Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1898-10-08

the meadows looked fair and peaceful.
the birds sang happily In the wood. 0ax-
Ing at the lovely landscape spread out be-
fore him, Mt the violet haze above the
wooded hills, at the streamlet curling In
and out, bordered BY willows under
which the cattle herded, some lying down,
some standing and switching their tails,
II seemed impossible to him that this
beautiful world could be the stage on
which such q soul.tragedy would be en-.
acted 40 that which threatened the limo.
cent, loving Lillian, her husband, their
boy--in fact. the whole family.
He was In the lane. The next turn
would bring him out opposite to the park
gates. Just as he said the words aloud
he turned. He heard galloping, a shrill
voice urging q painting horse. He had
barely time to stand aside before Lilith
cantered up--she was on the squire's black
horse.
what mercy I have met you" she
cried, springing down. MY mother-l
think she 10 dead or dying; some letter.
II Ia clinched In her hand! They have
gone for Doctor Fyres-1 came for you!
Get up-let me ride behind your
The rector, stunned for q moment,
mounted the great creature as II he had
suddenly become boy Of twenty again.
Lilith sprang up lightly and held him
round the waist. Thus they arrived at
the Hall.
'The dining room--at oncew cried Lii
it'll, flying before him.
The rector threw the relns to a groom,
who was awaiting them, half scared out
Of his wits, and followed her.
Lillian was lying stretched upon the
floor In The great dark room. At first sight
the rector thought life must have left the
motionlesy body; there was the grand, aw-
ful cal0 Of death upon the expressionless
features. Madam Ware was crouched by
her daughter; she and Mary, the maid,
were quietly chatting her hands, sprink.
ling her face, using the prescribed means
OF restoration. The squire was standing
apart, the tears rolling down his culver.
Ing face. He looked shrunken and aged.
"rhcy have killed my gal, Rawsonv he
said. "They have killed her--my only
gal! But don't know howl don't know
howw Then he sobbed like a child.
Look at this!' whispered Lilith, slip.
ping something into the rector's hand.
Walking to the window, he saw II was
crumpled letter. He smoothcd Il out
and read:
"Aiadam-As I find that your friends
are trying to keep the truth from you.
feel II my duty to inform you that your
woman who lived with him placed him In
cd him dead. Your servant,
"A WELL WlSHER."
Heaven help her" said the rector.
sh,ss- M. tuS. III. ssssSs :.
vipers! What II II fort To extort money Z"
II seemed impossible to him that crea.
lures capable Of writing these anonymous
letters would have the courage to pro.
claim lle-so bis heart failed him.
1T would be ~ well perhaps II this
were DEATH" he thought, seating himself
sadly and silently near the PROSTATE fg.
ure.
buried In his hands, afraid to inquire what
all this meant, with an intuitive percep.
ton that the first marriage was somehow
Ing her mother and the window by which
DR.. Tyres must pass to reach tho en-
trance.
The clock licked away heavily. The
seconds seemed whole painful minutes.
~,
II no news came, what was he to do !
He told himself he must telegraph. But
where and TO whOmf
1.-THE affair has come to deadlock" he
thought, Just a. cheerful, active little DIR,
Fyres arrived. and came In rubbing his
hands and nOddinE pleasantly around, az
II Il were the most ordinary experience 70
see beautiful patients laid out corpse-like
upon the door.
"You have not moved herr Quite right,
quite right. Let her lie, poor soulw be
said, feeling her pulse. "She wants rest
self, my dear lady"-to Madame Ware
asked your help by and by to assist In
but by the time she II In a At state to be
prior right"
"What" gasped the rector.
"Oh, yes, there h little doubt of the
prior rightw said the little doctor aside to
Mr.. Rawson, smiling and squirting slight.
ly as he dropped some liquid from little
vial he drew from his breast pocket into
wine glass. I'm the station road pass.
cd Mr.. Macdonald aud that foreign look.
| Iuk yuuuB Bcuucsuuu Wuo Wub ~ Tue WeO'
ding. Mr.. Macdonald looked 80 changed
20 worn, that ut once said to myself, "A
little matrimonial breeze! OF course |
may be wrong he added, reading horror
In the rector's face, "but ! hope not, fol-
these things 80 soon blow over, and nc
harm done. May I trouble you for the
water jug? Thanks"
As DIR. Tyres went back to his patient
| to try to administer the drauRht, the rec,
tor was giddy with mingled fear and hope
They were coming, but what news would
they bringf Surely Willie would moi
come there to break to Lillian the news
that Captain Drew still lived? But
would he not have telegraphed-wOuld he
not have hurried back-had his news been
good news?
He closed his eyes; he felt more tired
and low-spirited through this late worry
than he had felt after writing a difficult
paper on "the connection of languages II
regard to their origin" which had keep,
him up for several nights. The moisture
was stealing through his eyelashes, ant
he was telling himself that he was grow
ing very old, when the door opened, aud
two people stood In the doorway.
| The figures were still-black efiigiei
against the light; then suddenly there wa,
q cry, and William Macdonald rushed for
ward and flung himself down by his wife
Some one, who really was Michae
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