The Miller sun. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 190?-19??, 1906-11-14

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Gerald Tenby should come.
And MI this time her note Jay unopened
on Sir Gerald Tenby's table. He had
breakfasted early and gone cut much boz
fore his usual time.
'Have my things ready to be packed"
he said to his new valet 1T Is Just pos
sible that may 60 North this afternoon"
As he was passing out of the door I'M
servant spoke to him respectfully.
IT beg your pardon, Sir Gerald" he
said, 'but does this belong to you? 1t
was picked up at the lower end OF the
corridor yesterday by the woman who
cleans these rooms. IT seems to have
been broken, and don't think you have
the fellow to match it aRoug your
things"
Gerald stood and looked down an In
slant on the little jewel that lay upon
his servants outsretched palm. 1t was a
portion Of sleeve-link, enameisd in dark
blue, with an initial set in the enamel
in small brilliants
How we'll he remembered this small
link! Years ago, when Hubert had been
mere lad, he had been made so proud
by this gift from his father.
He had always worn them, Gerald re-
Rembered-these small, dark-blue enam-
elea discs-with the letter H" set so
neatly and so prettily in the center.
cold sensation passed over him az
he looked upon that familiar souvenir of
the past. He could not bring himself tc
touch it, and 1t was difficult for him II
frame his voice to seem natural as h<
answered his servant
ut does not belong to me-" he said
1T must have been dropped by some one
else. Probably Mr. Stanton will know.
You had better put it on one side. Did
he tell you if he would be back today?"
Mr. Stanton gave me no orders at all,
sir He went in a great hurry to ca tch
his train. He left before l called you,
sir"
Mr. Stanton has gone into the coun.
try to look me up some horses" said Ger
aid.
Il beg your pardon, sir, but there has
been a man here once or twice asking
for YOU"
What sort Of man." demanded Sir
Gerald, abruptly. do you mean nay dis
charged valet, Stephens?"
No, sir, not him. l know him. This
mans a sort of carman. He says he was
not paid in full for carrying away some
luggage from here. Of course, | could
not say anything about it, sir, as it seems
this luggage was removed the evening be-
fore | came to you
You had better refer this man to Mr..
Stanton" Gerald said. He manages all
these things for me. I really don't know
what was taken away. There were some
things belonging to Mr.. Stantoa."
"The mans manner was rather often
sive, SIR" the valet said. 'Ie talked in
a strange manner. He said he ought to
have had sovereign more than he was
given"
Sir Gerald forced a smile to his lips.
He took out some gold from his waistcoat
pocket.
There is one penalty attached to in
heriting a fortune, Bates" he said, with
an attempt at lightness, land that is that
everybody imagines he or she must share
it. Give him that if he comes, and il
he SHOULD still grumble tell him to go
about his business"
With that Gerald Tenby had passed
out and made his way down the stair
case, glancing about him furtively, fear
full, he knew not of what. III and weary
he made his way to his club.
Heard the news, Tenby?" inquired one
young man, carelessly, as he sauntered
past. "They say old Marchmont is dy-
ing. Lady Betty will be inconsolable."
Dying? Edward Marchmont? why,
had no idea he was i'll ~
Taken suddenly i'll yesterday" observ-
ed the youth who had spoken, in the same
careless fashion. Had a kind of fit, or
something of that sort. Good old chap,
too. It's pity, but it's always the good
ones that CO."
Gerald wandered away from the club
He stood every now and then to look at
something in the shop windows, seeing
nothing, and he turned at last into an
exhibition of pictures.
The room was half empty. He sat
down on one of the seats, glad of the
quietness, and yet afraid of it. The few
on the wall moved past him, murmuring
in whispers.
Vaguely Sir Gerald felt their presence
and envied them. A sigh escaped him
sigh so deep that it reached the ears of
woman who was standing only few
yards away.
She turned and knit her brows as she
saw whence this sigh had come. She
moved on pace or two, but her interest
in the pictures had gone. Far more in
teresting was it to her to glance at Ger
aid Tenby's motionless figure and pale,
set face.
What could this man be thinking
about? What kind of thought was it that
could bring such an expression to hts
face?