The Black Hills union and western stock review. [volume] (Rapid City, S.D.) 1904-19??, 1905-01-27

Iher head he noticed now quickly her
hair had w!lltened.
He could no longer sit there a silent
witness to the outward sign of her
sutferings. aud therefore, rising, ne
drew near to her
You mustn't give up all hope yet
he said earnestly, longing TO relieve her
depression
But my prospect looks black"
You forgot the old saying. that the
darkest hours is nearest to dawn
And you really think that my inno-
cenCe may yet be proved ."
Il am sure it WILL, he answered
firmly.
Sure" she repeated. surprised alike
by the words and by the tone of the
expression. "How-~w hy-2"
Because he began and then
hesitated.
Yes" she asked anxiously, her feel
ing wrought to intensity.
Because, as ! have said. murder Will
out one way or nnothe%i"
He eyes expressed the disnppoint-
tnent she felt at hearing him express
this vague generality instead of some
particular explanation.
Is that all?" she ask ed in a low, dis
pirited tone.
Before he could reply the bell of the
house
"It is Valerius," Olive Dumbarton re-
marked.
Il must go now" Bostock said as he
rose.
She did not ask him to stay. but said,
You will come and See me again soon,
hope"
Very soon" he replied gravely, as
he took her hand and looked into her
eyes.
AZ he passed through the corridor on
his way out he met Yalerus who, with
displeasure in his prominent blue eyes,
coldly regarded the publisher. They
bowed as they passed without speak
ing.
She loves him" George Rostock
thought as he emerged into the rain
and the darkness, and the depression
he had felt all day grew deeper yet
CHAPTER XXI.
George Bostock drove home to his
flat in Herschel Mansions absorbed and
impressed by the interview which had
taken place between him and the
authoress. Entering his sitting room
he found half Il dozen letters awaiting
him, which he read without under
standing and laid aside, only to take
up once more and read again with the
like results for his mind being full of
the woman he had just quilted, was
incapable of fresh Impressions.
In little while servant announced
that dinner had been served, when he
entered the dining room aud seated
himself at the table. or appetite he
had none: the smell OF food proved dis
agreeable: but mechanically he helped
himself to fish, and then forgot to eat
what was before him.
On the servant 'reappeuring to change
his plate she, seeing he had not begun.
would have quietly retired but that he
called her back. He scarcely tasted
the second course or that which fol-
lowed, and the dishes being removed
he was unaware he had not dined. AS
ne sat looking absently at the fruit
before him and the empty glass beside
him he heard the electric bell of the
entrance door ring. and his thoughts
went back to that other bell he had
heard couple of hours before, and
to the man who had rung 1t.
Almost Immediately the servant en-
tered to say Mr.. Macl1worth had called
to see her master.
Show him into the sitting room, and
say shall be with him directly" the
publisher said, thinking the inspector
called to tell him what he already
knew.
Now, Mackworth, on Tearing at the
Italian hospital of the death of Mezza,
and having that news confirmed by an
inspection of the certificate of Mezza' 8
death at the consulate, was thoroughly
disappointed to find that the deceased
foreigner was not the man who had
taken David Dumbarton's life.
But his mind recovering from this
modification, reverted with force to his
old theory that George Bostock, and no
other. was the criminal. He was the
individual whose interests We're cent
tered In Dumbarton's death, and
though Quinton Quave had hesitated to
recognize in him the figure which was
seen to watch the house on the night
OF the murder, Martyr. the policeman.
had identified him as the same who
was In the immediate vicinity of the
scene of the tragedy soon after it had
taken place.
These considerations, coupled with