The Lamar register., 1900-07-04
CHAPTER VII.

The evening sunlight is slanting
across the lawn, making glory of
the dancing daffodils; and the birds
are holding concert that commenced
with the dawn this morning. Such
tender. loving spring evening.
The sun shines in at the windows OF
the Grange, and one shaft rests low
ingly on the fair head of George Bou
yerie
Mrs. Bouverie looks at the sunshine
and at the face of her handsome son
and smiles as she gazes. Her own eyes
are very sweet and patient.
She Is very happy this evening. Be
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 a girlish
face. She wears lilac ribbons in her
filmy lace cap. and lace ruffies fall over
her slender hands.
In upon this homelike scene stalks
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.
We'll, Mary. what is it?' he asks.
gaiIy tossing lump of sugar to a fox
terrier sitting at his feet.
"oh. Mr.. George, don't know!"
stammers the girl. 1T is something
dreadful. SIR. There Is a sergeant and
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
Just step out and ask the sergeant
what IL means"
But before he can leave the room
there is the sound of a little confusion
In the hall. and Doctor Carter, with
grave. desperate face. hurries In and
goes straight to Mrs. Bouyerie.
My dear old friend, there is some
monstrous mIstakel There, don't get
frightened, the whole thing is impos-
sible-a travesty OF justice, that's
what IL is. a driveling idiot making
statement like a lunaticI You1l set
them right in ten minutes, George.
won't you7''-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 about7"
He pats the trembling hands he
holds.
My dear lady. leave IT to George. It
is all nonsense-the laundering Saville
and that fool of bank cierkI"
But / don't understand! What has
my son to do with it7" asks Mrs. Bou-
verie, getting frightened
Sure, I'm telling you!" cries the
doctor. his natural tongue getting the
upper hand. TT seems some one
drugEed the clerk and robbed the bank
and the fool. dszed with chloroform,
has saddled the crime on GeorgeI"
.on me?" George eIclaims. flush
Of indignation dyeiug his forehead.
How dare any one ssy such a thingy"
..They have dared!" retorts the doc
tor furiously. Mrs. Bouverie, George
can explain everything; you mustn't
were at the bank this morning."
Yes. j Gasneu CusuuE, IrorSc
gays, his face growing stern.
Yes; afterwards Saville saw you
wiring off 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
auiring gaze of the doctor.
MY boy, my boy, surely you'll set
II right? ?" the old man stammers.
George Bouverie's face is as white
as death. He touches Doctor Carter
on the arm. Il will go and speak to
the sergeant" he says, in a hard, cold
voice.
CTo be continued)