Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1899-09-09

CHAPTER XIII.
Conclusion.

Marjorie's lovely face had taken his
fancy very greatly; and her singularly
trying position making claim on his
compassion, it was scarcely to be won
dered at, that he should take more
than ordinary pains to be of service to
her.
'Is Miss St. Clair in tne dining
room?" he asked the policeman who
stood on guard in the hall.
Eyes, SIR
"Alone?"
mo, sir-I think not"
"You think not? Who is with her,
them"
why, sir, can't just tell you-that
is to say, I'm not quite sure"
The man was evidently embarrassed.
and really did not know what to say.
Sir Edward passed by him hastily,
and tapped at the door of the dining
room.
Come in," said Marjorie's soft voice,
and the baronet, opening the door,
found she was not alone.
Great was his anger as he recognized
her companion.
"You!" he exclaimed, starting back
in his surprise, while his face express
ed unmitigated disgust and indignation.
Hyde-or Trevor, to give him his
real name-met the young baronet's
angry glance with one of calm, smil-
ing confidence.
Eyes, Sir Edward" he said. ALLOW
me to thank you for the kindness you
have shown Miss St, Clair. She has
been telling me of your visit to her
this morning"
Sir Edward turned from him to Mar
iorie, who stood in soft confusion, a
pink flush on her pale cheek, her eyes
timidly dropped to the floor.
''Miss ST. Clair, will you tell me what
this means?" he exclaimed, impetu-
ously.
NAY, let me tell you," interposed
Trevor, stepping forward, and speak
ing with frankness which must needs
have dispelled all mistrust. Il am not
what l seem, Sir Edward. am not
one of that gang of rascals, or / should
scarcely be here now. Instead, l am
the detective who has brought them to
their reward at last"
"The detective!" exclaimed Sir Ed
ward, in still deeper bew1lderment.
"The detective and no other" said
Trevor, laughing. Marjorie, tell him
that what / say is true"
at is-indeed it isl" said Marjorie,
clasping her hands together in her
eagerness.
IT need no further assurance, Miss
st. Clair" said Sir Edward, quietly;
and he turned and gave his hand to
Trevor.
Forgive me for having misjudged
you,' he said. with the frankness of a
gentleman. "And may know your
name?"
"Trevor-Fred Trevor. at your ser
vice..
"Trevor!-and Fred. Can it be;
but it's impossible
Whats impossible, Sir Edward?"
: ''That you should be the Fred Trevor
Oh WHOLE ueoIu O 6OOO uoeAA ~
while ago."
do you mind telling me who he
was?"
well. he was, or rather he is, the
nephew of Sir Edward Trevor OF Deten-
ham Park, Sussex. He had quarrel
with his uncle year or two ago; and
I fancy, disappeared mysteriously
81 didn't know him at all, but one OF
my sisters did; and that's how came
to hear a good bit about him. OF
course, you're not he?"
EFF I'm not. no one u.s., retOrted the
young detective, eoolly, with an anus
ed twinkle in his eye.
"Oh!' exclaimed Marjorie, You
didn't tell me that"
And she looked at him with some
thing like reprOach.
Didn't I, dearest? Well, didn't
like to seem to beast about myself, you
see," said Trevor, turning to her with
such tender smile that Sir Edward,
even If he had not heard the term OF
endearment must have guessed how
matters stood between them.
1t cost him just little pang, for, IT
the truth muet be told, his own heart
was already lnclining very tenderiy
towards Marjorie, and as he walked to
Denelands that afternoon ne had been
INDUCING in very pleasant day-dream
in which Marjorie had figured as Lady
Mortimer
But he was frank, generous-natur-
ed young fellow, SO he nipped his
dawning fancy in the bud, and gave
his hand to Trevor with cordial
smile.
81 congratulate you, old fellow" he
said, frankly. you've had a run of
luck at Denelands."
And his meaning glance at Marjorie
said
II congratulate you not half so much
on making {. very clever and success
full capture, as on winning that sweet
girls love-"
At the end Of March, the trial OF
Geoffrey Hyde and his accomplices
came on at the assiZes.
It was the greatest of all the crimi-
nal trials that year; and warm and un-
rtinted was tho nraise that was poured