The Red Cloud chief., 1900-06-08
BY AMY BRAZIER.

va !" iulS is bOu y truth, MT. Mel
ly. In a second he sprang over the
counter, seized me by the collar, chok-
Ing me. We struggled desperately, but
| could not call out was choking.
And then he stuffed a handkerchief
soaked with chlorOform in my mouth.
He held 1t there. | do not know any
more"
He shivers as he speaks and covers
his CHASTITY face with his hands.
Sebastian Saville bends forward.
who was the man." He asks the
question intently, earnestly
Mr.. Grey lifts his head.
1T was George Bouverie."
II knew it," Mr.. Saville says quiet
ly. IL saw him coming out of the
bank, and Immediately after dispatch
money by telegraph. 1t was a bold
robbery indeed. Now. Mr.. Kelly,
what are you going to do?"
Mr.. kelly's face looks grey with ter
ror.
ii cannot believe it," he exclaims.
George Bouverie! The thing seems to
me impossible, Mr.. Grey!"-fixing
WI 'yNo upoA VIC uluODilIS I6ult VI
the cashier. "Do you swear that Mr..
Bouverie drugged you and robbed the
bank? Before God, is this the TRUTH"
Yes, 1t is the truth; | am prepared
to swear it," The cashiers tones are
steady enough now. He looks Mr..
Kelly straight in the face. Il did not
know the bank was robbed; / only
know for certain that George Bouverie
attacked and drugged me-"
II has been financially embar-
rassed," Mr.. Saville says, HE has
been in desperate straights for
money!"
Il know" admits Mr.. Kelly reluc-
family, remembering a passionate re-
quest from young Bouverie to be al
lowed to overdraw his account. But,
still, from money difficulties to a bank
robbery was a wide and awful gulf.
Mr.. Grey is examined and cross-ex-
amined; he sticks to his statement in
an mistaken manner
This Is terrible!' groans Mr.. Kelly.
T think young Bouverie should sink
to an act Of burglary! 1t will kill his
mother"
Mr.. Saville prepares to depart.
1T is sad indeed: but that young
man is STEPPED to the lips In turf
transactions more or less discreditable.
I suppose you will have a warrant
made out immediately"
He lowers his eyes to conceal the
look of triumph. Branded as a Grim
inal, Barbara can no longer think of
George Bouverie!
The bank manager signs and passes
his hand across his forehead.
IL suppose 1t will have to be DONE"
he says slowly: but. Mr.. Grey, l
could almost believe you the victim OF
a hallucination!"
Sebastian laughs.
COLLABORATION can not chloroform a
man or rob a bank"
81 mean" said Mr.. Kelly, that he
might have been mistaken-he might
have fancied 1t was Bouverie."
Mr.. Saville holds out the cheque he
had picked up on the floor Of the
bank.
This Is conclusive evidence. This
is the Identical cheque Mr.. Grey was
giving gold for at the moment he was
attacked. l cannot see the slightest
loophole for doubt. I myself can
swear to having met George Bouverie
running hastily down the steps OF the
bank, carrying a small bag, and ten
minutes after saw him handing in a
pile Of gold at the %postofice. Let him
account for that money being in his
possession"
Mr.. Grey sits white and ~listless, ner-
vously clasping and unclasping his
hands.
II feel ILL.," he says. looking at the
doctor, who has turned his back and
stands in pale CONSERVATION.
George Bouverie a thief! Impossible!
The doctor has known him since he
was born, and now to hear that he has
sunk so low is appalling! He feels
stunned; yet, he remembers the young
mans altered look Of care that sat so
oddly on the young face. During those
anxious weeks of Mrs. Bouverie's i'll
ness he had noticed George, often find
ing him sitting moody and depressed.
Poor, poor lad; II he had only
made a clean breast OF 1t to mel says
kindly old Doctor Carter to himself,
Il would have helped him only too
gladly.
But facts are facts, and, within an
hour two constables are driving rap
idly TOWARDS the Grange on an outside
car, and one Of them holds a warrant
for the arrest of George Bouverie.
The ' rant is signed by two magis-
trates, m of whom is Sebastian Sa-
Vile, who never In all his life signed
his name with such alacrity before, for
lie downfall OF his enemy is COM
plete!
CHAPTER VII.
The evening sunlight Is slanting
acroao tho laun watipn a OIorv ~