Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1896-10-16
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CHAPTER NX.
"Hal!oo, thcrc-hoy. Look alive there,
mates Up she gors" And the gigantic
crane. and thc strong iron chain, nnd the
huge hook began to do their work again.
in the srcat loft of Il many siored build
ing, one nf those giant warehouses nf
which L"noners are excessively pr"u
There WIS hustle i'll the crowded ;,i,-.
cumhnrrI yard. always Il busy spot.
above which were inscribed the words.
"crnmp Marsh l. taNton. Importers"
MIR. Marsh moved about the cncum-
bcrcd yarl giving orders personally
now and then, but no, rs Il rule in;crfcr-
ing in the general management of the
place.
"A letter. SIR said one of the mes
scngrrs. coming up to his employer with a
note i'll his hand.
"Ilcyd"y! exclaimed Mr.. Marsh. arch
ing his eyebrows. "Whnt's this!''
There must have been something un-
usual i'll the aspect of this particular let
ter to have elected a start and an eXcla
nation If surprise from experienced
n man of business as MIR. Ephm;m Marsh
This pink envelope. highly scented. was
directed. in an Enthusiastically feminine
hand, to
"Ephraim Marsh, Esquire.
"Creek Lane,
City of London"
He opened it with visible reluctance.
glanced ut its contents, and exclaimed:
"Heytey" again and more emphatically
than before. To ail appearance he was
not satisfied with this cursory inspection
of the missivc, for lie made haste TO enter
n compartment of the glazed counting
house sacred to himself. and pulling out
his sold-rmmed spcctaclcs, proceeded in
leisurcly way to read the cpistlc.
Heedfully he put away the letter and
its envelope i'll an inner pocket of his coat
When he emerged from his own glazed
den MIR. Marsh was IL changed man. His
brougham stood waiting in the lane with
out, the coachman. like Doctors coach
man. on the alert.
"Eome. james; and drive fast, will
you!" said the merchant, shortly. And
the carriage dashed off quickly in the
direction IT Dagger Court. Il. G.
The houses in Dagger Court are all old.
All are soidly built. good seasoned oakcn
timbers n,ing!ing with such hrickwork as
now moves the regrctfnl envy of consci-
entious contractors. The rooms which
Mr.. Marsh inhabited-s tirst-oor set of
apartments-were approached by stair
case, up which. according TO the old say
ing, coach-nnd-siN might have been
driven, SO broad and easy were the snail
low steps in blnckened oak, while the
balusters We're heavy with grapes and ap-
pies and rose-custers, carved by forgot
ten chiscls of those who must have loved
their handiwOrk long ago in the dim past.
As soon as he reached the big low
drawing room. with its ceiling cmh.:,zon-
ed with mythology. like an nflcr-taslc of
the Renaissance. MIR. Marsh once more
inspected the pink letter iaa, hal reached
him at his place Of business. The letter
ran thus:
'Sir-I do not know whether .ou arc
aware that your ward. Miss Violet Now
bray, is the lawful possessor of seventy
thousand pounds Sterling. of which she is
deprived by fraud. Also. haze To to-.
you that All nnpr.ncp.rsl man. who knows
of this circumstance. is trying Ia win he.
to become his wife. To possess himself OF
the money.
"A TRUE l'RIl.ND."
''rhc thing is only an anonymnus let
teri con;emp'uously remarked Mr..
Marsh. p,ils:ng up his lips ans! knitting
was thought. wui,i,, have made his niece
his lcic>s--:,na Niole, was her only child
yet I have seen li.: vii with no mention
sof tile name Of Mowhray in il. and he
lncathi,g what hr had to leave 10 NOR.
distant Einsfo.k. He WAS rcpuicd rich
but report plays strange tricks with the
sum total oil th" savings of these old In
dian generals. His will WAS dul. proved
But there may have been Il cndici.; ol
there may have lp.cn Il trust decd"
Again Mr.. Marsh looked frown:rg.y II,
the pink paper. and again he shook hi.
hend. He WAS II conscientious man. Hi.
guardianship of Violet Mowbray was OH,
of his most sacred duties in his eyes. III.
looked at his watch. Then he rang til.
bell. The oldest little man servant,
year or two older than his mastcr-cam,
presently into the room in answer to til,
ring.
Juniper" said Mr. Marsh. in IL ton.
of assumed Indifference. II shall not sleel
here tonight. l am going ont Of town
and want You to pack my portmanteau
since l have just time to catch the 1:4'
express" And in few minutes NOR,
he was in his cab, hound for the terminus
CHAPTER NXI.
I'VE are sorry to lose YOU, dear Mis-
-Mowbray," the countess had said. witt
her sweetest smile and in her most dulce
accents, when her young guest left Thors
dale to return to Woodburn Parsonage
Zone comfort is that we shall be nea
neghbors STILL"
Much to Violet's relief, Sir Richard ha,
not been present ut Thorsdale on the oc
'casion Of her departure. Don she ha'
not seen since the memorable day Of thci
.betrothal.
The carriage from Thorslale Park
with its coroncted panels and high-stel
ping grays, which had brought Miss Nov
bray back to the Parsonage, had but jus
driven off, when another and humble
vehicle drew up at the garden gate, an
Don, springing from the dog cart, briskl
ascended the well-knOwn road with som
books under his arm.
"Is Mr.. Langton at home?" asked tn
young man Of the housemaid, who came
all smiles, to open the door.
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