Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-05-28

on going to Scotland Yard, and telling,
from beginning to end, her strange
story and mine, from the point where
they had blended. She had been heard
with evident incredulity at first, so be-
yond the bounds of belief seemed the
tale. But with tears she had implored
that no time might be lost, and, for
the sake of her sweet eyes, it may be,
even Scotland Yard moved quickly.
She had given such information as
she could which might lead towards
| finding the house where she had been
taken by the doctor" and, assuring
those concerned that she would recall
the ways through which she had pass
| ed, if she could only see them again,
she was allowed to be member of the
| search party.
Guided by the word "Canonbury,"
| they had assumed a starting point;
and after many false scents, and mad
dening delays, they had come into a
lonely road that Lance had at once,
with cry of triumph, pronounced to
! be the one in which the doctors"
house stood. She had identified the
gate, with its half-obliterated name;
and the rest | knew, save that the arch
| plotter and his servants had escaped,
all three. Since that night one of the
men had been found, in low part of
| London, and had betrayed his master.
! He had had little knowledge given
him, but some he had managed secretly
| to obtain, and satisfy his boundless
curiosity as TO him he served. WHAT
| he had had to tell had given a shock
to the hardened nerves of the police,
| for name so highly honored at home
| and abroad had been mentioned, that
the testimony was at first flouted as a
malicious fabrication But then the
| Baron Won Rodenfelder had disap-
peared from Berlin, Paris and London
his favored haunts, where inquiries
were cautiously, almost timidly made;
and circumstantial evidence lifted its
head to say, 81 told you so, and you
would not believe
| Now, the hunt had gone to America;
| but Baron Won Rodenfelder was known
| throughout the world for his astuteness
and Scotland Yard had not its usual
| confidence in itself. AS for the Spin
ming jimmy, there had been fire there,
| the morning after certain strange
| events were recorded in the neWspa-
pers. the little inn and one adjacent
building being burnt to the ground,
with doubts whether the landlord and
| his old mother had fed, or lay buried
under the debris, still not entirely ex-
cavated from remarkably deep cellar.
Some day." said Lance at last, with
a dainty air of wisdom, some day if
they don't find him now, he will begin
yi11or plA FNrrloi a
spider that you called him, and he will
commit crime which will cry out like
a voice to tell those who are watching,
where he is. You and l will see it in
the papers, perhaps. Oh, l pray God
we may not know it in any closer
way."
There was other news she had for
me, news that had saddened her The
story which had set the match to that
fire in the High street of Edinburgh,
had brought terror to the heart of Mr..
Smiths last client
The mild-faced uncle, in whose in
tegrity Lance had tried to believe had
given the lie to that belief by being
found dead in his bed, on the morning
when the Spinning jimmy blazed. He
had been accustomed to take choral at
times, his valet testified, and this had
simply been an overdose. Since the
man was dead, Mrs. Norton" (whom il
seemed he had lately engaged himself
to marry) nowhere to be found, and
Lance SeafOrd, anxious to preserve the
honor of her fathers name, it was not
likely that the dead mans ashes would
be disturbed by public inquiry. What
l,Qnnn softly
said; and, having told me all that con-
cerned it, she would gladly turn to the
future.
do you remember my telling you
that one day, perhaps, the clouds would
be cleared for you" she almost timidly
reminded me. We'll, they have clear
ed, and-you may be happy in the way
you wish most of all"
What way is that" l asked her,
lying on big cushioned sofa in one of
the rooms which Tom Wynyard and
his sister had taken at her request, till
l should be restored to health. What
way is that little sister Don't you
mean to tell me?'
Cant you guess?"
I pondered, and shook my head.
mo"
why, you will soon be we'll and
strong now, the doctor says. What is
the thing of all others in the world
that you would rather have come to
you if you could choose?"
| knew we'll what that thing would
be; but the lips of the poverty stricken
adventurer were sealed And again |
could not guess
"Then I must tell you, for have not
forgotten-anything you once said to
me. Your life was broken because you
sacrificed yourself for a woman You
took her fathers guilt upon your own
shoulders before the world, and-she
threw you over. Oh, know it ali now.
But suppose that the truth came out;
suppose her father made a public con-
fession that he had cheated at cards,
not once, but many times, generating
you, raising you upon a pedestal of
noblest self-sacrifee, would she not
come TO you and beg you to take her
back?"
l laughed aloud, because of the i'm
possibility that such a dream should be
realized, and because / was free of
heart towards Marjorie Tesset, long
ago.
1T would be rather difficult to in
duce confession | smiled.