Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1906-09-22
CHAPTER XXIX.-(Continued.)

Ing up SH hlCndfu 5 property.
"Forbid me?" cried Rex, much re-
lieved. why, l only want to do what
my fathers will enables me to do"
your fathers will enables you to do
nothing of the sort, and you know it."
She spoke, as though rehearsing a series
of set speeches, and Sarah watched her
with growing alarm.
ooh. nonsense!" cries John Rex, in
sheer amazement. II have a lawyers
opinion on it,"
do you remember what took place
at Hampstead this day nineteen years?"
AT Hampstead said Rex, growing
suddenly pale. This day nineteen years
ago? No! What do you mean?"
ID you not remember?' she contin-
ued, leaning forward eagerly, and
speaking almost %fercely. "Do you not
remember the reason why you left the
house where you were born, and which
you wish now to sell to strangers 2"
John Rex stood dumfounded, the blood
suffusing his temples. He knew that
among the secrets of the man whose in
heritance he had stolen was one which
he had never gained-and he felt that
this secret was to be revealed to crush
him now.
Sarah, trembling also, but more with
rage than terror, swept toward Lady De-
vine. Speak out" she said, ''if you
have anything to say! OF what do you
accuse my h~usband?'
"Of imposture.' cried Lady Devine,
all her outraged maternity n%erving her
to abash her enemy. This man may
be your husband, but he is not my son!
You have not stood the test, for you can
not recall the day of your quarrel and
mine over my cousin, Armigell Esme
Wade, Lord Bellasis."
John Rex gasped for breath: his hand
Juggling at his neck-cloth, rent away
the linen that covered his choking throat.
The whole horizon of his past was light
ed up by a lightning flash which stun
ned him. His brain, already enfeebled
by excess, was unable to withstand this
last shock. He staggered, and, but for
the cabinet against which he leaned,
would have fallen. The secret thoughts
of his heart rose to his lips, and were
uttered uncOnsciously. "Lord Bellasis!
He was my father, and-I killed him."
A dreadful silence fell; and then Lady
Devine, stretching out her hands toward
the self-confessed murderer, with a sort
of frightful respect, said in a whisper,
In which horror and supplication were
strangely mingled, What did you do
with my son? Did you kill him also 2"
But John Rex, wagging his head from
side to side, like a beast IN the sham
hles that has received a mortal stroke,
made no reply. Sarah Purfoy, awed as
abn UQa nv fhA Gro unoTio roroa ~ tbo
situation, nevertheless remembered that
Francis Wade might arrive at any mo-
ment, and saw her last opportunity for
safety. She advanced and touched the
mother on the shoulder.
Your son Is a~live!"
"Where?"
"WiA you promise not to hinder us
leaving this house if l tell your
Eyes, yes"
"WHl you promise to keep the confes.
sion which you have heard secret until
we have left England p
Il premise anything. In heavens
name, woman, if you have a woman's
heart, speak! Where is my SOM"
Sarah Purfoy rose over the enemy who
had defeated her, and said, in level, de.
liberate accents, They call him Rufus
Dawes. He Is a convict at Norfolk ISL
and, transported for life for the murder
which you heard my husband confess to
having committed-Ah!'
Lady Devine had tainted.
Sarah few to Rex. Rouse yourself,
John! We have not a moment"
John Rex passed his hand over his
forehead YEARLY.
az cannnt think nm hroLon low.
I am Ill. My brain seems dead"
N~ervously watching the PROSTATE fig
ure on the floor, she hurried on bonnet,
cloak and veil, and in a t~winkling had
him outside the house and into a cab.
You won't give me upY" said Rex.
turning dull eyes Upon her.
"Give you up! No! But the police
will be after us so soon as that woman
can speak. and her brother summon his
lawyer. l know what her promise is
worth. We have got about fifteen
hours"
81 can't go far, Sarah" said he; 81
am sleepy, and stupid"
She repressed the terrible fear that
tugged at her heart, and strove to rally
him.
Now, sit still and be good, while | go
and get some money for you"
She hurried into the bank. and her
name secured her an interview with the
manager at once.
That's a rich woman" said one of
the clerks to his friend.
"a widow, too! Chance for Won.
Tom" returned the other; and. presently.
from out the sacred presence came an
other clerk with a request for "a draft
on Sydney for three thousand. less pre-
mium," and bearing a check signed
Sarah Carr" for two hundred pounds
which he took" in notes. and SO return
ed again. From the bank she was TAX.
en- TO a shipping office.
81 want a cabin in the first shin for
Sydney, please. When does the Di-a
sail2"
Tomorrow morning. She Is at Ply
mouth, waiting for the mails. If you 90
down tonight by the mail train, which
leaves at o:30, you will be in plenty of
time, and we will telegraph"
II will take the cabin"
Tahn D.