Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1906-08-11
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Morrison herself stood in the porch
when the three reached the farmhouse.
"Ior', Miss Gertie!" she exclaimed.
Just fancy walking alone with two
young gents. You ought to know bet
ter. Her ladyship will be angry when
tell her, which it is my duty to do"
Never mind about me-" Gertrude re-
turned, pushing her way into the house,
followed by her companions. Il want nv
cousin. What have you done with her
Tell me Immediately"
Il have done nothing with her. She
went out with you, and l have not set
eyes on her since"
you are telling an untruth, Morrison
Miss Ella met with an accident in the
woods. l left her whilst l went to meet
our friends. When we returned, she was
gone; it is you who have spirited her
away"
"Her disappearance is none of my do
ing, Miss Gertie; yet l am sure there is
nothing to fear. l am convinced my
young lady is in perfect safety, most
likely with the gentleman who is to be
her husband"
Her husbands You know she hates
Sir Keith, and never will marry him;
she would rather die And she will die,
unless you tell me where she isl"
The woman laughed.
You're jealous, miss, and wish you
was in her place" she said. 81 tell you
so TO your face, in spite of the presence
like for such as they to think themselves
| ho g Ill b,oA
it is like their impudence."
"Morrison!"
Don't Morrison me! l amt to be
softsoaped. l does my dooty. Don't you
wish you could say the same Miss Ger
trude Staunton?"
Enough, woman" Dare stepped for
ward, his eyes aiame. you say you do
not know where your mistress may be,
and yet you are assured of her safety.
You hint that you have placed her in the
power of villain whose character you
know full well, though it is hidden from
Lady Meddlicotte. Are you fiend, thus
to try to wreck an innocent life? Quick,
tell me where she is, or it will be the
worse for you"
you think to brighten an honest wom-
an, do you, Mr.. Dare Livingstone? You'd
marry Miss Ella yourself-wouldn't you {?
but she's for your betters. And, pray,
who are you, my fine sir2 A pauper
artist, a man who never knew his
father"
Morrison, how dare you!" Gertrude
caught at the creatures arm, and shook
it none too gently.
You'll be wiser to treat with this gen
tleman than with Keith Nandeleur, !"
Percy Effingham told her. His reward
will be handsome one, Morrison"
II will give you $780," Dare said
quietly.
Five hundred pounds? ?" Morrison
gasped. Miss Ella is"
The sentence was never finished, for a
strong hand hurled the woman asida, and
Bartle Brown stood in the doorway He
leered at Gertrude.
want to know where your cousin is,
lass?" he said. She's with Sir Keith
FandeleuT. You'll see her again some
day when the weddin' rings on her fin
ger, but not before"
Efingham sprang forward threatening
ly, to be thrust aside by Dare, who shook
his fist in the farmers face Bartle
Brown recoiled with a smothered cry.
Il am the son of Sir Vivian Vande-
leur and of his wife, the lady whom you
and your master either murdered or have
kept prisoner for five-and twenty years.
All is found out, Bartle Brown. Will you
tell me now where Miss Meddlicotte is 2"
"No, won't. Pm not denying We may
be the son of Sir Vivian Vandeleur, but
there be sons and sons; some born in
wedlock, some out. Where'll be yer
mothers marriage lines, wonder? Ye
think we can find 'em? Then the more
reason Sir Keith marries the lass and
her money. And he shall Clear out O.
this! Ye needn't think to scare Bartle
Brown"
Take that, and that!" The farmers
insolence was more than Dare could
stand; well-planted blow between the
eyebrows made him see a thousand stars
and another stretched him upon the floor