The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1905-03-31
CHAPTER xvIII.-fcontinued.,

CHAPTER xvIII.-(Continued.
While he spoke, he was writing on
slip Of paper, which he folded and hand
I'd 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 il
your hand will be sufficient introduction
Good morningv'
In another minute Mr.. Montgomer,
was 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 pppel
not that 1t IL ever likely to be fount
out. They did not half believe in 1t
But, cunning as they are, they are don.
they did not suspect me. How famil
lar this old ramshackle place looks t.
me, although tits many year since
saw 1t 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
lawye r had given him and read the ad.
dress. The words were, Madame Berne
Ivy Cottage, Ivy Road, Highbury."
Had that paper informed him that
he was to die within the hour, its pc
rusal could not have cast upon his face
Q more marked expression of dismay.
For moment he stood rooted to the
spot; and when jostled by a rough passer-
by, went back into the court to stare at
the writing and recover from the shock.
Great heavensg' he calculated. "Is II
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? I must
fathom this mystery"
He stood musing silently for some
moments, and gradually an expression
Of dark determination settled upon his
face.
I'm do itv' he muttered again. I'n
face her once more, although I 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 man
thoroughly resolved.
Ivy Cottage was a small, gloomy look
Ing house. covered with the dark leaves
of the plant from which it took its name;
a shrivelled holly tree, and large, un.
trimmed lime, threw a yet deeper sl,ad-
ow upon the building. 1t was a rem
nant of bygone days, when Highbury
was a country place; and it looked like
meanly dressed, old-fashioned woman,
IN gay crowd, amidst the glaring stucco
and white paint of the new villas that
were dotted OH each side of it.
Mr.. Montgomery pulled up short, as
he saw ivy Cottage inscribed uron
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
fdgeted 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 looking servanut. Madame Berne |
was Mt home; but she could not see |
strangers. Would he send in his bust
ness?
He desired her to say that he came
from Messrs. Fogle & Quick, of Cray's
Inn, and that his business related to a
certain advertisement which had appear
ed In the morning newspapers. The
oifut tuc uOOE III HIS lace ana lo1t
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 lapse Of about minute, the 4
1oor reopened, and he was marshalled
~ the solemn servant into the front par
or. there to await Madame Berne's APP
pearance. 1t was a gloomy room, the
walls were covered with a dingy. dark
PAPER, the furniture was old-fashioned
n form, and mostly Of oak. The trees
II front threw in a black shadow, and
'bscured the daylight. Mr.. Montgomery
eated himself with his back to the win
low, and in that position his features
we're indistinct to any person coming
nto the room.