The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-05-06

Opened hsr iipp.
children. ahe said Alphabetically YOU
father juat eSpir~i'
",
n was late NJ night. The house seemsd
wrapped In slecp saw where In the front
parlor old Mrs. Ma Hwell watched and prayed
Presently there was q fiutter on the stairs
and Mrs Cuylcr stole by. ne unnoticed
By her mother M the hlokers Of the candles
surrounding the dead mans bier, She
entered the little reception room, and
Maine sprang forward and held her In
close embrace.
Listen. Bentrioe,' he whispered fercely,
this In too vitality important for further
misunderstanding. / believe fully that you
handed the formula to me you must believ
Just as implicitly that I never took II from
you. Reason, just an instant. with your
self. II your suspicious were Just would
l he here"
But some one took II from me-a mans
hand-1 would swear yours
Listen, I say. / had a talk with that
witch OF IN Adele before I sent her to you.
She told me Of this new butler. She half
admitted gossiping with him about US
and our meeting here early in the evening.
Now, then, when the will was orened the
other day, and the discovery made that
the precious enclosure was only a blank
sheet Of paper, what course was resolved
upon by you ALL
"Why, Judge Maroellus warned US to
keep client about the matter, saying that he
would lave it Investigated
suO- liA nin0a thu old h,ttlar hanDan
TO go to town.
George told me that the Judge sent
for him. He wanted to consult
Exactly, don't you zee? This rev
butler is the Judges agent, sent to spy on
the household. He must have hid behind
that screen and taken the envelop pc from
your hand in the dark"
AT all events, it's gone admitted the
widow, and you didn't take it. What
difference does IL make, dear; our dream
is ended
Not ended while / have strength and
wit to dare and do. Your fathers death
has prevented this wretched sneak from
communicating with any one. He still
has possession of the envelope in his pocket
case, under his pillow. Where does he
sleep--'
an the little room in the basement ex-
tension. There is q door from the laun-
dry that is never locked"
SHOW me the way; and may his good an
gel make him sleep soundly, or he'll sleep
more soundly still"
NO, no." murmured Mrs. Cuyler, eluding
her lover, lit must not be. You are so
imp etuous, so hasty. II is all my fault
I ,hAtil nnala ranopnrnnca InciHao 7
quiet, stealthy-you called me a cat.
" ait here" And she was gone.
In a moment she was back like a shadow.
He would wake the dead, she breathed.
God forgive me for not thinking Of poor
father-I mean he is sodden with sleep
oh, how he snores--"
Did you get it?"
yes, under his pillow, just as you thought.
/ Knew it at once by the feel"
Let me have it."
Harold, you know my intuition before
Let me have it, / say
Il will motif is my guarantee Of good
wedding oertincate--"
You won't, you incumbrance! Do you
think / want to be ologged with your All.
lie there. then, and be damned to you'll
While the slight sound Of the struggle
and fall did not disturb the r in
the parlor. it sent Bings, the butler, not
withstanding, his stertorous slumbers. fly
ing up the basement stairs. Catching a
glimpse of the fugitive from the window,
he fired a shot after him, which from It's
spectral sway and plunge seemed to have
taken effect. Then he lighted the gas
and turned toward the PROSTATE and mo-
ii onless form.
The shot had not ceased reverberating
before the inmates of the house, with one
exception. came hurting down the stairs
in alarm. They crowded into the little
reception room, besetting the stolid looking
butler with inquiry and lamentation.
i think she is not seriously hurt he
Of outrage. II her sister and maid"
But Mrs. Cuyler, a ghastly sight, with
blood on her lips. resisted the ministration.
Tell them" she commanded; tell them
my sin and shame, and the loss they have
wrought"
And in a few words, Abe Cronkite told
And you let that villain escape with
the fortune Of our house!' cried George.
enough to see what he carried off,
what do you mean, man?"
II mean that l opened the envelope, and
then sealed it again. 1t contained nothing
but a blank sheet Of paper
But you said Beatrice took this envelope
from fathers pocket. substituting the one
"Yes, but someone had done the same
trick before, taking the formula, and sub
in its stead the envelope that
Mrs. Cuyler took"
"oh, misfortune upon misfortunes! Who
1t have been?"
Il don't know" replied Cronkite, "but
I can surmise. II there were a
member Of your family, who from position
md service should have been first, yet was
east Of all regarded, is it not possible that
his person, knowing Of Mr.. Maxwell's
Intentions, may have taken the formula
Innocently hoping that the shock Of its
oss and the joy OF it's recovery there might
come consideration, respect, even affection
'or HERSELF
HERSELF"
"Yes, herself-don't you feel, don't you
And Cronkite pointed to the with
,red old lady, Just entering the room with
/ letter in her hand.
Ladies With Poems, TAX Notice.