Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1898-08-18

slip CT paper. Why do you ask"
well, miss. OF course, Ii amt no
business OF mine,' he explained, apol-
ogetically. but I think 1t only right
to tell you that it's the lowest boozlng-
den in Soho. a reg'iar nest for thieves
and bad characters centrally. So, nat
rly, when "A young lady like yourself
tells me to take herther e, ] reck'ns
| there must be some mistake, dye see.
| Hiss"
'Oh, yes. indeed / do" she rejoined,
quickly, land l am very grateful to
you for telling me. What an / to do?
There is a person mot a very respect
able man. | fear, whom 1t is most i'm
portant l should see. IL only for a few
moments. and | have been assured he
Is to be found at this address
Cabby rubbed his ear for Inspiration.
Tell you what | can do, If you like.
miss" he said, Frightening up sudden
ly. I'll drive you to the Aerated
Bread c~ompany's shop, corner Of Picca-
dilly, and while you're havin' a cup of
tea and a slice, I'll hunt up the party
at The Green Grapes and return TO
you. with such news of him as | can
pick up. That's the idea, miss
The cabman did even as he had pro-
| posed, and sent In a newspaper boy TO
notify Alice of his return.
Jump in, miss he said, hurriedly.
"Police won't let me stop here. I'll
tell you what I've heard as we go
along. Back to Brixton, missy
mo she answered "Fulham
Road
well, miss he explained, speaking
through the trap, as they sped down
picadilly, II had some thouble in fixin'
this Mr.. Jeremy Jones, COS 1T seems
he's workin' under an alias just now,
and is best known as Rev. Silas Skin
ner PicRin' pockets In 'busses n at
bazi.rs is his little game, and n very
smart and e is. too. they tell me. He
wasn't in The Grapes just then; but
any letter or message addressed to
him and left in the bar, will be at
tended to. So you'd best write or SEM
| some gentleman friend. miss"
Thank you. very much, indeed" re.
piled Alice: II shall do as you suggest.
Please drive to No. 81, Wilton Ores
cent"
The necessity for prompt and reso-
lutte action had sharpened the girls
faculties, and, V g her cup OF tea a
new and very sensible idea had sug-
gested itself.A former school friend,
with whom she had been upon very in
innate terms, had married. and was
living at the address TO which she had
hidden the cabman drive her. Now,
her friends husband was managing
clerk to a firm of solicitors, and might,
therefore, be supposed to be a fairly
good lawyer himself. Might not his
advice and assistance be of the utmost
value to her in her unequal struggle
with Stephen Deane?
Her friend. Mrs. Norris, was at
home and overjoyed to see her. So the
cabman was paid off, and the two
young women were soon deep in mutu-
nj condolences. Alice nerved herself to
listen alphabetically TO all the young
wife's little gossip about her home life,
about that paragon OF men, her hus-
band, and. above all, about baby. be-
fore she spoke of her own great sor-
row. 1t was. indeed. not an easy sub
iect TO breach, ven to a bosom friend;
but, once she had broken the ice, the
painful story was o told.
Honest Maggie Norris seemed at
ikSt tOO DCN libCttsts tOO IN
en-. to be capable of expressing her
emotions In words; but, when she real
lied the full extent of Stephens vii
lainy, the fiood-gates of her indignant
~eloqCence were opened wide.
"Oh, Alice. My poor, deceived. be-
trayed darling." she cried, bursting in
to tears, and pillowing the stricken,
dark head upon her bosom. However
could any man, himself born of wo-
man, find it in him to treat In inno-
cent. trusting girl so abominably?
Man? He Is no man, /. He must
be a reptile i'm human shape! ......
oh / could kill the wretch. -. Don't
you. my poor darling?'
mo. Maggie, dearest. l don't think l
feel like that" said Alice, sic WHY. His
death could neither atone for the
wrong he has done me nor re-estab-
lisn me In the eyes Of the world"
what. You surely have not forgiv-
en- him?"
NO; a thousand times, nor replied
Alice, with a look in her dark eyes
that, forsooth, spoke little of forgive
ness. Il am not capable of forgiving
a wrong of this nature. | doubt II n
ought to forgive ii; but know that l
cannot. To me it seems that the sole
object | have now TO live for is to
make Stephen Deane suffer, IL l can.
for the ruin he has brought upon my
life. The blow has fallen so suddenly.
so wholly Unexpectedly. that | have
as yet scarcely realized the nature of
my downfall, and l have formed no
definite plans for the future. But GER
tainly forgiveness will not enter into
them"
1--WE are told to forgive our enemies
remarked Mrs. Norris, who seemed
rather startled by the bitter, deter
mined ring in her friends voice, and.
perhaps. deemed 1t safest to counsel
moderation; .'but, upon my word. I
don't see how you could be expected
to forgive this Mr.. Deane. He de-
serves all the punishment that car pos
sibly be inflicted upon him; penal
servitude and the cat-o'-nine-tails
would be none too much for him. The
worst Of IL is, i am afraid he has not
laid himself open to any criminal
charge. Wen hear what Joe says. He
will be home very shortly"
Mr.. Norris made his appearance in
due course, and was gradually placed
I'm possession Of the facts of the case.