Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1899-05-31

GNN., w EDNESDAY,
infamous law was never enacted. Ru,
Mr.. Bond was clear enough on the sub
9ect. be says NO law in the calendar ID
more stringent or binding In its effects.
A married woman has no right to the GUS
tody Of her child after 1t il seven years
old"
"A married womanT' Why q married
womanT cried Della, quickly.
Because, II you were not married ia
that inhuman brute you might take your
child away from him tomorrow, and no
one would dare to say you nay; because,
II you were not married, you would have
the sole right to keep, and love, and pro-
tect him, and You might imprison the
father for not contributing to his support.
That's the law Of England. Della Moray,
and you may take It and make what you
like Of 1t, for I am sure that NO one with
any sense would desire to dispute the pos
session with you. When that old fool
Bond made it plain to me. I could have
torn every hair out Of his head with the
greatest pleasure"
Meanwhile Della Moray, having sank
into a chair, is repeating In a stupefied
manner to herself:
'Not mine! Ny Willy not mine"
Mrs. Timson told me that from wha,
she could gather Of the conversation that
took place between that drunken husba nd
Of yours and his brother, the day you left
home, she thinks when they took Willy
out with them the evening before, It was
to William Moray's house-and 1 expect
that is where you win find him now"
AT BrixtonT
Eyes, at Brixton-if that is where the
man lives. What is the address?"
Il don't know. have never been there.
The William Morays don't think me good
enough to visit them"
1T Is easily found! Just hand me
down that postoffice directory. Here it
is: William Moray, Esq. the Firs, Co
dalming Park. Westborough road, Brix.
ton, 8. f."
"But do you really think l can go
thereT asks Della, looking half alarmed
at the idea.
go there! OF course! What is to pre-
vent you? You're not afraid of the wool
merchants wife? Go there boldly and
demand your child, and II you don't get
Of telling your own story"
''But you say my husband has the law
on bis SIDE"
Quite true; but you have greater
power on your side unless, which l strong
ly disbelieve, Mr.. William Moray Intends
to charge himself with his brothers fn-
ture support. He has the law. my dear
Lut you have the money!
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sh, ta,,., S;s. W.. n WY 80.
INQUIRIES and several wronv turnInys sb,
arrives at last before tho /. roo stuc.,
building stnndinp hack from the road
with u carriage sween in front Of il m
the gates Of which are inscribed In boi,
chara cters. s.The Firs"
1t is Sunday. and tbere are not man,
sbabbilv dressed naonla ahout Deli,
fancies she seos tho loco curto;n et IN,
windowIof ono NJ tho iowor room. move
ms thon~h somahodr ,,,a,,, ,,,.t,h;,, ho
aporoeck fron, within. h',. .ha ,na,.h.,
brayeIy mn the sfens and e;ves ! hold
determined double tnocr a rootman an
swers II and sho osLs ,o- NJ Mo-ov
The man eyam;nes hor ;no,;.;t;vaIy nm,
ushers her into the dra,,;na -oo,,, wb;cl
is on tbe SAME me- snn, Lnv s 'o''' ""'''
An interval of av. 60. ;,u... q.
curs while Mrs win;onn NIn-oI =. orrono
in. her laces and r;,,hon. and ,,,;n;no ~,
effects of h,ncbeon fron, ha, omn,a hns
whe-e the crumhs viii .a,,,a and th.
Al, 'he urawhg room Is wondering
10" iiuGn longer sne Is TO be Kept In sus
rn . b"' theh the dining room doo'
.I"s .t anu cioses' ana III ahother minute
~. uia"hhe room door mas 1ohowed ts
eN"i"pie. ana the lady OF the house. array
cd in plain colored satin and velvet
dress. enters.
Della g!ances at her sister-in-law anc
fc"is her heart sink and her hopes of sym
rathy vanish There is nothing in Mrs
a.oray's face but hardness and vulga rity
She is woman of about five-and-thirty
stout and ungraceful, with small eyes
coarse features and limbs and complete
absence of good breeding.
The elder Mrs. Moray is completely tax
On aback as Della tells who she is.
Il don't know in the least what you're
talking about" she says, looking Deli,
steadfastly in the face. "There hahn
such a person as Mrs. James Moray
leastways, not connected with hour fam
ny."
"Have they dared to tell you that story
Them exclaims Della, excitcdly; "daret
to say I am not married to him? Oh
Mrs. Moray, It IL q falsebood-a wicked
cruel falsehoodI 1 have my marriage Ger
tifcate at home, and can prove to you tha
l am James wife. Where Is your hus
band? He knows me well enough. Lee
him come and say to my face that ! nn
not his brothers wife"
"Oh, that is heasily settled, young WON
an" says the other, edging toward tn,
door, and trying not to look uncomforta
lie; ''for Mr.. James Moray's wife ha.
been dead for hever SO long, as can tes
tify. However, if you wish to see m,
husband, think it will be the best fo
hall parties, for 1 am quite huneQual my
self to contending with so hextraordinar.