Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1899-08-30

II should like to identity the BODY
M M u Mesuyaer.
They follow the doctor silently and rev.
erently to the chamber where poor old
strother was conveyed; and there, on q
oed, they find the body Of the Chiffon
clerk, dressed as they discovered him
with his arms fondly extended over the
precious package that caused his death.
lie Mesurier shoulders the mysteriou'
parcel and carries 1t into the next room
| CHAPTER XXI.
Meanwhile, Mr.. and Mrs. Bond havinl
| finished their business In London return
home, only to find that Della has disap
peared, and that Mr.. lie Mesurier has fol
lowed suit. Mrs. Hephzibah Immediately
scents an elopsment.
As Mr.. and Mrs. Bond are sitting oveI
their coffee and their simple desert to
gether, Ellen enters with the intelligence
| that two strange gentlemen are in the
drawing room, waiting to speak to hel
| mistress.
"Oh, they ufing me some bad news OF
Deliav' cries Ms. Bond, as she stumble.
to her feet and rushes precipitately to the
rawing room, where. to her utter amaze
ment, she is confronted by Angus Moray
and the Baron Gustave SAKE. IL is diff
| cult to say which Of the three Ia most
| astonished.
do you bring me tidings Of your moth.
erT exclaims Mrs. HephzibaH.
my motherw echoes Angus Moray
"Why, merciful heavens! 1t is Mrs. Hor
toni Madame" he continues rapidly
"where is my mother? Is she not with
you2 Do you know Of her address?
have been trying in vain to find both you
| and her since coming to England"
"Who told you lived here?" demands
Mrs. Hephzibah. in her turn.
| I'VE did not know it. This is a com
plete surprise to both the baron and my,
self. But, madame, in mercy, tell me, Is
my dear mother herer'
| "She Ii not here, Mr.. Moray"
you cannot give me her addressr
II cannot"
Both the men look grave. Angus once
more breaks the silence.
"My good friend here, who has been as
a brother in all my troubles, left Bruges
with me for the express purpose of search
ing for my poor mother"
"You are not married; then, to Made
| moiselle de Bloisr'
| mo; nor never shall be, until my moth.
er's pure fame Is righted," replies the
young man proudly. "And now You can
not tell me one word Of her! What awful
mystery has she wrapped about herself
Where, in heavens name, can she be hid.
den?"
If you had asked me mat question yes
teroay; angus NO Moray; n.y.. i sr. co1ao nave an
s"s5eu Sou.unuea IN @ .nss ; .oo
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niAiueu .s, ~ - lett onnnors in th, haI,
my s.S 'ne n.ua
aus h,n,oY, sba orc,.,m. v;t,.
40, ~, ,vIII N,s Honh,,ho h
sufpfise.
mink OF my running a"as AL 'nis lash
lonI Wnere y she!
Il am here' repheo ME; nono' iron,
the precincts OF the Drawing room' and
reaoy 10 receive you' LEM.
~! my oeaf ifieno' sue EYE coniihs
forward with huge parcei IN ner arms
now can L excuse NY sen " you, ,,p%u' %
story. A most wonderful thing has hap
pened. I have found
, But mere tne motner, having cFosseu tne
threshold, first perceives there are strang-
ers In the drawing room; next, regards
them for a moment, curiously; and then,
with loud cry In which there Is no sound
hut that of unalloyed happiness. drops her
parcel on the ground, and, rushing to the
outstretched arms Of her son. throws her
self into them and weeps unrestraintediy.
20! my boy! my boy! My precious pre-
cious boy! MY hope, my treasure my
child! Do hold you In my arms again
o, my Angus! my darling! where nave
you come from! How did you know your
mother was here: ls II my tears that
have drawn you to meF have never lam
down in my bed Angus. wltnout weeping