Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1905-06-17
CHAPTER xxx.

thlnk out'hls situation; he found II
difficult task. He was utterly in Rod
wells power. Once in the hands Of the
police, what would the story he could
tell avail against the word of a gentle
man? While thus revolving in his mind
his perious position, he took out his
pipe Searching in his waistcoat pocket
for a match, he felt some smooth, hard
substance.
1t was the locket that Mr.. Porter had
handed him, and which he had entirely
forgotten. His thoughts were too grave
ly engaged to give any heed to it now.
But in taking it out OF his pocket, the
better to catch hold of a match that
eluded his fingers, his gaze fell upon
the back. upon which was engraved the
initials #. b. and e. NJ. joined togeth-
er by a true lovers knot. A cry of as
constituent burst from his lips; he took
1t to the window, infinitely examined It,
passed his hand across his eyes. as
though doubling their evidence. Then,
with trembling fingers, he tried for the
spring. At last he found it. Upon one
side was the miniature of a beautiful
woman; upon the other, which had once
contained another portrait, a lock of
dark hair.
He sank into a chair, trembling as
with an ague fit, and gazing wildly upon
the miniature. But soon his face soft
ened, the tears gathered in his eyes, and
his chest heaved with deep sobs. He
kissed the picture, and murmured words
of passionate love over it. In trying for
the spring, Mr.. Porter had bent the case
n little. AS Montgomery pressed it to
his lips the portrait fell out and dis
closed, neatly fitted at the back, a scrap
of paper There was writing upon it;
but the characters were so minute that
he had great difficulty in deciphering
them. At last he read these words
The child upon whom this is found is
Silas Morant, son of Francis Morant,
whose portrait this is, of The Willows,
Herts'
For some seconds, both strength and
consciousness deserted him. AT first, his
thoughts came back broken and contus-
ed. This portrait of his wife in Mr..
Porter's possession! How came it there
"A child of whose existence he was ig-
norant? Silas Morant-Silas Carston
and Madame Berne interested in him.
Great heaven! this boy, then, whom he
had given up to his bittercst enemies
whose lifelong misery he had sealed
whom he was on the brink of consgning
to an awful death, was his own son.
Back upon his soul like the blast of a
trumpet rushed the parting words of
Madame Berne-that vengeance was
"held by a higher power than that of
puny man"
For the first time since his childhood
days, this hardened man of sin knelt
down, and trembling and appalled, at
what had been, what might have been
and what might be yet, prayed to heaven
for pardon and for succor.
What was to be done? If he could get
clear of the house, there would be no
difficulty. But he had heard Rodwell
lock the door behind him. All, the win
dow! 1t was a French one, opening
upon a garden; it was unfastened; he
could see the back door before him. The
next moment he was thera He could
not open it.
''The door is locked, sir" said a voice
behind him.
Montgomery started, and upon look
Ing round saw a burly looking fellow,
dressed like n groom, sitting under n
tree "Win you have the kindness to
open it for me?" he said, in as uncon-
cerDed a tone as he could assume.
Cent, sir" was the answer. MAS
ter has left me here with the key. to
see that nobody passes out whatsom-
ever"
For moment Montgomery entertain
ed the desperate idea of trying tussle
for the key, but the powerful build Of
the fellow, and the thought of the noise
t,l.l -
other and more feasible plan crossed his
brain.
'Would you like to earn a dollar, my
mann he said. II don't mean by let
ting me out of that door, or by disobey-
ing your masters orders. Will you take
message for me to the telegraph office
close by2"
The fellow considered for moment
swell, | wasn't told anything about mes
sages, so l dare say l can get it done
for you by somebody"
1t was an enormous hazard TO trust to
this man; but it was the only chance
left. There were writing materials in
the room he had just left. He FASTENED
back, and upon a sheet of paper wrote
addressed to Jonathan Rodwell, Nor.
ley's Hotel,"-the following words:
If you wish to see your granddaugh
ter alive, lose not a moment in going &c
Manor House, Essex, John Rodwell's
house"
As a double security, he would send
another TO Bow street station. The sec
ond telegram ran thus:
''The young girl for whose discovery {
reward has been offered is at Manor
House, Essex. She Is In imminent dan
ger-lose not a moment"
He sealed these up in separate envel
opes. and went back TO the man. A
youth, looking like a stable lad, was b!
his side; this was TO be the messenger
No person was In sight. The lad de