Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-02-16

me, oh, dear ones, whom leave 50 sor-
rowfully now, and whom | love so dear
ly! A thousand words can say no more.
Farewell. YOLANDE."
For an instant Lance stands with the
letter in his hand, all the color and life
gone from his young healthy face, his
lips set sternly and fercely in fixed and
terrible despair; then he thrusts the pa
per into Miss Symptoms hands, and turns
to the waiting lawyer.
''She is gomez" questions that lmpertur-
bable person, with a rapid glance at the
changed and suffering face before him.
Yes is the brief response. May
heavens curse fall on the hound who has
driven her forth in her defenseless YOUTH
CHAPTER X.
1t is all very desolate and quiet now at
Mervyn Court. The shadows Of sorrow
and suffering have fallen heavily around.
The girls go about with soft footballs and
fearful eyes; all sounds of merriment and
laughter are hushed. The old man sits
in his lonely room, and babbles cheerfully
of bygone days and long-past events,
knowing nothing of the cloud that mas
settled on his household, nothing of the
fate that has banished his bestowed child
from her home.
Even Arthur has lost all his gay spirits,
and is ceaselessly perplexed as to what IS
to be done with regard to 9olande. Lance
comes over on the morning after the
funeral, and together the young people
discuss plans Of future action, but all
without any tangible result. No one has
the SLIGHTEST clue to the girls present
| abode, or her means of support, ana al
attempts to trace or follow her are rem
dered unsafe by the knowledge OF Budd
| intentions, and the dread that, were she
| found, his malice might be once again
| put in force.
"For a time at least we can make no
movement to follow her." says Lance
drearily; ''she has fed to evade the hor-
hors of further publicity in this sad mat
| ter. 1t would be cruel and unwlse to
| prevent her finding the safety and peace
| she needs"
"But the look of it ALL urges Arthur.
| ''NIost persons will say she has run away
| because of her own actions. 1t would
| have been far better to brave it out.
| His words are cut short by the opening
of the door and the voice of the old but
Ter announcing soberly:
'Mr. Budd."
| For a moment dead silence reigns
among the little party. Then they all
rise, as if by one common impulse, and
! face the enemy of their peaceful home,
f! the smiling spy, who has been the cause
! of all the suffering and misery they have
lately endured. None of them address
him, and, as his eyes turn from one to an
other of the pale, indignant young faces,
even his calm, serene yisage looks slight
ly discomposed.
''Sorry to disturb you, I'm sure, young
ladies'" he says, with a grave bow; but
business must be attended to, you know"
Il am at a loss to imagine what bus1-
ness you can have in this house, Mr..
Budd," exclaims Arthur Indignantly.
An almost seraphic smile breaks over
the fat face of the police Inspector
1T can be soon explained" he says
softly. 81 am here to arrest your sister,
Miss Yolande Mervyn, on charge of
murderH'
The silence that follows those horrible
words is not long; but it is Lance Staple
ton who breaks it, with his scornful
laugh, Lance Stapleton, whose steady
hand arrests Arthur Mervyn's impetuous
arm, which in another moment would
have leyelled the insulter of his sister s
honor to the ground.
Come, come, Mr.. Mervyn," says Budd
blusteringly, confident now in the protec-
ton of his two men, ''this trifing won't
do with the law, you know! l require
instant and correct information as to the
whereabouts of Miss Mervyn."
For what purpose?' asks gruff, quiet
| 1,oioo that aLas Mr. Rudd hmm as
though he had suddenly stepped on red
| hot coal-the voice of Lance Stapleton's
friend, Mr.. Herrick.
For the purpose of arresting her.
stammers the man, his white, fat face
turning CHASTITY.
Indeed! That is a strange proceed
mgr replies Mr.. Herrick, cynically.
"You are quite sure you have justitiable
grounds for it this time, Budd?"
Il have no time to waste on idle words, -
retorts the inspector, furiously.
what is your charge against Miss Mer-
vyn?"
'Willful murderr' said Budd, shortly
"And the person murdered?" continues
the old lawyer, with perfect sang froid.
Il should hardly think you needed to be
told that" answers the man., with bru-
tai laugh Haven't you heard Of Mr..
Denzil Charters and his strange death?''
"Assuredly! And so you conclude that
Miss Mervyn as-murdered-him? And
you have actually gone so far as to take
| out a warrant
Go be continued.)
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