The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1903-07-19


his. Well, my duty was clear, and
came to do it. And yeti stopped at
the foot Of the stair--because I remem-
bered that you were Robert Carewes
daughter. What OF you, II went UP
and harm came to me- from your father?
For l swear l would not have touched
HIM! You ask me not to speak OF per-
sonar things, and have obeyed you but
you see must tell you one thing now;
/ have cared for this friend OF mine more
than for all else under heaven, but
turned and left him to his ruin, and
would thousand times. rather than
bring trouble upon you! "A thousand
tlmes?' All! swear 1t should be thou
sand times thousand"
He had paraded in one speech from
the prisoners dock to Capulets garden,
and her eyes were shining into his like
a great light when he finished.
go quickly" she whispered. go
quickly! Go auickly!"
but do you understand"
"Not yet. but SHALL Will you go?
They might come--my father might
come--at any moment"
But
do you want to drive me quite mad
Please go." She laid a trembling. urgent
hand upon his sleeve.
Never, until you tell me that you
understand" replied Crailey firmly. lis
tening keenly for the slightest sound
from overhead. "Never-urtil then!'
..When I do ] shall tell you; now /
only know that you must go
There was n shuf1ling of chairs on the
floor overhead and Crailey went. He
went even more hastily than might have
been expected from tho adamantinc at
titude he had Just previously assumed.
Realizing this as he reached the wet path,
he risked stealing round to her window:
For your sake!" he breathed: and
having thus forestalled any trifing i'm
perfection which might arise in her re-
collection Of his exit from the house. he
disappeared, kissing his hand to the rain
as he ran down the street.
Miss Betty locked her door and pulled
close the curtains of her window. a
numerous, but careful sound of foot
steps came from the hall, went by her
door and out across the veranda. ST.
lently she waited nntf she heard her
afther go alone to his room
She took the candle and went into Mrs.
Tanberry. She set the light upon a table.
pulled a chair close to the bedside, and
placed her cool hand slightly on the
great lady's forehead.
isn't It very late. child? Why are you
not asleep"
Mrs. Tanberry, want to know why
there was light in the cupoa room to-
night?"
"What?" Mrs Tanberry rolled her
self as upright as possible, and sat with
blinking eyes.
II want to know what am sure you
know, and what l am sure everybody
knows. except me. What are they do
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quarrel between Mr.. vanrevel and my
father that had to do with Mr.. Gray?"
Mrs. Tanberry gazed earnestly into
the girls face After long time she
said in a gentle voice:
Child. has 1t come to matter that
much?"
Veg" said Miss Betty.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE TOCSIN.
Tom Vanrevel always went 10 the
postoftice soon after the morning dis
trbution of the mail; that is to say,
about 10 o'clock. and returned with the
letters for the firm of Cray and Van
revel, both personal and official. Grail
ey and he shared everything, even a box
at the postofflce; and in front of this
box one morning. after a night of rain,
Tom stood staring at a white envelope
apeht iS u SIidlI, DIdCk seal he ADDRESS
was In a writing he had never seen be-
fore. but the instant it fell under his
eye he was struck with distinctly pleas
urable excitement
Whether through some spiritual ex-
halation Of the writer fragrant on any
missive. or because OF hundred micro
scopic Impressions. there are analysts
who are able to select from pile OF
letters written by women (for the writ
t,,r III
ena more determlnedly than that of
mem those of the prettiest or otherwise
most attractive. And out upon the lover
who does not recognize his mistress's
hand at the first glimpse ever he has OF
it, without post-mark or other informa-
ton to aid him Thus Vanrevel. worn,
hollow-eyed and sallow, In the Rouen
postofiice, held the one letter separate
from a dozen the latter not, indeed.
from women and stared at it until a
little color came back to his dark skin
and a great deal of brightness to his
eye. He was no analyst Of handwrit-
ings, yet 1t came to him instantly that
this note was from a pretty woman.
To see that it was from woman was
simple but that he knew-and he did
know-that she was pretty. savors OF
the occult, More than this: there was
something about 1t that thrilled him.
that it came from Elizabeth Carewe.
He walked back quickly to his office
with the letter in the left pocket of his
coat threw the bundle of general cor
respondence upon his desk. went up to
the floor above, and paused at his own
door to listen. Deep breathing from
across the hall indicated that Mr.,
Gray's soul was still encased In SUM
Der, and great was It's need, as Tom
had found his partner that morning at
., stretched upon the horsehair sofa
in the office, lamenting the emptiness
OF n bottle which had been filled with
fiery bourbon In the afternoon
Nanrevel went to his own room, locked
the door. and took the letter from
his pocket, He held 1t between his I'm
gers carefully, as though 1t We're alive
ana very fragile, and he looked at 1t a
long time. holding It first In one hand,
then in the other, before he opened It.
At last. however, after examining all
the blades of his pocket knife he So
lec,ed one brighter than the others, and
lcosened tho flap of the envelope as
gently and carefully as II it had been
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