Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1907-01-03
Continued.

the woods In his own handwriting
which could, If they were allowed ~
escape from that envelope hang him
seemed to be burning through MS
clothes and eating n fiery way into
his heart
Curse him, curse mimi he NUT
tered, as he dragged himself heavily
and feyerishly through the great gates
and up the drive to the house, which
he had prepared for the woman ne
had entrapped. Curse him! he'll
send me into kind of transportation
for llfel Id-Id almost rather DO
hanged" He shuddered. mo, no,
anythlng's better than that. But ID
lose Olivia; to lose her forever, for
ever! After all I've done, all I've
spent, all I've riskedl"
IIe drew long breath, and, IN
locking the door OF the library, drop
ped exhausted by his walk and the
excitement on to q sofa. IF there was
only some way out Of It, some way OF
quieting hlm!"
The words rang in his brain until ne
found himself repeating them In "a
dull mechanical fashion. Suddenly
his face crlmsoned,
"Why, ho1l he quiet enough present
ly!" he exclaimed, as swift hope
rushed into his craven heart. Tiff
can only wait, keep out Of the way
and wait, he'll think the letters doliy-
| In mn
It's not for long The trial viii be
here directly, and--hell plead
guilty"
He stopped and spranS to his feet
white and trembling,
An idca had struck him, one of
those ideas which como to unscrupu.
lous men in desperate straits
"I'll do It! BY God, I'll do itl' nc
exclaimed. And going to the writing
table, he wrote;
Dearest olivia leave England to.
night | have been H. | am still II,
with terrible anxiety. | have seen
- this afternoon, and he agrees
with me that II will be better that |
should leave England at once ! can.
not tell YOU how my heart yearns for
seen since the day YOU became my
wife. Think OF me- my dearest, de u.
est Olivia
Your loving husband
Barley Bradstone.
up, s.-Enclosed Ia my address"
ia. a. T. 80
Meullce, which he wrote on the en-.
closed slip, weTo these lines:
"Faradcanc does not know what
has been driving me aiyuost mad
what | have kept, but cannot keep
from YOU longer, dearest, | was in
the wood. and saw that poor woman
meet her death by his hand word
from me, one word would be fatal to
himl | cannot-cannot risk The
chance Cf being called at tho trial.
Poor, poor fellow! | fear there Is no
hope for him Burn THIS at once"
1t was "a piece Of dlabolical cum.
ming. He knew that Olivia would
rather die than repeat what he h II
written that II would account t. her
for his absence, and that It. mus 81 PR
he knew her, all unworthy Of her "a
he was e9trangc her heart from FAra.
dCanc.
Now | thinK were quits, my
friend!' he said, gloating over e
two letters Faradeano's and the one
he had himself written, "rve burned
my boats behind me now. If she
should tell them that | was there, and
saw him do it-welr'--he drew long
breath and shuddored- I'm so into
the box and swear to it, Yes, Mr.,
Faradeane, you've put your head into
the moose too far to draw back, I'm
thinking! Too far, by u long way.
Steady BARLEY, my boy; go steady.
and play your game carefully, and
you'll pull through this"
A drink of brandy increased his con.
ildence still further. aud he rang the
bell for a servant that he might send
the note; then, with sudden return
of caution, called for his overcoat and
hat aud went out
IN taks Il up to the Grange my.
self he said; and I'll give II to >.
body but Olivia herself or the girl
Bessie Perhaps she'll see mo--con.
found her she was we'll enough to 20
10 the prisonl Wei enough for that,
But not well enough to see her hus.
band! Wait, oh, only watt" and he
halr-stopped and shook his fist in the
air
lite was SO absorbed In his retloc.
tions that no entered the Grange a.
nue. without noticing It, and suddenly
looking UP he found himeslf by the
rail over which he had leaped when
he went to meet Bella.Bella. lie
stopped for moment and glared fear
fully towards the shadows of the
wood then with shudder and a
shake, as II a chill had fallen on him
hurried on,