Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1905-09-05

w Nj Mrs Jersey. Margery hnd
gone out shopping, and tho
old maid was left to her own re-
sources
Her thoughts were snd. Here she
was. an old spinster dragging out a
miserable old age IN London lodging
house. while her sister lived and Jared
sumptuously in accordance with her
position. ut can't last much longer"
said Miss Bull. with n sigh. II am get
ting old. and the end is coming. The
sooner the better"
AS she gave vent to this dreary sen
tence there was ring ut the door.
Miss Bull paid little attention to 1t, as
she never had any visitors. But this
day proved to he an exception, for
George was admitted into the room.
He advanced cordially toward Miss
Bull.
II have come to see you again, you
see," said Brendon.
II am very glad to see you, Mr..
Brendon," she said You have come
to make further inquiries likely to for
ward your fight for your birthr.ght?'
George laughed. There's no need
for that, thank God" said he; my
grandfather has agreed to acknowl-
edge me-
"Then there was a marriage?"
Il cannot be certain Of that yet.
How do you know about tbat?' 8
Miss Bull answered quietly: You
told me last time you were here that
you were Lord Derrlngton's grand
son, and heard that there was some
doubt about the legitimacy"
II know 1t was common talk at one
time" replied Brendon. satisfied with
this explanation. did Mrs. Jersey
ever speak about IT."
mo. She never did. What did she
know about it?"
II think you can best answer that
question, Miss Bull"
~ don't know to what you allude,
Mr. Brendon,"
perhaps IL allude to your life in
San Reno you
Miss Bull started to her feet, and the
cup she held fell on the carpet. "san
Remo?" she muttered.
Yes, Miss Howard" said Brendon,
using her real name purposely
The little old maid put one thin hand
to her head Miss Howarlr'
'"The daughter of the late General
Howard" said George
my father was n generalI"
"He was. General Howard. Yo,,
are Miss Jenny Howard
Miss Bull started and then sat
down. Her face expressed pain. "IIe
used to call me Jenny. Jenny How
ard. Yes, there was happy girl Of
that name, but she-she died.
Not at ,all," said Brendon briskly,
to arouse her from this dreamy state.
''Ehe lived and changed her name to
Bull"
The woman pushed back her white
hair and made an effort to be calm.
But her lip quivered. why have you
come here to awaken these painful
memOriesW she asked
because L WISH 10 KNOW now AAy
father came by his death.
II do not know--indeed l do not
KNOW" moanet Miss Bull, putting out
her hand as though to ward off the
thought.
You may not know for certain, but
you have some idea. Your sister, Mrs.
Ward
Miss Bulls face flushed crimson,
and she drew deep breath. oh it's
violet's work, is it," she said, and her
eyes grew hard. And pray, Mr.. Bren.
don. has she sent you to cross question
me?'
mo. 1 come on my own behalf.
You knew my father?"
percy vane. Yes, knew him. He
loved me--ah, indeed he did! That
night he asked me to be his wife, and
had he not been murdered
"Did he ask you when he was TAX
ing you homeW asked George, won
dering how Miss Bull would have be-
haved us his stepmother.
Taking me home? He never did
that on tho night of the ball"
"Your sister Mrs. Ward"-
IL have no sister disown Violet.
She is a wicked woman! She is selfish,