Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1903-02-14
SeabOrOugh'S Mystery
IN will always love me, Dick?'


che unpleasant memory of
40 words came to Richard filby as
w. IN the cliffs a mile away from
mile village of Scarborough paint
or rather attempting to paint.
ms ,t q fool he had been! He had
.'l.ad disgracefully with the innkeep-
- daughter, Flossie, who had seem
ugly taken all his attentions in earnest
.ssfactly unaware that there was an
ssbor Young woman up In London to
| ~hom he was engaged. Last evening
s1ay had walked out together as usual,
landing their way along the shore,
"a there the declaration of love re-
.ordod above had been made. How on
.oyth was he to get out of this Inn
broglio?
after few minutes Filby dropped
,oIette and brushes. Ambitious as
1 u was to be famous, he really could
rots paint this morning. He slipped
of his camp stool, and, throwing him
self full length on the grass, gazed
up refectively into the sky. What Il
nuisance this artistic temperament
wasl He was formally betrothed to
Ereda Withers at Forest Hill, and
had no desire to end the betrothal,
and vet down here in this romantic
little spot the temptation to enjoy
himself with Flossie Barnett, who
had attracted him the very first mo-
ment that he arrived at the inn, had
proved too strong to be resisted.
mice day, sir!"
Filby looked up. 1t was the coast
guard on his round.
"Yes! Rather warm for working,
though and for walking, too, should
imagine"
"0h, | don't mind that, sir. Used
to 1t, you see. That's a grand bit of
cliff you're painting, sir"
IF l could only get it right 1t
would be-
The coastguard unused, his hand
stroking his chin his eyes taking in
the points Of the picture.
"Ah, | mind that spot well. There
back. A chap Che was the son of
farmer round here as was gone on a
girl that he couldn't get jumped
right off there into the sea. His coat
was found on the cliff-he'd taken it
of before he jumped-but his body
must have been washed away by the
sea. Tor though we searched high and
low we never found it, 1t was a sad
case"
Directly the man had passed on
FllDy began pacing up and down ON
the cliff. An idea had come, the exc
cution of which might solve the diff
Guilty he was in, and with free move
ment of his limbs Filby always
thought better. The notion presented
difficulties at first, but one by one he
saw his way out of them. What q
lucky thing to have had that conversa-
ton with the coastguard. The means
OF relief from all his troubles was at
hand
That night an unusual thing oc-
Cured at the Scarborough inn. I'm
seen by anyone, man stole out at
midnight, holding some dark objects
under his arm, and made straight for
the edge of the cliff. Not a soul was
ABOUT; only the distant signing of the
waves broke the stiffness Hour after
nour passed by, yet the man did not
return. But the wind rose, the sigh
ing OF the sea became a tumultuous
roar, and by the time the light broke a
regular tempest was in progress.
Two hours prior to that mysterious
midnight flight Flossie Barnett sat in
ner bedroom, her usually smiling face
most seriously set. A letter on foreign
note paper and bearing the Cape Town
postmark was in her hands, and she
mad committed the contents to memory
Tor about the tenth time. 1t was from
ner soldier-lover Jack Preston, written
couple of days before he was to en-
oarK on the transport for England In
very short while the writer would be
nere IN person, with the plainly stated
oolect OF claiming her as his bride.
Now FlJssie was in a quandary. Her
u.ue Irritation with her visitor, Mr.
nltDy, had taken far more serious
.urh than she had anticipated. She
nad merely intended to amuse herself
win him during the absence of her
real lover, and surely girl left by
nerselr for two whole years had lib
erty to seek some mild amusement
oh higher social level than herself,
ne mad treated her as an equal, and
mat mad rather turned her head.
Leaving that side of the question,
QOMeXAr Elncclo