Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1900-07-26

pounds!
Barbara stays at the Grange, and
she is all energy and excitement. She
will never rest till the whole case is
brought to trial again, and Mr.. Jar
Wis policy of waiting is just what Bar
bara cannot bear to do.
The great lawyer has come to Port
raven, hoping to find out some clue,
but there seems nothing to find out.
Nobody can throw any light on the
mystery till chance discloses what the
brains of men have failed to find out
Mr.. Jarvis. walking down the street
Of Portraven, puzzling out the case
that occupies all his thoughts, meets
a sharp-faced-looking lad, who accosts
him.
"You be the gentleman who is for
Mr.. Bouverie?" he says, touching his
cap.
Eyes, my boy, was his counsel" re-
turns Mr.. Jarvis. alert in second.
The boy looks at him.
81 don't believe 1t were he took the
money. / am the bank messenger. sir,
and see Mr.. Grey taking a bag out
of the chimney in the bank. 1t was
this way, sir. Mr.. Kelly was out, and
I'm fond of reading, and there was a
book Mr.. Grey had, and / hid to get a
chance to nab it. and l saw him with
my own eyes taking down a wash
leather bag the day before he left the
Office for good"
"And where is Mr.. Grey now?" Mr..
Jarvis asked sharply.
Gone to Queenstown today to catch
the steamer for America" the boy
says, with a glance of cunning. II
told him l saw him take the bag, and I
thought he might give me a flyer to
say nothing about it. but he kicked
me down stairs. and 1 don't care now
if l tell on him or not"
Mr.. Jarvis puts his hand on the
boys shoulder.
Come and tell Mr.. Kelly what you
have told me. but take care you tell
the truth"
The whole case seems full of per-
plexity. Mr.. Grey may have robbed
the bank a second time; that remains
to be seen. 1t is mystery indeed
You can't get over the chloroform
business" thinks Mr.. Jarvis, and the
fellow positively swore it was Bou-
verie who did it. Still there seems to
be glimmer of daylight somewhere"
The Lucania is getting up steam, tho
tender is alongside, and the sun IS
shining brilliantly across the dazzling,
sparkling water.
Mr.. Grey, the cashier who had been
the victim of the Portraven tragedy,
stands on board with grey, anxious
face. His wife is beside him-a loud,
flashy-looking young woman.
We're just off," she is saying, when
she catches sight of a look of horror
on her husbands face. A police officer
and a private detective are coming to-
wards them. The late cashier is seized
with trembling, and remains as If fas-
cinated. -..---..-...-..-
An arrest on board one of the out
going American steamers is not very
uncommon occurrence. Mr.. Grey and
his wife are conducted on board the
tender, and the Lucania steams on her
way.
There is guilt on the face of the man
who sits staring with wild, desperate
eyes before him, deaf to the angry
protestations of his wife.
Only once he speaks as he turns to
her.
Hold your tongue! You brought
me to this! 1t is all your fault" Then
he looks at the officer in charge Of
him. 81 will make a clean breast Of it
there is nothing else to be DONE"
And it is before Sebastian Saville he
makes his confession, as he stands, a
shrinking, craven object, wailing for
mercy.
Mr.. Jarvis listens, with a we'll
pleased smile on his face.
Il took the hundred pounds" Mr..
Grey says, with sullen composure.
MY wife thought of the plan; was a
tool in her hands. l stole the money.
and that day, after l had cashed Mr..
Bouveries check, tossed all the
things about, and myself stuffed the
handkerchief soaked in chloroform
into my mouth. l swear l am telling
the truth. swore it was George BCu-
verie who had attacked me. l did not
care who suffered for my sin. But,
gentlemen" he cries, his agonized
glance wandering round, II am hap
pier today than l have been for
months. l have never known a mo-
ment's peace. Remorse has been my
curse day and night when used to
think of the man suffering in my
place, and his eyes, as they looked me
through and through, have haunted
me-"
Mr.. Jarvis smiles at Barbara's tear
wet face. II think George Bouverie
will find sweet compensation for all
his troubles" he says, as he promises
her to hurry on all legal formalities.
George Bouverie is innocent after
all! Who can measure the mad anger
in the mind of Sebastian Saville? In
his rage and disappointment he says
hard, bitter things, but Barbara does
not care. Before long she meets her
lover again, and, in the sunshine Of
her love, he forgets all the sorrow and
shame and desperation that had been
his lot.
With rare delicacy, Barbara has
willed that his mother shall be with
him first; that they two shall go to
some haven till the first trouble shall
have passed away. Afterwards she
will go to him herself.
And sS those two who have suffered
and sorrowed meet together again, and
Barbara once more looks into the face
that still bears the shadows of the
trouble.
II am not fit for you'll" the mar
grOanS