The Huttig news., 1907-09-07
CONTINUED FROM LAST wEEK)

| lie leaned neaV1ly aSalnSL the tree for support and paused as if summon ing to his aid all his energy and all his courage, and then gasped on:
 Be good to Florence when she comes to you, Ware, and-God's- | blessing-on you-both.'
 Suddenly, and with muffled sob, he lunged forward and raised his poor distorted arms toward the window, which his gaze had never left for an instant. One of the nurses appeared and raised the sash to the top, letting the bitter wintry air rush in and fill the death chamber.
 Its the end," moaned Carney, In a scarcely audible tone. It's the end, and yet the beginning, too. Oh! my God, be kind-be good to me now. I | cannot wait--my Annie-I-am-com- ing - - Ware - by - her side - Ware - by - her side - Ware - don't forget I cannot - harm - her now - I - Annie - my precious Our Father - who - art - Amen my Annie' As we sprang to support him the light of the lantern flashed across his cruelty dishgured face and MacArdel muttered in my ear:
 "Leprosy-poor devil, just as I thought, but what he said was true, Ware Where's no danger to anyone here"
 We lowered him gently to the ooI Jr;f received him in it's soft embrace and covered him over like shroud.
 Some hours later, when the house was quiet for the night and MacArdel had retired to his room, called Bobbs into the dimly lighted library and said:
 It's late, 1 know, Bobbs, and we are all worn out in mind and body, but want you to tell me the rest of this story before you go.''
 There's little to tell now, sir" said Bobbs bravely keeping back his tears. We lived either in my mothers house or in the old cellar with the tunnel that leads to the river. Mrs. Bruce is my mother, sir, and my name is Rob- ert Bruce, but in the old country they used to call me "Bobs, sir, after Lord Roberts. you know.
 Mother helped take care of MT. Carney, sir, and washed his things and the bandages he used, and when we had to gc, to the cellar to stay as we did Who alyou came, fearin' as you p your ms at the house, MT. Jenks FAaiehbor- the things .-fSr her when we'd leave m in the path. We always [ had enough to eat stored away for such times and we could get water from the river. but sometimes we had to send things to mother and so MT. Jenks would take them. He didn't | know we were here at all, sir, but he wants to marry mother, you know, and 30 he'd do whatever she told him, without asking any questions.
 Was it Jenks who told you when l cabled to Europe?" l asked. You must have known of it very soon to have answered it so promptly
 "Yes, sir replied Bobbs. You see, sir, he's at the station every day, and a message to England made such a sensation that they were all talking of it, sir. When I told Mr Carney about it, sir, he said I should answer it as I did, so l wrote at once to my cousin in New York, who'd been attending to the letters for us. sir when they were sent on from London"
 How did you make the ghosts ap. pear so well, Bobbs?'' asked. They seemed to fairly float in the air.
 "Oh, that was this way, sir" said Bobbs. When MT. Carney got so that he couldn't walk, on account of his feet being so bad, sir, he got some of those cycle skates with the big rubber wheels and we used to exercise with 'em at night, on the paths, sir. They'd go right over the leaves and grass, too, if 1t was pretty sharp down hill We always went to the river, sir, when we were trying to get away, so that we could dive into the mouth of the old tunnel, if need be. We never had to do it but once. That was the time you and the other gentleman first saw US, sir. Most generally the folks would be so frightened that they would run, and then we could drop behind bush and take of the sheets, like we did the night you had mother and MT. Jenks down by the path, sir
 But about the notes and the cigar