Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-09-30

for lno4-ee-.:. ..-.-l l-sn quietly slip ped to the floor. She had tainted, and George rang the bell for assistance. Margery, who had evidently been Turk Ing outside, rushed in. When she saw her friend extended pale and lifeless on the carpet she turned on George with furious face.
 'What have you been doing to the poor darling?" she demanded. You l you''- She raised her hand to strike, but Brendon caught her by the wrist. T have been doing nothing" he de- clared. Miss Bull tainted unexpected 1 ly. Thank goodness here Is some one." l It was one of the servants, but Mar gery waved her off. No one but me no one but me!'' she cried and took the slender form of her friend up in her | arms. Wait here," she added to l George. "I'll be down soon." l Brendon did not feel very comforta- ble. He saw that Margery was kind ] of untamed animal who had been brought into subjection by Miss Bull. No other person could manage her, and 1 should she return still in a passion Brendon feared lest she should use l 1 ground, as he was anxious to learn how the old maid was feeling and still more | anxious to find out, if possible, why she had tainted on hearing his name. II wonder if Mrs. Jersey told her any, thing" muttered George as he looked ] put of the window. 'But that's inn i possible. Mrs. Jersey would keep her l own secret so as to terrorize over Der rington Besides, Miss Bull declared ,, that she recognized my face. I won l Her if she knew my father, and If she 1 can throw any light on the murder It Is strange that she should be connected with the matter and live in the same house as Mrs. Jersey. Upon my word" ] said George in disgust, lit seems as though there were a gang of shady people here connected with my affairs. And she was moved by the mention l of Dorothy's name. I wonder what l that meantY
 l But whatever 1t did mean he did not learn that day Margery returned and stated that Miss Bull was better, but was too faint to resume the conversa- lion. She begged MT. Brendon to call I another day. Margery gave this mes l sage in quite friendly way and nod ded smilingly to the astonished George. You are better disposed toward me-" he said, taking up his hat.
 Miss Bull told me to be kind to you,' she declared, still smiling, and, then, with a burst of good nature, "T will be kind. Do you want to know about the papers?"
 \ If you choose to tell me-" said l George artfully.
 There was a lease in the green box, and many bills," said Margery, "a few photographs, and that was all. l fouldn't see the story"
 "What story, Miss WatsonT
 Margery nodded with a cunning pnile and answered in a whisper, as l though her aunt was still alive and within hearing. "She told me it was story she was writing Oh, such long story Sheets and sheets of story foolscap sheets. She kept them In long blue envelope and would not let me see them"
 | George reflected that evidently Mrs. Jersey had been writing out an ac- count of her early life, and Margery's. next words put the matter beyond a I doubt. My aunt said that she would let me have the story to read after she died But could not find 1t in the green box"
 Perhaps you did not look thorough ly," suggested George.
 "Yes, I did, and looked in all other places. But could not find it. The story was Italian" went on Margery, staring at him, flor when my aunt wasn't looking I peeped. San Reno is in Italy, isn't it?"
 @"I believe SOL replied George, more and more convinced that Mrs. Jersey had left confession behind her. 'tDid you tell Miss Bull?'
 Margery nodded "She said I wasn't to say word about it, but she will not be angry at my telling you. She likes you, and says you are like some one she once knew and loved"
 I Brendon did not pursue the conver- sation. He left the house promising to call again. With his head filled with many thoughts consequent on his two interviews, he emerged from Amelia square and walked down to Oxford I street. A shout aroused him from his day dreams as he reached the corner. He saw a tall, red headed man cross ing the road and cab was bearing down on him. The man stood para lyzed in the center, and it was appar- ent that the horse would soon be on him. George, almost without thinking, dashed into the street and, seizing the animal, refined it back on it's launches with a powerful hand There was a shout of admiration from the throng en the footpath, few oaths from the driver of the hanson, and the next minute the red headed man was thank ing his preserver on the pavement and shaking his hand violently.
 Don't you think I'll forget it, sir" he said, with rather an American ac- cent. You have saved Bawdsey, and Bawdsey can help you at a pinch.'' I Brendon was too bewildered by this