The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1897-08-07
WHOLE NO., $40.

notice of my leaving tonight
BE sure you do and make also all
due arrangements at your lodging house
for hasty departure, said Wayiing,
with ominous emphasis. 1--WE must sail
from New York on the first vessel out
ward bound. 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.
''At IL precisely. Do not knock.
Throw pebble against the window,
and | will come down and admit you
myself. !"
Wayling held out his hand.
"It may be on the morrow you will
not take my hand. Perhaps shall sail
without you at dawn" he said, pa
thetic wistfulness in his voice and face.
"And yet l know you will pity me, Pc
ter-aye, even though you condemn. AT
/ 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
forecast?" he unused. Il hope nothing
ill will come of this. Yet feel 1 will
witness a scene tonight may not soon
forget. All, why did / consent? 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 II O'Clock Pearl street was as 81
lent as street in deserted town.
Nothing could be heard but the distant
cry of the rattle watch as they told the
SUR. An occasional light burned in an
upper window, but for the most part
all good New Yorkers 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.
The Hindoo and his master walked
almost noiselessly along until they
stood before Peters house. In an upper
window the curtain was drawn aside,
and 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 a clock. They saw Peter
peer down for second, very pale and
anxious, and in few moments he soft
ly opened the door.
Has he come?' 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"
No 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 you?" asked Peter aghast.
"That he must die. Not here, if you
refuse, then on the street-tonight-to
morrow What matters time or place SO
that 1t be soon-soon? Come let us has
ten. We waste time
'Ah, have been bitterly deceived by
you, said Peter in hot whisper, and
this disappointment in his hero hurt
him almost as much as the terror Of the
mysterious something he was about to
witness. "You have trapped me into
vile plot against mans life, and I
thought you-well, no matter what. I
was fool. But l swear you cannot
make me party to this murder, pre-
arranged, revolving, cold blooded mur-
der! | would rather cut off my right
hand than serve your ends, sir. will
arouse the house.
Peter, hearken to me. You will not
do so, said the other softly, laying his
hand upon the lads shoulder and look
ing deeply into his eyes. "This man
has wronged me to an amount beyond
your power of calculation. / ask you
only to hear what / shall say. / only
ask you that. If afterward you desire
Cautley to go 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
"Asleep" exclaimed Wayling, ad-
vancing to his side, his face paling and
contracting as he gazed upon him.
"And he can sleep in tranquility. 'Tis
pity to disturb him, but our time is
short, our business pressing. Awake!'
And he shook him forcibly by the shoul-
ders
"Eh? Eli? What now? Don't bother,
Peter. Let me be-" was the sullen,
sleepy answer.
Edward Cautley, there is one here
wants to speak to you. Sit up. You
have been sleeping too long, by far too
long,"
''Who speaks?" muttered the drunk
ard, starting into sitting posture, a
strange expression crossing his silly
face. "Who speaks?" he whispered
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