The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1903-01-20
MYSTERIOUS
MISS DACRES
By Mrs. Schuyler CrOwninshieId.
Copyright 1901. by ]. B. LippincOtt Co.
CHAPTER VI.-CoNr1NUED.

stopped and picked up handker-
chief that had fallen by the bedside.
1t was a mans handkerchief of good
1y size. 1t still held the nauseating
fumes, though lifeless. of that dead
ly, Supplying medium, ether.
could not mistake it. L had been
Obliged by the doctors to use it too
often in the judges last illness.
'You poor child" said, bending
over her, my tears raining down fast
upon the Counterpart. ''How could
] have distrusted you? So you were
the victim-sinned against, not
SHINING. My poor little Amaranthe!"
She smiled stupidity and nestled
down on the pillow, my hand under
meath her check.
How was it that / heard voices
in your room last night?" [ asked.
How was it?"
u cannot tell you" She smiled
again, and opened her blue eyes a
little way, looking into mine, but
closing them almost at once, as if
the light hurt them.
"But you must know, dear child.
1t was before you came out into the
hall"
Not in my ROOM" she said, "per-
haps in-in-there," she weakly mo-
toned towards Mr. Beldon's cham
Der.
"But 1 heard them. I was at your
door. ] heard them myself"
You were listening at my door?''
This she said with much of her or
binary spirit. "You we're and
then, seeing, perhaps, look of sur
prise in my face, she broke down,
crying: "Oh, dear Wibby! Dear,
dear Wibby! will tell you all, all
the hateful truth. [ had hoped for
dear daddy's sake that L might be
spared it, but / will will" Here
she drew herself upward in the bed,
caught my hand, and held it close
over her eyes with both of hers.
Don't make me say more than /
must, dear Wibby, don't! [ loved
dear daddy, I loved him sol" Here
she fell to sobbing again, and L cried
with her, not knowing why. After
"a while she lay quiet. but still sob.
king slowly and YEARLY. 'Now lis
<en,' she said-''isten! l was talk
Ing. There was man in my room
lust night. Yes, Wibby, a man, here
IN my ROOM"
Il knew it." said I. ''I heard him
talking. l saw him go in"
''You saw him come in?"
''Yes, through TIE window
And where wexe you, may 1 ask?'
She eyed me with a cold scrutiny
that had little in it of the child Amar
authe.
then gave her the history of my
wretched night, and of my leaning
out of the parlor window, and OF
what / saw. of what had heard.
1T is all true" said she, ano
sighed. ooh dear, dear me! Poor
me! / thought that 1 had found &
place. at last where they would no
pursue me, but no. place is secre-
enough. Now, dear Wildly, + am go
ing to make clean breast of it, as
daddy used to say" 1 drew chair
to the side of the bed, and sat there
looking into her wan face.
Don't look at me, Wildly dear
don't! / can't bear it, Turn your
eyes away. There! that is better!
Now listen! l shall make it as shor-
a possible, for it is a hateful story
She raised herself on her pillow:
again and looked downward, playing
with her fingers. She spoke very
fast, but the words are burned in OF
my brain.
You must know, then. dear Wib
by she began, that daddy did no
always do as he should. He gambled
as / told you. We had less and les
money. Sometimes he would com,
home with great deal. Then w
liveu well, and he bought me ioyel,
e1othes Then. when it was gone