Omaha daily bee., 1900-02-04

out the pocketbook. As ! did this last I felt
something small and oval hidden deep
within, and each time my hand passed
across 1t | could feel him vince. So I
judged that Umphray desired, above all the
rest, to retain this article. whatever IL might
be. So, Of course, / passed 81 by.
So busy was | at this work that I did not
hear the sound Of feet along the passage. nor
any one ascending the steps which led into
my dungeon.
"What is this 2" said a voice that sounded
in my cars like the trump OF doom; UNI
grateful young tiger cat, Is he robbiug his
benefactor, his foster parent? We must
teach him better manners ON the Cora
mantcc,'
turned me about, and there. taller than
any by a head Except Umphray Spurway
alone), stood my father, Philip Stansncld,
the condemned parricidc, the almost assassin
Of my mother.
At this unexpected climax my father
laughed Il curious laugh. I never heard
but one thing like it in the world OF
eound. That was the low growing rumble
Of powders grinding against each other in
the bed Of a flooded river. 1t was not a
loud noise, but there was certainly some
thing appalling about it.
80 said my father, turning to Umphray
Spurway, lit is as | thought, Master Jacob
the Supplanter, You have been amusing
yourself with Esau's wife, have YOU? And
that when the poor man was abroad in the
desert. Wen. Esau has ONE home again.
What have you to say to him
81 have nothing to say to YOU, Philip
Stansfeld,' said Umphray very calmly.
save that | cherish for the unfortunate
lady who once was your wife a feeling such
as your nature could never understand. The
picture you hold in your hand l had made
privately. She knows nothing Of it."
That will 10" said my father shortly.
81 need neither instruction nor information
from YOU. What is between us | can settle
for myself. Here, supercargo, take my son
and the other prisoners aboard the Cora
n,antee immediately He turned upon
Umphray Spurway. And now, sir" he said,
"be good enough to observe the manifold
conveniences of this kiln as an eligible
permanent residence. Here" The pulled away
a loose board by n ring sis a quiet resting
~place-deep. you see. and quite unoccupied.
There" (pointing to a whiting gray heap in
the corner lis abundance of quicklime,
waiting only a can Of water to do its duty.
! have a knife here sharp enough to settle
all scores with Master Jacob. In the mean
time | am a feeling hearted man. Take
your charming miniature to the place YOU
NV SUNS w. 1 W. llpl htNllt W IOSStCS SUtu
a constant reminder Of past felicity"
He thrust the miniature back into the
pocket where he had found it. Umphray
stood silent, cycling his enemy ae calmly as
though he had been striking a bargain with
him in the market place.
Bring the boy this way" said Saul
Mark. One OF the sailors seized me by the
collar and gave mo into the grasp of the
supcrcargo.
Nov, %listen,' he said, eff, as you pass
through tho streets, you speak above n
whisper my orders are TO throttle you"
And, as n warning, he frightened his fingers
on my throat till I gasped for breath. The
last | saw of the terrible lime kiln behind
Provost Gregory Partan's house was my
father setting down the lantern on
the edge of the yawning grave,
in which he designed to place the body of
my benefactor, umphray Spurway.
(To BE Continued.)