Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-10-04

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Everyone rose to his fact and
stared At Cyril as II he were Z ehost:
but he seemed 10 have no eyes or
thoughts tor anyone or anything but
Leola, who, with an inar1Icul1fe cry,
chung 70 Hrs. WetherelI.
The evidence does not allow Of q
shadoW Of . doubt: every certificate
is clearly authenticated and proven;
the identity has been established be-
yond ven legal question" said Mr..
Surge, rubbing his hands with solemn
Isatisfactfon. you must forgive
u.s. my dear SIR" he continued, turn
ling to Mr.. Ford, who sat like ching
Of stock and stone: you ought to
have received notice some months
ago, but Sir Cyril held our hands,
and positively forbade rs messing in
| the matter. sentiment eminent,
my dear sir" he whispered behind his
hand, wanted "a make love. like one
Of the kings Of old, In Disguise.
And the lawyer laughed.
"But-but- and this Il really a
Lorme!" said old Mr.. Ford, With
tears IN iais eyes. "O1d fool that /
was. ! might have guessed IT. Let
me go to him.
| And he went ana shook hands
with Cyril, who was on his knee
beside Leola, while Lord Beaumont
famed her.
/ Suddenly there was q loud crash Of
music IN the air. and the bells pealed
Tout in Wild clamor, while 4 noise OF
shouting and hurrahing was heard
on the lawn.
Il told the Vicar and old Mr..
Thorne," said Mr.. SturKes explain
ling That's the way to spread In
telligence! The whole county will
know It before the day Is OVER
But suddenly the sound Of q
handle being turned. recalled their
attention to the all importan per-
former In this thrilling comedy.
They had forgotten Philip Dyce,
and even as he turned to 50 there
fell dead silence.
| The cool, indomitable spirit had
not deserted him. He stood with
Ibis hand thrust In the breast Of his
coat, looking ct the group round
lCyril with sarcastic smile.
| Let me congratulate you he
said before go. on the success OF
your strategy. But am afraid
you will find that It IS very trans-
lent one. Mr.. Ford. leave Sir
Godfrey's viii In your charge. An
for that impostor,' and he glanced
at Cyril with & malicious sneer, "tbe
police will be better able to deal
with him than can"
He opened the door-no one had as
yet spoLen-but suddenly Lord Beau.
mont said, sternly:
"One word with you, Philip Dyce.'
| Lord Beaumont stepped up to him
| and said few words In q low voice.
4 Philip Dyce started as II he had
been shot. and q deadly pallor over.
spread his face. For the moment
he seemed utterly unable to move o.
speak, and his head dropped upon his
breast
Then, with an EFFORT. he looked up
and slowly seemed to take IN the
faces before him with one comprehen'
sive stare, and with smothered
oath slipped through the window.
Lord Beaumont closed the window
and looked At Mr. Ford with grave
smile.
/ Do you know what I said to MN?
ne asked a very few words only
/ simply reminded him chat the AZ
tenth Of January is my birthday
Well? demanded MI. Ford
And that on the fifteenth OF Jan
uary last year SIR Godfrey Lorms
dined at hcwfh, and did not leave
the Abbey until past twelve o'clock
myself saw him get into the car
rage, and remember the time. Con
1 sequentiy ne would have been sit
ting here at nine o'clock on that
evening
And--and, said Mr.. Ford. strik'
Ing his hand on the win as II It were
serpent, this this thing Is 9
forgery
| lust 80" said NJ. Surge. I'VE
knew that my dear MI Ford. That