Condon globe. (Condon, Gilliam Co., Or.) 189?-1919, 1904-04-28
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CHAPTER XXliI.-(Contlnned.
II was dark when he returned to IN,
house, and he closed the shutters ant
barred the door very carefully before h'
sat down by the fire 20 reflect upon biI
iext step. lie had been rejecting on thaI
All day, without seeing his way too clear
" 10 the results on which he had set hiI
heart---a large sum of money, and new
life abroad TO enjoy II IN.
| He would not go upstalra yet awhile
hnother hour would be Of advantage 4
him. and he must wait. The bank a
Worcester was shut, and there would b.
30 getting money till tomorrow morning
before that time came she would slgI
he check, and remain prisoner II
Jackson'u button factory until tine ha(
been allowed for him 10 cash Il. Tha
was the end Of the brilliant scheme whlcl
be had planned out like an artist.
Suddenly there was q violent knocking
II the door. and Peterson Hprang up, With
sis hand shaking on the back Of the chair
He reached his hand toward the candle
and extlngulshed the fame, as his frs
resource against an unseen enemy. Ther
hs crept on tiptoe toward the door.
Who's theref"
"Let me In"
TON Eastbell" calculated Peterson
He opened the door, and dragged the
applicant for admittance Into the house
by the collar Of his coat--a man drench
I'd 10 the skin by heavy rain.
you muddler!" shouted Peterson
why couldn't you stop at Sedge Hin
How dare you come lniermeddllng
Didn't you leave II all to moT'
"Here-let go my thront---iet fellow
speak, What are you doing In the dark
Where are they ALI IL Sarah here
has she signed the checkT
Peterson released his hold and locked
The front door again. Tom followed lin
into the room. aud sat down shiysrlni
by the fire. His companion and adviser
relighted the candle. and held II TO hiI
face.
why did you conner"
For safety. Oh. Ned, shall be hang
ed" Tom cried. "The old woman Il
icnd, and everybody thinks | have don't
L. Here's blessed 20 for an innerScn
man! | never touched her. upon my soul
Ihe died right of, bang, In the picture
gallery, and 1t was nothing to do viii
me. wouldn't have thought OF sucl
q thing"
'Dead7 The old woman deadf" sait
Peterson. surprised again at this avowal
"0h!-ugh!--yes." he said. shudderinI
more strongly. "Her eyes opened sud
ZEN: Ned. and she was of. l shall nevei
forget II. And then the beast of a won
an. Hartley, came In when | screamed
and said that had murdered her. wa
talking her over 10 make a will, whe:
abe died--that's all. Oh! let's go to Lon
ion."
"Tom," said Peterson with excitement
you must go back. You must not leay,
Everything to that Culwicke The olt
woman has died naturally--the doctor
will prove that--and you have nothing Il
fear"
"oh! haven't II That's all you know
about L."
"You accursed IDIOT don't you see tha
you are richf-that Sarah Eastbell wal
only between you and a colossal fortune
--and Sarah Eastbell is dead, too"
sarah dead, tool" screamed Ton
Eastbell iun his new excitement: "ch
don't say that. 1t can't be-"
Hush! Keep Il quiet: II Is an eterna
secret between you and me; but sh,
spranR out Of the boat suddenly las
aight. they tell me, and was drowned
In day or two they will find her in th'
Severn, and you will be helr-at-law."
They'll say killed the couple o.
lhem."
sarah ran away from home--every
body knows that--and came to harm b!
accident. There Is nothing more natural.
"Poor Sally! She was a good sort,
said Tom; "and she--she's dead then
Thank goodness II was quite an acclden
for nobody meant to kill her."
Get back In haste--at any cost. Sa!
you were distracted, and did not know
what you were doing--that you have beel
In search of Culwick--or a doctor. Ge
back"
Suppose they take me up for killing
my grandmother; that's what I'm afrai'
Get back; you are safe. Get back
fool, to all that wealth."
| EDWARD peterson eAclVement wa
greater than Thomas Eastbolls now. i'll
thrust him from the house; be lockeC
the door after him; he tottered back I,
the room.
Tom Eastbell would be rlch--immense
| ly rlch-if his sister Sarah were remove,
from all the troubles of this world! Ton
Eastbell In his power-at his mercy fo
many past .offenses--a weak fool whom
he could rule implicitly, and get none,
quickly by.
Then, with the light In his hand, h
proceeded with a wonderful steadiness o
step up the stairs. A strange specimen
Of villain thls-for he went into hi
daughters room first, and said, "Poo
Bess.--you have gone for good then," an,
walked out again, and up the remaining
aight, with very sorrowful countenance
He drew the key from his pocket, unlocl,
ed the door, strode In, and then stoppe,
suddenly man struck, as 1t were, Int
stone by his amazement
The room was emptyl