Troy weekly news. (Troy, Idaho) 1897-1933, 1906-03-09


no longer doubted that the lady reign
ing at Mallngford Park was his niece,
and concluded that this was the grave
of some other person-presumably the
wife of his friend, Captain Polling. He
remembered the captains impressive lit
tie story Of his unhappy marriage and it's
premature denouement; and Mr.. Mallett
had no doubt whatever that he was now
standing by the grave of that gentleman's
wife. Still the question kept repeating
itself; Why should his niece-of the same
Christian name, too-treasure up this
picture of Mrs. Pelling's grave? He
smiled to himself at the freak of fortune
that ordained the obliteratnon of just
the first two letters of the surname, and
wondered at the insigni6cance of the
trifie that had drawn him from England
on such wild goose chasel
The servant, to all appearance busy
over her stewpans In the kitchen, was
working herself into a fever of fright
She expected the exhortation to finish di-
rectly, and then the sisters would wander
all about the grounds, and her mysteri-
Gus visitor would be discovered She
quaked with fear as the consequences
OF her conduct presented themselves to
her ina gination She had seen the brown
cloak fit noiselessly past the half closed
kitchen door a quarter of an hour be-
forei but she was sure it had not yet
gone back.
At last, unable to bear the anxiety any
longer she decided that she must at
all risks go and warn the man away
before harm came of his dilatoriness.
Catching up a basket, and muttering a
few words about garnishing to the other
busy sisters, she started for the grave
yard. She hurried along, keeping well
out of sight of the sisters at their devo-
tlons, ntil she reached the corner
Come away at oncel You will be
discoveredp'
Mr.. Mallett was startled for a mo-
ment.
You are the woman who helped Cas-
telan to admit me?'
Yes; but for PHYS sake come away
now, or we shall all be ruinedp
There was no mistaking the terror In
the poor woman's face; and he started at
once. They walked quickly over the
grass; but for all his hurry, Mr. NAL
lett managed to ask two questions and
get two replies before they reached the
small door by which he had entered
What sort of a person was that Pau
line Polling, who lies buried there?" he
asked.
"She was mere babe, only three
months old. She was born In the hos
pital of this town, long since abandoned"
"Merciful heavenw exclaimed Mr..
Mallett. gazing at her in blank astonish-
ment.
The woman was hurryIng him along
the narrow passage, for every moment
now might lead to discovery.
And its mother?' he gasped.
WAS the beautiful fair lady for
whom Senior CASTELAR, took the view of
the grave just before she set out for
England"
And before Mr.. Mallett had recovered
from his last surprise he found himself
outside the door, with his boots on the
path beside him, his brain In a whirl
of conflicting thoughts.
"Pelling has by some means jumped
to the conclusion, or been led to II in
tentionally, perhaps. that his wife died
In this convent and Is buried here. while
In truth it is his childs grave, and his
wife Is still living; and. according to the
present aspect of affairs, Pellng's wife
and Pauline Mailing are evidently onel
And she, Pauline Mailing, or Polling, or
whatever she is, is going to be married
to Dornton tomorrow morning, and she
has one husband still living ! | wonder If
she knows that he is still alive? After
all, II this turns out true-and II looks
very like 1T shall resume my rightful
position at Mallingford. for this girl has
disobeyed the clause In Paul's will about
marrying without Summers consent.
And that provides the motive for her
conduct. She knew, IL her husband found
her, she would be compelled to resign
the estate. Well, she has played a sue
cessful game so far; It is my inning
now"
And that evening Mr.. Mallett, who
had not been across a horse for nearly
twenty years. rode the twelve miles of
execrable road that lay between villa
Silentio and Bassilia, and prepared and
delivered personally several kilograms TO
De dispatched directly the office opened In
the mOrninC