner and commenced to in
form himself Of the contents of Stanley
Claremonts bulky pocketbook, of
which the clumsy blockhcad had CON
trived In that instant when he had
chung to the lawful owner to possess
himself
Restless and impatient to be again
with her suffering uncle. was Frances
O'Meara
She had seated herself on the deck
and was saying to her cousin, who
had advanced TO her side. ..Oh. Stan
ley. we cannot be with poor uncle until
tomorrow, and how long. to me. at
least. will the now approaching night
Really. Frances" her cousin rather
maliciously said, 4 had not expected
to see you so impatient to quit the
vessel"
Frances looked at him inquiringly.
tleman We're to hear you Stanley
was proceeding, when lie was inter
rupted by his cousin, who said. with
just the slightest touch of Indignation
apparent, rs it of Mr. Sydney Drum
mond you are speaking so disdain-
fully
Claremont shrugged his shoulders as
much as to say, "Of whom else could l
be speaking?'
Il have been very happy In. having
met with him." Frances said quietly
and easily.
Claremont had commenced to speak
angrily, but was speedily checked by
Frances.
Il desire, Stanley she said, com
that you will no longer
pretend to jealousy which would be
nothing less than an insult. since ii
has not affection for its excuse"
Again was Stanley about to speak.
NO you not love me-, continued
Frances. Strive not to assure me to
the contrary, for you would but lose
your time
Full Of rage, Stanley was about to
turn away, when he saw Sydney
Drummond standing but a few steps
off, and gazing ardently on Frances
O'Meara.
'Oh, Mr.. Drnmmond" cried Clare
mont inviting Sydney to advance, I'VE
are about to separate; and who knows
it we shah meet again?' and his eyes
were sparkling with gratiffed
malignity; so that you must allow
me express to you my gratitude for
your delicate attentions to my cousin
during the passage"
Sydney drew himself proudly up
he liked not Stanley Claremont; for
no cause that he knew of, except that
Stanley was the cousin, and. perhaps.
the lover. Of Frances O'Meara.
DO you believe, Stanley said