The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1905-04-22
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while he spoke he was writing on a
,Iin of paper. which he folded and hand
cd to the visitor.
"Shall | not require the document l
rove YOU as an introduction to the par
~" insinuated the gentleman.
mot at all. The paper you have In
.o,r hand will be sufficient introduction.
Good morning.!
In another minute Mr.. Montgomery
ros descending the dingy staircase.
"Just the same as of DID,, 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
ont. They did not half believe in 1t.
Rut. cunning as they are, they are done
they did not suspect me. How famil-
lar this old ramshackle place looks to
me, although tits many year since I
saw it last Its mouldy walls suggest
no very agreeable retrospect
While he was thus muttering his
thoughts. he left the building and passed
ont 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 Berne,
Ivy Cottage, Ivy Road, Highbury."
Had that paper informed him that
re was to die within the hour, it's pc
rusal could not have cast upon his face
a more marked expression Of dismay.
For n moment he stood rooted to the
spot and when jostled by rough passer-
hy. 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 Sias Carston, then? Can this wom-
an be- She must. The name is un-
common; and the same lawyers, too. But
why has she left The Willows? l must
SGthom this mystery"
He stood musing silently for some
moments, and gradually an expression
of dark determination settled upon his
face.
"I'lI do it, he muttered again. 'l'll
face her once more, although l would
as soon face tiger in her den!
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 a small, gloomy look
Ing house, covered with the dark leaves
of the plant from which it took it's name;
a shrveIed holly tree, and large, I'M
trimmed lime, threw yet deeper shad-
ow upon the building. 1t was g rem
5 nant Of byg6ne days, when Highbury
was a country place; and it looked like
a meanly dressed, old-fashioned woman,
In gay crowd. amidst the glaring 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
hdgeted 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 a SOL
emn looking servanut. Madame Berne
was at home; but she could not see
strangers. Would he send in his tusi-
ness!
He desired her to say that he came
from Messrs. FogIe & Quick, of Gruy's
Inn, and that his business related to a
certain advertisement which had appear
ed in the morning newspapers. The
woman shut the door in his face and left
MN standing upon the steps white she
delivered his message.
d 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 mor,ang
was raw and cold
After the lapse of about a minute, the
door re9Dened, and he was marshalled
ny the Sd1emn servant into the front par
lor' there to await Madame Berne's ap-
pearance' 1t was a gloomy room, the
walls were covered with a dingy. dark
paper the furniture was old-fashioned
IN form, and mostly of oak. The trees
III front threw in black shadow, and
ooScured the daylight Mr.. Montgomery
scared himself with his back to the win
uo"' and in that position his features
we're lndlstinct to any person coming
Into the room.