Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1907-05-23

HaAA >IN 81 SH0GlS, pouuSu w
sESGSSsE2rS the hand now
10 SANSSA pulseless in death.
B \ y All was made clear
Archer Trevlyn was
q fully eXculpated
~aR u He was innocent oil
the crime which she
had been Influenced
70 believe he had committed. She fel
on her knees and thanked God for that
Though lost to her it was consolation
ineffable to know that he bad not taken
she life of a fellow-mortal.
Her resolution was taken before
plorning. She had deeply wrongeo
Archer Trevlyn, and she must go &c
him with a full confession, confess mel
fault, and plead for his forgiveness.
Castrani, who came in the morning
approved her decision, and Nurse Day
who was told the whole story, ana us
tened with moist eyes, agreed Win
them both So it happened that on the
ensuing morning Margie babe farewell
70 the quiet home which had sheltereo
her through her bitterest sorrow, ano
accompanied by Castrani set forth toI
New York.
She went to her own home first. Her
aunt was in the country, but the ser
Yants gave her warm welcome, ana
after resting for an hour, she took her
way to the residence of Archer Treylyn,
oUs q few squares distant.
A strange silence seemed to hang
oyer the palatial mansion. The blinds
were closed-there was no sign OF lie
about the premises. A thrill OF -uneX-
planned dread ran through her frame
as she touched the silver-handled Dell.
The servant who answered her sum-
mons seemed to partake of the strange
solemn quiet pervading everything.
rs Mr.. Trevlyn in?" she asked, trem-
bling in spite of herself.
4 believe Mr.. Trevlyn has left the
country, madam"
Left the country? When did he go?'
Some days ago"
Margie leaned against the carved
marble vase which f1anked the massive
doorway, unconsciously crushing the
crimson petals of the trumpet flower
which grew therein. What should she
do? She would write to him. His
wife would know his address. She
caught at the idea.
Mrs. Trevlyn-take me to her! She
was an old friend of mine"
ut hnr hos
1tated a moment, and motioning her to
enter, indicated the closed door of the
oarIOr.
You can go in. presume, as you
are a friend OF the family
a feeling Of solemntty, which was
almost awe, stole over Margie as she
turned the handle of the door and
stepped inside the parlOr. 1t was
shrouded in the gloom of almost utter
darkness
Margie stopped By the door until her
eyes became accustomed to the gloom,
and then she saw that the center OF the
room was occupied by table, on which
lay some rigid object-strangely long
and still and anguIar-coyered with a
drapery of black velvet, Topped up by
dying water lilies.
Still controlled by that feeling of
strange awe, Margie stole along to the
able and lifted the massive cover. She
saw beneath it the pale, dead face OF
Aiexandrine Trevlyn. She dropped
The pail. uttered a cry of horror, and
sank upon a chair The door Enclosed
uoiselessly, and Mrs. Lee, the mother
Of the dead woman, came in.
"Oh, Margie! Margie" she cried,
pity ne! My heart is broken! My
darling, My only child is taken from
uer"
It was long before she grew com
posed enough to give any explanation
If the tragedy-for tragedy Margie felt
sure it was.
The story can be told in a few brief
words. Alexandrine and her husband
had had some difficulty. Mrs. Lee
could not tell in relation to what, but
she knew that AleXandrine blamed
herself for the part she had taken.
Raj. Trevlyn left her in anger to go to
Philadelphia on business. He was ex-
oected to be absent about four days
Meanwhile his wife suffered agonies OF
remorse. and counted the hours until
ais return should give her the privilege
Df throwing herself at his feet and beg
ging his forgiveness.
But he did not return. A week, ten
days passed ,>and still no tidings. Alex
andrine was almost frantic. On the
eleventh day came a Geographic dis
patch. brief and cruel, as those heart
tess things invariably are, informing
her that Mr.. TrevIyn had closed his
business in Philadelphia and was on
the eve of leaving the country for an
indefinite period His destination was
not mentioned, and his unhappy wife
feeling that if he left Philadelphia
without her seeing him, all trace Of
him would be lost, hurried to the de,
pot and set out for that city.
There had been an accident about
half way between New York and Phila-
ielphia and Alexandrine had beer
brought back to her splendid home-s
corpse: That was all.
CHAPTER XIV.