The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1903-04-10

She u very happy this svssnfnx. Bs.l
tween her ana George stands : To-.
table, and George q laughing md,
pouring out the tsa, dsspsratslyyspAt
ticular 40 TO sugar and cream. waiting
on his mother Nit gentle courtesy. u
Her pale chseks havs takensa pink
Stinge, soft asE thea blush on y girlish
face. She wears liiacsrip bnns Ia her
nlmy lace cap. ana laceS fufnes fall over
her slender hands. l..5 4 SSsii5
In upon this homelike scene stalks
a trouble dark and horrible.
The maid, with a pale face, opens the
door and stands trembling, looking
from her mistress to the face OF the.
young man who is 50 calmly helping!
himself to a second cup OF tea.
"Well, Mary, what is TT" he asks.
gaily tossing a, lump Of sugar to a fox
terrier sitting at his feet. ri
4 ooh, Mr.. George, I don't known
stammers the girl. "It is something
dreadful, sir. There is a sergeant and
constable in the hall!"
George lays down his cup, but no
idea Of the truth rises in his mind.
''The bank robbed? That is odd!
But am not magistrate. What do
they want me for?" he says. ''I'll
just step out and ask the sergeant
what it means"
But before he can leave the room
there is the sound of a little confusion
in the hall, and Doctor Carter, with
grave, desperate face, hurries In and
goes straight to Mrs. Bouverie.
MY dear old friend, there is some
monstrous mistake! There, don't get
frightened, the whole thing is impos-
sible-a travesty of justice, that's
what it is, a driveling idiot making
statement like a 'lunatic! You'll set
them right in ten minutes, George,
won't you?"-a shade of anxiety creep
ing into his voice.
What is it?" asks Mrs. Bouverie.
sitting up, pale and trembling. "Doc-
tor Carter, what is it all about?" #
He pats the trembling hands he
holds.
my dear lady, leave it to George. It
is all nonsense-the laundering Saville
anu IudI 1OO1 VI d Uduh C1cIh:
But don't understand! What has
my son to do with it?" asks Mrs. Bou-
verie, getting frightened.
Sure, I'm telling you'll" cries the
doctor, his natural tongue getting the
upper hand, "It seems some one
drugged the clerk and robbed the bank
and the fool, dazed with chloroform,
has saddled the crime on George!"
ION me?" George exclaims, a flush
of indignation dyeing his forehead
"How dare any one say such thing?"
"They have dared!' retorts the doc
tor furiously. Mrs. Bouverie, George
can explain everything; you mustn't
excite yourself. George, my boy, you
were at the bank this morning."
Eyes; I cashed a cheque." George
says, his face growing stern.
Eyes; afterwards Saville saw you
wiring off hundred pounds-your
money, of course; but you've just got
to tell them that And, look here
Doctor Carter stops short at the look
that has come over the face Of George
Bouverie-a stricken, conscious look.
"a hundred pounds! Oh, George,
what does it .mean?" cries his mother,
weeping now in her fear.
George gives one look at her, and
then his. eyes meet the troubled, in
quiring gaze of the doctor.
"My boy, my boy, surely you'n set
it right?" the old man stammers.
George Bouverie's face is as white
as DEATH He touches Doctor Carter
on the arm. II will go and speak to
the sergeant" he says, in a hard, cold
voice.
Ito be continued.)