The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-07-13

may, I cannot" said Peter gently.
"There is no one to fill my place in the
play. But if you desire it l will give
notice of my leaving tonight
"Be sure you do and make also all
due arrangements at your lodging house
for n hasty departure, said Wayling,
with ominous emphasis "We must sail
from New York on the first vessel out
ward hound. One leaves for England
at dawn.
They arrived at the door Of the thea
ter on Nassau street.
"At what hour tonight will you be
ready for my visit?" asked Wayling.
SAT ii precisely. Do not knock.
Throw a pebble against the window,
and ! will come down and admit you
myself" ssss~--
Wayiing held out his hand.
at may be on the morrow you vii!
not take my hand. Perhaps shall sail
without you at dawn" he said, pa
thetic wistfulness in his voice and face.
"And yet know you will pity me, Pc
ter-aye, even though you condemn. At
IL watch for me-.
With an excited, troubled heart Pc
ter watched him go down the street un-
til the darkness swallowed him.
"What strange things do his words
forecaste" he mused II hope nothing
i'll will como of this: Yet feel will
witness scene tonight I may not soon
forget. All, why did consent? l know
not to what evil doing have pledged
myself Ecod, I'll run after him and
tell him l cannot agree to blindly fol-
low his wishes. But, no., he muttered,
turning back again, "let come what
may. 1t is too late now. shall keep
my word"
At IL O'Clock Pearl street was as ST.
lent as a street in a deserted town.
Nothing could be heard but the distant
cry of the rattle watch as they told the
hour. An occasional light burned in an
upper window, but for the most part
all good New Workers were asleep. The
sky was yellow, the moon floating above
the dormer windows peeped forlornly
from mist, and dampness had crept
into the air which foreboded a storm.
IuC anu Ills IudsbtI WALNUT
almost noiselessly along until they
stood before Peters house. In an upper
window the curtain was drawn aside,
and a candle burned on the window
sill.
"Give the signal, Rao," directed
Wayling.
The Hindoo picked up fragment Of
stone and threw it against the window.
1t struck the glass clearly, family, like
the tick of clock. They saw Peter
peer down for second, very pale and
anxious, and ip a few moments he soft
ly opened the door.
HAS he conner" whispered Wayling
as they entered the hall.
AYE, but one word in your ear. He
is drunk and at your mercy. Promise
there will be no violence done here to-
night" ~
HMo violence" Wayling Whispered
back, motioning to the Hindoo to ascend
the stairs. "He shall die painlessly.
That is more than he deserved, but die
he shall,
"What are you Saying, man? What
mean your" asked Peter aghast
THAT he must die. Not here, if you
refuse, then Oh the Observation-Disclosures
morrowl What matters time or place so
that it be soon-soon? Come, let us has
ten. We waste time, -
"Ah, ] have been bitterly deceived by
you," said Peter III a hot whisper, and
This dica iptnoDt Il, btu bn,n b,,t
him almost us much IA the terror of the
mysterious something he was about to
witness. You have trapped me into
vile plot against q mans life, and |
thought you-well no matter what. l
was fool, But swear you cannot
make me patty TO this murder, pre-
arranged, revolving, cold blooded muir
der! | would rather cut off my right
hand than serve your ends, sir will
arouse the house.
"Peter, kearken to me. You will not
do sc" said the other softly, laying his
hand upon the lads shoulder and look
ing deeply into his eyes. "This man
has wIonged me TO an amount beyond
your power of calculation. l ask you
only 60 hear what / shall say. l only
ask you that. If afterward you desire
Uautley to 90 free, not finger shall be
laid upon him while under your roof.
Think you l could look you in your eyes
and speak falsely? Trust me-"
The hand pressed more firmly ON
Peters shoulder, and he suffered him
self to be half led to the stairs, which
he assembled like one in dream. Upon
the first landing the Hindoo waited for
them. His face was set with quiet de-
termination, and his eyes were like bril-
liants. Without word they filed up the
narrow stairway to the poor little room
next the sky, where Peter studied his
parts, wrote his sonnets and dreamed
his dreams.
Cautley lay sleeping upon a chintz
covered couch set against the opposite
wall. He breathed heavily. His face was
darkly flushed, his head thrown back,
his waistcoat partially unbuttoned,
showing his throat.
"Asleepp exclaimed Wayling, ad-
vancinp to his side his face palino opd