Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1902-10-28

ACCOMMODATIONS one hundred dol
lars and fifty dolla. 5. Examine
them closely, Mrs. Brathwaite
please" said Jennings.
did SO.
What do you see?"
Two letters" said I.
AT this the girl writhed afresh
but Jennings held her with tight
grasp. AS for Mr.. Beldon, he had
| sunk In the chair all doubled up in
heap, and hung his head upon his
breast.
"The letters" said I, "are A. D."
did you ever know anyone named
A. DIP"
NO" said 1, mo. Oh, yes! why
of course I have-A. David Darling.
ton"
Eyes, A. D."
Il know that his letters to the
ladies were often signed A. d." said
l, that Is before-before-the
Adam David his name was"
chat doesn't prove they were his"
said Miss Dacres.
NO." said Jennings, sit doesn't,
but perhaps the squire's diary may.
Margot, where is that little red book
that you showed to Elder Wynne
last week?"
What has Elder Wynne to do with
this case?" said Miss Dacres, fash
Ing an enraged look at the company
generally.
"Everything," said Jennings, quietly.
NOW, Mrs. Brathwaite, turn to the
last page. will you, and read, kindly
read aloud" did as he told me. T
read aloud:
49, april the 18th. Darlington Hall.
~ am afraid! afraid! Margot has
slipped in~- She has given me pen and
Ink, ] have set my initials in the cor
ner of some notes What good that will
do me know not. but it will be proof
in ease
Here the writing stopped.
us that the writing of Adam
David Darlington?" asked Jennings.
AS he asked this question was
aroused by a low, moaning cry. Miss
Dacres began like little CRYING
child, but her tones rose higher and
higher, until her sobbing and vail
ing filled the old kitchen.
"Wibby, Wibby," she said-she had
flushed crimson, as she always did
when experiencing great emotion
you don't believe it, you won't. Oh
Wibby! Wibby!"
"She stole those and the letters"
interpolated Jennings-"and Heaven
alone knows how much more-and
stole the money from you again so
you'd have to keep her. Stole the
letters and studied them carefully.
Margot remembers when the consul
sent them home--the letters, I mean
after Eugene Darlington's death.
The squire had them in that small
black desk of his; he used to read
'em over and over-didn't you say so,
Margot?-and you saw him, didn't
you, Josie, probably read some of
EN- to him yourself. So you can still
blush?"
Beldon spoke again.
Have you got tho doctor, Jen-
nings?" he said. in low voice of in
quiry.
eyes. quite safe in Mrs. Brath-
waite's cellar. But then, as you
know, he has been there for some
days past. Oh! now, come! come,
dear Mrs. Brathwaite, don't, I beg
OF you, be nervous on his account.
Don't you know told you that much
went on at night of which you knew
nothing, but didn't l also say that
would take care of you, and haven't
l? Haven't 1, now? 1t is only
Haughtry, Miss Dacres' faithful
servant, or unfaithful one, so called,
the DR.. Lestrange of this most in
teresting case. He was here, as YOU
know, with Squire Darlington. He
posed as good Catholic, and
brought this pious priest, and more
pious sister, into the house to help
him in the care of the squire's phys.
ical health and family possessions.
He has made your cellar a place of
safe deposit. You know I told YOU
what / had found-yes, Josie, nv
dear, had it all up in the lower
front while you We're masquerading
as the heiress of Darlington Hall. !
must restore it tomorrow. 1t will
take me quite the whole day. Some
for The Larches,' some for Lawyer
Parsons, some for The Beeches,' some
for Marchbank, not to speak of the
church service from Wehauken Town.
really think, though, that DR.. Lee
strange should be made to polish the
silver before return it. 1t would
look much better for little hot soap
suds and silicon, but at present he is
incapacitated, fear, as he has bro
ken into case of old brandy which
you had probably forgotten, Mrs.
Brathwaite, left there by the Judge
In the dark ages, SO that his mag
mary companions are those pleasant
creatures of natural history, the
snake, the rat, the black beetle, and
others OF equal interest. In fact, Mrs.
Brathwaite, our dear DR.. Lestrange
considers that he is residing for the
present within the boundaries of n
geological garden, but shall relieve
you OF him early to-morrw morning."
twill you stow it, Jennings?" asked
Mr.. Beldon, who seemed all at once
to have forgotten his literary style,
land get away from this?"
And now Amaranthe, or Josephine
Dacres, or Mrs. Parkington Hoyt, as
they now called her-I got very much
| confused with all these changes of
names-Josephine Dacres turned and
looked at me. She stretched out her
I Hp al L. H.