The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1900-07-13

Sne Is very happy tnlb evening. pe-
tween her and George stands tea
table, and George is laughing and
pouring out the tea, desperately par
ticular as to sugar and cream, waiting
on his mother with gentle courtesy.
Her pale cheeks have taken pink
tinge, soft as the blush on girllsh
face. She wears lilac ribbons In her
filmy lace cap, and lace ruffles fall over
her slender hands.
In upon this homelike scene stalks
a trouble dark and horrible.
The maid, with pale face, opens the
door and stands trembling, looking
from her mistress to the face Of the
young man who is so calmly helping
himself to a second cup of tea.
"Well, Mary, what is it?" he asks,
gaily tossing lump of sugar to fox
terrier sitting at his feet.
ooh, Mr.. George, I don't know!"
stammers the girl. 1T is something
dreadful, sir There is sergeant and
a constable in the hall"
George lays down his cup, but no
idea of the truth rises in his mind.
"The bank robbed? That is odd!
But I am not a magistrate. What do
they want me for?" he says. "I'll
just step out and ask the sergeant
what it means"
But before he can leave the room
there is the sound of little confusion
in the hall, and Doctor Carter, with a
grave, desperate face, hurries in and
goes straight to Mrs. Bouverie.
my dear old friend, there is some
monstrous mistake! There, don't get
frightened, the whole thing is impos-
sible-a travesty of justice, that's
what it is, driveling idiot making a
statement like a lunatic! You'll set
them right in ten minutes, George,
won't you?''-a shade of anxiety creep
ing into his voice.
"What is it," asks Mrs. Bouverie,
sitting up, pale and trembling. Doc
tor Carter, what is it all about?"
He pats the trembling hands he
holds.
"My dear lady, leave it to George. 1t
is all nonsense-the laundering Saville
and that fool Of bank clerk"
But don't understand! What has
my son to do with it," asks Mrs. Bou-
verie, getting frightened.
"Sure, I'm telling you'll" cries the
doctor, his natural tongue getting the
upper hand, 1T seems some one
drugged the clerk and robbed the bank
and the fool, dazed with chloroform,
has saddled the crime on George!"
ION me?" George exclaims, flush
of indignation dyeing his forehead.
How dare any one say such thing?"
"They have dared!" retorts the doc
tor furiously. Mrs. Bouverie, George
can explain everything; you mustn't
excite yourself. George, my boy, you
were at the bank this morning."
Yes; l cashed cheque," George
says, his face growing stern.
"Yes; afterwards Saville saw you
wiring off a hundred pounds-your
money, of course; but you've just got
to tell them that. And, look here"
Doctor Carter stops short at the look
that has come over the face of George
Bouverie-a stricken, conscious look.
"a hundred pounds! Oh, George,
what does it mean?' cries his mother,
weeping now in her fear.
George gives one look at her, and
then his eyes meet the troubled, in
curing gaze of the doctor.
my boy, my boy, surely you'll set
it right?" the old man stammers.
George Bouverie's face is as white
as death. He touches Doctor Carter
on the arm. 81 will go and speak to
the sergeant" he says, in hard, cold
voice.
ITO be continued.)