The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1900-12-08

ness to hear what u had to tell re.
vealed itself plainly in his eyes, al
though had my back been toward.
him I should have noticed nothing ii
his voice other than the listless tone
of the invalid. I al about to put hin
through a trying ordeal, and the fac
that he had SO much ~self-control urged
me to go On. He wanted somebody Il
lean upon, and although my shoulders
were, at the best, but very young ones
still II I could take part Of his ANXIETY
upon them, and could make him un.
derstand that my inexperienced wits
might be sharpened to the working Out
Of my purpose by what he could tel
me-, and by his advice, I felt that ]
should be doing what no medicine
could do-that I should, in fact, be
ministering to IA mind diseased. And
so I told the tale. not exactly as twas
told to me, but with such few additions
as would make 1t easier to let Mr.
Travers know, when he had heard II
all, that I could answer part OF the
fiddle, and that I looked to him to un-
ravel the rest. I was careful, too, to
mention no names, and although he
seemed excited by the narrative, he
was lot unduly so.
I had been leaning over the foot OF
the bed while I spoke. When the story
raj finished I sat down and took his
hand in mine. I.
st have told you this tale Of malice
prepense," ] said, land before I say
why I have done SO, Iewant you to un-
derstand, Mr.. Travers, that for me, of
all men on the earth, my father and
you stand far above the rest. For
your sakes I would gladly run any and
every risk"
I could feel his poor, weak hand
tremble in mine as I spoke of danger,
and then he gripped me as hard as his
strength would allow.
Don't speak, Mr.. Travers, my kind
friend; don't agitate yourself. A
chance circumstance-the finding of an
old paper-put me in possession Of par,
of your secret. I know that there are
demons about who are hunting for you
and my father, and I know that when
they take a life they leave traces of
their handiwork behind, by which
they are still on the trail. My fathers
real name is Robert Tremayne n. Nor
ton, and yours is Rupert Starleign, and
I only tell you this that you may be.
lievc me when L say. that your safety
is my one and only consideration"
I made him take a little stimuIant
to help him to recover from the shock
I had given him.
II know the cause Of your present at
tack. It was because you happened to
see the account of the CASE In Man.
chester, and you recognized the sign
of the cards. Don't speak yet. Wait
until I have finished, and II you can
bring yourself to tell me the particu-
lars of what happened at Cambridge.
of what It was that has brought all
better able to help you. My father
would not tell me why he was leaving
but that vas because I was utter
ly ignorant then of everything con-
nected with the matter. Now I know
SO much that I am convinced he would
let me hear an. God knows. no father
could have been kinder to me than you
have been. Don't speak II 1t distresses
you, hut If you think you can tell me
what I ought to know, press my hand"
He looked at me so lovingly, and so
tenderly, withal, that, as I felt the
gentle pressure I had asked for, I
stopped over and kissed him.
God bless and keep you," 7 said.
"And now, my dear friend, try and
sleep. and try to think. too, that a r
row told Is a sorrow shared, and to-
morrow you will be stronger and better
able to help me-"
All! that tomorrow! How wise and
beneficent a provision it is that we
know not what. 1t may bring forth!
Had anything ben wanting to con-
vince me of the terrible position In
which WI all-and by 1--WE all" I mean
my father and Mr.. Travers, young
Travers and myself-were placed, the
events of this night would have sup
piled it. I sat beside the patient until
I saw that he, vas becoming calmer,
then I gently. withdrew my hand, and
changing my coat and boots for a
dressing gown and soft wooden slip
pers, I turned the gas down and made
myself as comfortable as possible on a
low couch that stood in the shadow on
side of the bed remote from the
door. From time to time I peeped at
the patients. white face, scarcely dis
tinguishable in the dim light from. the
pillow on which. his head lay, and I
was pleased to find that presently his
eyes were closed, and bending over
him, I could tell from his quiet breath
ing and his restful look that he was
sleeping; and I was comforted by the
thought that he might have found,
peace from the knowledge that n
who was involved in the great peril
overshadowing him was watching be-
side him.
It was past 1 o'clock, and the silence
of the early hours of the morning had
settled upon the house. T was wide
awake. The bed upon which Mr.. Trav-..
ers lay was an old-fashfoned,, half-test-
er, standing very high. q had drawn
the curtains forward ON my side. 50
that Il could see his face, by looking
round the hinder edge.
The raj jet was Fixed In the. side
wall, and q string. end of which.
lay close to Mr.. Travers' hand. had,
been attached to the clip In such q way
that he could. by pulling the cord, turn
the gas on full Il he wished to do So!
The night was very warm, and since.
in the old-fashfosfed house ventilation
had been entirely forgotten. ! had left,
the door ajar and one Of the Windows
9 little open. The gas, % I have said,
had been turned low. but there was
stin plenty Of light inthe room teYead-
lily distinguish the different objects,
and from my position en- lay I could
moo fhA door NV reason m the