Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1905-05-06
CHAPTER xvII1.-(Continued)

While he spoke, he was writing on n
slip of paper, which he folded and hand
ed to the visitor.
Shall | not require the document |
gave you as an Introduction to the par
tyr insinuated the gentleman.
Not at all. The paper you have in
your hand will be sufficient introduction.
Good morning.
In another minute Mr.. Montgomery
was descending the dngy staircase.
Just the same as of old" he muttered
hard as nails--not to be moved Awk-
ward their sticking to that bit of paper
NOT that it is ever likely to be found
out They did not half believe in it.
But, cunning as they are, they are done
they did not suspect me. How famil-
lar this old ramshackle place looks to
me, although tbs many a year since |
saw it last Its mouldy walls suggest
no very agreeable retrospect"
While he was thus muttering his
thoughts, he left the building and passed
out of the court into the open thorough
fare. Then he opened the paper that the
lawyer had given him and read the adj
dress. The words were, Madame Brrne
Ivy Cottage, Ivy Road. IIighbury."
Had that paper informed him that
he was to die within the hour, its pc
rusal could not have cast upon his face
more marked expression OF dsmay.
For n moment he stood rooted to the
spot; and when jostled by rough passer
by. went back into the court to stare at
the writing and recover from the shock.
Great heavens" he calculated. as it
possible What can this mean? Who is
this Silas Carston, then? Can this wom-
an be- She must The name is I'M
common; and the same lawyers, too. But
why has she left The Willows? | must
fGthom this mystery"
He stood musing silently for some
moments, and gradually an expression
OF dark determination settled upon his
face.
IN do it!' he muttered again. "I'll
face her once more, although | would
as soon face tiger in her dem
He buttoned his coat across his breast
with jerk, drew on his gloves and walk
ed rapidly on, with the air of a man
thoroughly resolved.
Ivy Cottage was n small, gloomy look
ing house, covered with the dark leaves
of the plant from which it took its name:
trimmed lime, threw yet deeper shad-
ow upon the building. 1t was a rem
nant OF bygone days, when Highbury
was country place; and it looked like
a meanly dressed, old-fashioned woman,
In gay crowd amidst the glazing stucco
and white paint of the new villas that
were dotted on each side of it.
Mr.. Montgomery pulled up short as
he saw Ivy Cottage" inscribed upon
the gate post of this shabby looking
dwelling. He felt more nervous than
ever. He drew out his handkerchief, /,
took off his hat, wiped his face and
fidgeted with his coat At last he made
the plunge, opened the garden gate,
walked up the path and rang the house
bell
His summons was answered by sol |
emn locking servanut. Madame Berne
was at home; but she could not see
strangers Would he send in his bust
ness?
He desired her to say that he came
Inn. and that his business related to a
certain advertisement which had appear
ed in the morning newspapers. The
SuuL the uoOE Ill MS lace ana left
him standing upon the steps while she
delivered his message.
Any person who had stood beside him
might have heard the humping of his
heart against his side. Again he took
out his handkerchief, and wiped away
the perspiration that stood in large
beads upon his face; yet the morning
was raw and cold
After the lapsefof about a minute. the
doc~ r and he was marshalled
servant into the front par
await Madame Bernes APP
It was gloomy room, the
covered with dingy. dark
furniture was oldfashioned
and mostly of oak. The trees
threw in a black shadow, and
red the daylight Mr.. Montgomery
ed himself with his back to the win
wv, and in that position his features
we're indistinct to any person coming
into the room.