The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1897-09-17
Copyright, 1897, by the Author.I

II married Lola Crawshay," be re-
sumed after lighting fresh cigarette,
from no silly, sentimental notions, but
because l had a hold over her on &C.
count Of a trip Of her long headed but
somewhat irresponsible old father. To
do the girl Justice, she never did any
thing but hate me, but she was exceed
ingly useful, and-well, she was afraid
to carry her hatred Of me too far be-
cause had knack Of using with ex-
cellent effect my knowledge Of her IA
theirs mistake. You understand"
He leered at her with repulsive sssur-
ance as he paused to take couple Of
whiffs Of the cigarette, which he did
with great apparent enjoyment.
"You will make this as short as poa-
sible if you please" said Beryl, begin
ming to take the impression Of the case
which be intended.
Certainly. Well, / will pass over
our matrimonial life and hurry on to
the end. There came the day when we
had the scene on the DEVILS rock. I
colored the incident little in my tell.
Ing II last night, and the little episode
Of the stamping on ny fingers was an
effort of my own invention" He did
not wish Beryl to think that Lola had
done anything Of the kind. In the
plain and uucolored version had moth
ing but my own clumsy stupidity to
blame for the whole affair. I had said
things which did not please her lady
ship-a man cannot always guard bis
tongue, you know, Miss Leycester,
even to his wife-and when she retozt-
ed tried force, and then when she re-
sented it I started back, and, like q
fool. fell over the edge Of the cliff. How
was saved from instant death I CAL
not even guess, but I didn't die, as you
can see for yourself, and when found
myself alive I had wit enough to hide
the fact Of my escape, seeing that in
course Of time / could probably make
excellent use Of it should she ever again
marry. I wasn't altogether bad judge,
as you will now admit. Was II"
Have you anything else to tell me?"
asked Beryl, with angry contempt.
Anything else?" And he laughed
lightly and rolled the cigarette between
his fingers and looked at it as he re-
peated the words with the air of one
who repeats a good joke. Anything
else? l should think SO. Why, 1 could
fill up any number Of your spare hours
with the tale Of any number Of good
things, but let me stick to this one
while I am about it. I didn't get off
scot free, Of course. sprained and
bruised and strained and crushed my
self in goodly number Of places, and
as soon as I could do SO without that
devoted wife Of mine knowing anything
about it laid up and passed month
or two dismally in bed, maturing my
plans, but when got about again my
lady had flown, and, what was worse,
her father was as dead as the tombstone
they put over him in Neufchatel ceme-
terry. Well, I let her CO. let her feel
her freedom. I am kind and gentle as
the morning when no one gets in my
way. I let her go. knew could find
her, and being always an honest and
industrious soul I set to work whereby
to live, but in year l began to pine.
to droop, to fail, and I set out on my
travels in search Of her who had desert.
ed me. In the course Of time tracked
her to England, and-well, you know
the rest"
= He stopped and waved his hand as
though he had finished.
"do Onto the end" said Beryl.
1.-THE endi Ma fol, the end is not yeti