The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-08-22

acterleSS lower classes
of London. He singularly repellant loking. His
complexion pale and unwhoesome botched here and
there with pinlsh yellow patches In his syness
and ferocity mingled. His forbidding aspect was
not esesned by his light axen eyelashes and the entire
absence of eyebrows.
The big opened porty hall porter APP
peared looking considerably ruffled.
Haven't you got heys? What d'you by
ringing the turret bell?' he asked, pompously.
81 didn't see other the fellows answer,
The 5softness of the mans voice was startling
trast to his repellent visage.
whats that?" and Thomas Dudgeon, the hall porter
pointed small knob to the right of the door
The bell pull Of the turret ornamented iron
ring attached to chain at the left.
IT beg your pardon. haven't harm have II"
"No harm partickler except as that bells only rung
when there's fire, or DEATH
The porter his voice he uttered the last
words, and he looked round nervously
T"I couldn't know nothing about that, could r." said
the Here's letter I've brought for Mr. Ire
maine
He envelope to the porter who waddled
away with it muttering to himself
Dudgeon entered the library spacious apartment
with projections extending from the walls and lined with
each side At large table sat Hugh Trenaine
busiy writing In of the window stood his
daughter. She held book in her hand turned to the
light for evening approaching.
Hugh Tremaine looked up inquiringly when the hall
porter entered
letter, sir, brought by messenger" said Dud
Mr.. Tremane broke the envelope and frown puck
cred his brow he read.
Eleanor he called out Listen to this
The girl turned and came towards him. She rested
her hand her fathers shoulder and leant him
while he read. The letter ran thus:
Dear Sir:-A young man. Walter Penreath by name,
lying point death in lodgings my house,
Albert Square, Commercial road He seized with
a and the doctor holds out hope
recovery. Mr. Penreath this afternoon and he
begged to send for at as he desires
esty tell something of vital Importance to
family. He tells me he old school companion
friend of in days by If wish to
him time LOST am, yours truly,
Frank Holt"
ct can hardly refuse go, Eleanor" said Mr.. Ire
maine folding the letter.
"But who is this Mr.. Penreath? Do you remember
him. father?" asked the girl, doubtfuly.
Yshara were ar AMY coll
iege.a T do not recolet Walter Penreath but there
may have been Anyhow, he knows me, and
Cornishmen forget motto: One and ALL
Father" cried the girl, suddenly you must not
/ tell you why but feel Surely you
have not forgotten the warning of three months ago?
She shuddered, and dropping her knees seized her
fathers hand if to keep him near her.
Mr. Tremaine's face overcast. For moment he
could speak, and when he did his voice low
husky.
IS Forgotten what warning, Eleanor"
"Your sudden attack" she replied. She spoke hest
tatingly and confusedly 1t not this but the
of the sinister looking her fathers strange
alarm, the employment of the detective, that in her
mind
| "I don't what that with request of
this Mr.. Holt said he drly.
Mr.. Tremane took the postofice directory lying
on the table and looked under the heading Streets
for the of the living at
j Commercial road. MRS. Annie Holt" he read. The