Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1905-08-17

such disclosure, and he said nothing
at the moment "He was a singing
master" he finished rather lamely.
"Mr. Ireland told me all about him.
"That is all correct, SO far as | know,
Mr.. Brendon. dare say you wish to
know why 1 saw Mr.. Ireland. I did
so on behalf Of Margery Watson, as
wanted the girl to continue the board
ing house like the poor creature, and
when her aunt died she was left very
badly Off"
"Didn't Mrs. Jersey leave any
money!"
mo. She lived principally on an an
nuity from Lord Darlington"
"Ah," said Brendon, his suspicious
becoming more and more confirmed,
$50 he allowed her an annuity. Why"
81 can't tell you that. But with the
death Of Mrs. Jersey the annuity nat
urally ceased. l asked Mr.. Ireland
about the lease and then sought out
Lord Darlington. I represented to him
the position of Margery Watson, and
he was good enough to renew the
lease In her name on my security"
"Still by the year," asked George.
"Still by the year. So now the poor
girl can live"
'You are good woman, Miss Bull,
to help her in this way. It shows you
have a good heart" said George.
"Well, Miss Bull"-he ruse-"you have
told me what want to know. hope
to make use of 1t. In return for your
confidence should tell you
Tell me nothing" cried the old maid
quickly. II don't wish to hear your
secrets. The less said the soonest
mended. When Miss Ward becomes
Mrs. Brendon," she added, with a dry
smile, you can send me a piece OF
wedding cake"
"She will not become Mrs. Brendon,"
said George, shaking his head. Il will
be frank with you, Miss Bull. My
name is not Brendon."
She rose from her seat and looked
at him steadily, perusing every line in
his face. II thought had seen some
one like you before. I see now-now-
don't tell me your name is-is-but it's
impossible"
"My real name is George yane. l am
Lord Derrington's grandson"
The little woman looked at him wild
" for moment and then 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
a furious face.
''What have you been doing to the
poor darling?'' she demanded. you
you She raised her hand to strike,
but Brendon caught her by the wrist.
ST have been doing nothing" he de-
clared. Miss Bull tainted unexpected
". Thank goodness here is some one"
1t was one of the servants, but Mar
gerry waved her off. "No one but me
no one but met! she cried and took the
slender form Of her friend up in her
arms. 'eWait here" she added to
George ''l'll be down soon."
Brendon did not feel very comforta-
BILE. He saw that Margery was a kind
of untamed animal who had been
brought into subsection by Miss Bull.
No other person could manage her, and
should she return still in passion
Brendon feared lest she should use
physical violence Still he held his
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 II Mrs. Jersey told her any
thing" muttered George as he looked
out of the window. "But that's Inn
possible. Mrs. Jersey would keep her
own secret so as to terrorize over Der
rington. Besides, Miss Bull declared
that she recognized my face. I won
der II she knew my father, and II she
can throw any light on the murder. 1t
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, ut seems as
though there were a gang Of shady
people here connected with my affairs.
And she was moved by the mention
Of Dorothy's name. wonder what
that meantT'
But whatever it did mean he did not
learn that day. Margery returned and
stated that Miss Bull was better, but
was too faint to resume the CONVERSE
ton. She begged MI. Brendon to call
another day. Margery gave this mes
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 burst of good nature, II
will be kind. Do you want to know
about the papersT'
IF you choose to tell me-" said
George artfully.
'sThere was lease in the green box,
and many bills" said Margery, "a few
photographs, and that was all. !
couldn't see the story"
What story, Miss Watson?"
Margery nodded with cunning
smile and answered in a whisper, as
though her aunt was still alive and
within hearing. "She told me It was
story she was writing. oh, such a
long storyl Sheets and sheets Of
story-foolscap sheets. She kept them
in a long blue envelope and would not
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