The Cook County herald., 1900-10-20
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II s1tions the sight of fthe & lamps stwinkling
1 to the rear, and the slne u of damp and:
! mould a nd rotten raw 81
about the sVehicl cle,# # wrought ii him
strail &c alternatio ions offs lucidity and
mortal gid ddiness.
have been drink ing, he discoY33
Tered mus go strai ights to bed and
Isleep And he thanked Heaven Tor
! the he droWsiness that came up ION his.
mind in waves. ss$ 4fe 81 NJ
From one of these spell was wax
ened by the stoppage Of the cab and ].
| getting down, found himself in quite
a country road, the last lamp Of the
| suburb su shining some wa 81 low, and
the high b lis Of a garden rising before
\ him min In the lark. .8s The Lodge (as the
place was named stood, indeed, very
solitary. To the south itadjoined an
other house, but standing in SO large
lagarden as to beSWell Out Of cry; on all
other sides. open fields stretched up
ward to the W oods Of Corstorp HILL,
or backward to the dells OF Ravelston,5
or downward toward the9valley f#the
Leiths The effectHof seclusion was aid
| ed by the great height Of the garden
walls, which were, indeed, convention
al and, and, as John had tested in former
days, sdefied the climbing school hoy.
The lamp OF the cab / threw a CLEAN
upon the door. and the not brilliant
handle Of the bel. il.
s Shall I ring for We ?'' said the cab
man, who had descended from his perch
and AM was slapping his chest. for the
night Twas bitter. 81 s$ @1H f.fs a
IT wish you would Y said John, put
ting his hand to hissbrow in one Of his.
accesses of giddiness. h :5 .5E s= ! q,
The man pulled at the handle, and
the clahking Of the bell replied from
further in the garden; twice and thrice
he did it, with sufficient intervals; in
the great, frosty silence Of the night,
the sounds fell sharp and small. &;99. &l q, :. i
docs he expect ye?" asked the dri-
ver,, with that manner of familiar in
terest that well became his port-wine
face; and when John had told him no,
We'll, then Z said the5cabman ]. ..if if yell
tax my advice of it, we'll just gang
back. And that's disinterested, mind
ye, for my stables are in the Glesgies
road.'' 4 ssz'> 5sz' i. :.
"Fhe servants must hear,'' said John.
"Hout!'' said the driver. He keeps
no servants here, man. They're a. ins
the town house; 1 drive him often; It'll
just kind of a hermitage, this..'',Is$ s5Ss
'''Give me the bell" said John; ana
he plucked at it like a desperate. d.
The clamor had not vet sub bsided be-
fore they heard steps upon the gravel,
and a voice of sin ng1ll ar nervous irrita-
boli.lli billity cried TO them through the door,
ne w are and that do you want ?'' RI
lar, 81 said nm , sits I'M it's Fat
ty--J ohn, gu know, I'm just come
home, and I've come to stay with you. I
There was no reply for a moment,
and then the door was opened. p
Get the portmanteau down." said
John to the driver: Will If lf5$ 4, a. j.
y 't.Do nothing of the kind, ''s3said Alan,
and then to John, "Come in here a mo-
.ment. IT. want to speak to you q; ';as
% John entered the garden, and the
door was closed behind him. AZ candle
stood on the gravel walk, winking a.
little in the draug ghts;;Es it. threw incon-
stant sparkles on the clumped holly,
struck the light and darkness to and
fro like a veil on fAlan's features, and
sent his shadow lowering behind him
All beyond was inscrutable; and Johns
dizzy brain rocked with the shadow.
Yet even So; it struck him that Alan
was pale, and his voice, when he spoke,
unnatural. <13s Y. Il 85 s55 & Il
What brings you here. tonight, 3 Z he
began. ~ don Int, God knows; to
seem @unfriendly but I can not take
you in, Nicholson; G can not do it,, :s& {
Allan, ( said ] ohm, ' YOU We just got
to! You dom t know the mess I'm In;
the governors turned me out,ss and /
daren't show; my face in an inn, because
tneyare dOWn Onsme iOr murder or some-
thing ~. 3f :4 INK ss
For what ?'',' n, cried Alan, starting. 81;
Murder, ] believe, Z says John. ss.
= Murder" repeated Alan, and passed
his hand over his eyes. : What was
that you were saying'?" he asked again
THAT they were down on me, said
John. I'm accused OF murder, by what.
II can l1 make out; and I've really had a:
dreadful day Of st. Alan, and i can't
sleep on the road side on a light like.
this at least, lot with Ia portman-
teau," he pleaded.
Hushy e said A1an, nth his head on,
one side and then, Did you hear not
ing 2" he asked sa3
q. said John, thrilling he knew
not why, with communicated terror
mo, I heard not thing; why y, And then,
as there was no answer, he reverted to
his pleading II