The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-05-21


to leave her father to his own devces-which
they did, with many affectionate warnings
and any amount of good advice.
They had arranged to spend their honey
moon in the Isle of Wight.
About fortnight mad elapsed since their
departure from London, when Rose, on sitting
down to table 'hote breakfast with her hus-
band, Observed
Il had such strange and terrible dream
about father last night, and I have a pre-
sentiment that something has happened Oh!
you may smile-men don't believe in pre-
sentiments, L know, but you will see that
am right"
l. Scarcely had the words escaped her lips,
before one of the walters drew near with a
salver, on which was an ominous yellow en-
velope.
With a glance at Maurice, which said: ct
told you so,' Rose tore it open and read as
follows
Return at once. Father ill-very Serious
An hour later they were in the express,
which they had just managed to catch at
Southampton, and reached their destination
in due course.
In reply to their anxious inquiries, on ar
irving in at Roses home, the landlady in
formed them that, the night before, Mr.. Iago
had returned home very late.
She had heard him let himself in with his
latch-key and stumble UP the stairs
In the morning, when she carried up his
breakfast, she found him lying, partially I'M
dressed, on the bed; and his mind appeared
to be wandering.
After helping him into bed, she sent for a
doctor, who looked very grave, and said that
the patient had had a slight attack of con-
gestion of the brain, and that the end was
not far off.
The landlady telegraphed at once, and spent
every moment she could spare with the sick
man.
Throughout the morning he remained in a
stupor but towards noon became perfectly
conscious and wideawake, and asked for his
daughter.
Having thanked the landlady for all she
had done, they went softly upstairs, and en-
tered the room where Mat Iago lay.
At the sound of their approaching footsteps
he opened his eyes and recognized them at
once
Thank God you have comet" he said in
a slow. dull voice, speaking with difficulty,
as if his tongue was paralyzed Rose, dear
Rose bent over him and kissed his pale,
clammy forehead, while the tears fell thick
and fast.
Give me-tin box-in-trunk. Keys in
Waistcoat pocket-quck!' he whispered in his
daughters ear.
She obeyed him instantly, and in a couple
OF minutes placed the box on the bed within
reach of his hands
With shaking, stiffened fingers, he put the
key 1ng the lock; but, before he had time to
sturn il. he gave gasp, sank back among the
pillows, and fixing his eyes, across which the
film OF death was slowly gathering, not on
his daughters face but on that of Maurice
Trevlyn, he murmu. ed family, with a gasp
between every word
''Will-Geoffry Trevlyn--years ago-kept
back-revenge-P hilip-confession forgive,
Then, with a deep-drawn sigh of utter
WEAKNESS, his spirit fed.
When, half an hour later, the tin box was
oEened. 1t was found to contain document
labelled, Last Will and Testament of Geoffry
Trevlyn Esquire, of Appledore Court in the
County of Surrey by which will the squire
bequeathed the Court and every penny he
possessed, with the exception of a few small
legacies, to servants, etc, to his nephew and
heir, Philip Dunstan Trevlyn.
What can it mean?' exclaimed Maurice
beWildered. Philip Dunstan Trevlyn was
my father, and know he always believed his
uncle had made a will in his favor but that
it had been lost or destroyed. But how comes
it, then, into your fathers possession? 1t is
mystery to me-
My father, my grandfather probably
drew UP the will at your great uncle's die
tation, and the will probably was-as is usual
in such cases-entrusted to the keeping of
the family solicitor" replied Rose, whose face
first flushed flaming red, and then grew
pale as death, for she had guessed the shame
full truth at once.
"But here is a paper, which will most likely
explain ALL she added as she drew from the
depths of the tin box a closely-written man
uscript on which was indted in bold black
letters, confession of Matthew Iago."
Then Rose went back to the bed on which
her dead father lay and kissed him tenderly,
with tears of pity and forgiveness.
BY woman's intuitive instinct, she guessed
at once what was written in the "confes-
sion'@ that her husband was now reading
Mat lagos first love had been Maurice
Trevlyn's mother and Maurice's father
Philip Trevlyn-had been his successful rival
Out of revenge-for Mat Iago considered that
Philip had robbed him of Amy Sherwood's
loVe-he Mat, had withheld the will of
Geoffry Trevlyn, which ne had found among
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