Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1897-07-25

Tn, DOlQer OOClOTS. OIO DuSy W
dies" cried Lady WeIland, now before
her mirror, where, in the endeavor to
make up for lost time, she was brush
| ing her hair energetically.
He is coming to see you in the
morning, dear"
What! l won't see him! tell you,
Wilfred, I refuse to see him." exclailn-
ed Lady Welland, Yieiously, dropping
her brush on TO the toilet table with a
crash that smashed a. crystal perfume
bottle. How dare you come bother
| ing me? I'm not ILL., l don't want him.
Let him wait till 1 send for him"
Hush, Violet, you are unreasonable.
You don't know what you are saying.
well. l won't see him. That's al"
she replied doggedly, taking up her
brush and brushing her hair again.
well, take your coffee while 1t is
hot" was all ne could say, as Fan
Ghetto appeared bearing FURNISHED
brass tray wherein was the desired
beverage, and he departed to array
himself for the meal of the day.
But it was not in expectation OF cof-
fee that Lady Welland turned so eag-
erly to Fanchette.
Have you got it? Quick! give it to
me-"
Here, madame" replied the woman,
placing a small packet in her trembling
hand. Il had-ohl so much trouble to
get it. At the shop they are such
fools; and the horse he move so slow.
But here it is at last"
Lady WellaDd heard her not She
was kneeling On the hesrthrug gloat-
ing over something she held in her
hand. 1t was morphia syringe!
Meanwhile, locked in her chamber,
Miss Heron had unwrapped the parcel
taken from the dead mans hand, and
found that it enclosed a riding-crop of
ordinary appearance.
The sight Of it, however made Miss
Heron's heart give a sudden throb and
then lag painfully. Holding the han
die close to the light, she could deciph-
er the initials, "J.H." 1t was a whip that
Wilfred as a boy had given his uncle
by way OF a birthday gift. Those ini-
tials she remembered the boy burning
in with a red-hot wire when. he called
in at the Heronry to show her the
present, and to receive her congratula-
tions on having made choice so use
ful.
Removing as far as possible the
smears Of mud from the paper wrap
ping, she could read the inscription:
The contents were found by me on
the hearthrug Of Maisonette drawing
room, on evening of 23d December, SO.
e. RALEIGH"
Misc HGpNn 1trac rNoryNIavod oh
How could Sir Jasper's whip be left in
the MaisOnette? As far as anyone
knew, he and Lady Welland-then Mrs.
MongOrton-had never met. The 23d
that was the day before Sir Jasper
was murdered.
Then the dead man, how was he
mixed upin those things? Oh, she
had it, He had been a servant at the
Maisonette. And she distinctly re-
membered Violet saying she would be
relieved TO get rid Of him when she
married, and was surprised later to
find him installed at Welland Court.
He had found the whip in Mrs Mon /
gortOn's drawing room the day before |
Sir Jasper was SO mysteriously assas-
Sinated. That he had attached i'm |
Pun ecAAGt " lAG lluOl Was CNlutuL ny HIS /
sealing it up and keeping it. Could it |
be that his mistress knew anything of |
the murder, and that the servant-he |
had an evil face-blackmailed her? |
And then this mans awful death
what had caused il? Could the hand
which had struck the first blow have
also-no, no! the thought was too
awful!
80 Rising atQea odufeRty ao5ift "efe room
to compose herself.
Sir Wilfred was the one person she
cared greatly for on earth. Since he
was a child she had felt a mothers
care for him. She melted into pitiful
at the thought of his open,
trusting nature blighted by experience
so sad and terrible.
Taking a sudden resolution, she
hastily thrust the tell-tale whip deep
into the glowing centre Of the fire, and
watched it consume till but a few
white ashes remained.