The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1907-02-01

drawn curtains and specializing about
the cause of the sudden death of the
master. Within the house. the serv-
ants tiptoed noiselessly along the
broad halls, whispering to each other
as II afraid that a motionless figure
In the parlor might be disturbed by
any unseemly noise. Yet the clat-
ter of a thousand tongues and the
tread of a host of feet would not have
disturbed the slumber of Edward Dali
rymple.
by pistol wound, inflicted by his
own hand" the coroner had decided,
and the world wondered why a man
of such great wealth, of such re-
nowned lineage. endowed with an in
tellect superior to that of most men
and popular with all classes from the
lowliest to the most exalted, should
have committed such an act at a time
when honors were ready to be thrust
upon him and the ambition of his
life was within his grasp. The won-
der deepened as the people remem-
bered that the sound of his marriage
bell had scarcely died away when
the news of his tragic death was re-
ported.
The electric bell tinkled softly, and
a servant noiselessly opened the door,
admitting tall, distinguished-lookin
man, who Lore a BtIOng family resem-
blance to the dead master of the
house.
''Is Mrs. Dalrymple in?" inquired the
visitor, then, not waiting for reply,
continued Tell her l wish to see her
q few moments"
AS the servant went to deliver the
message. William Dalrymple stepped
into the parlor and stood beside the
body of his brother. Long and earn
.estly he gazed into the pale face OF
the sharer of his childhood joys, the
companion of his youth and the conf
dante and close friend of his manhood.
The tears, unbidden, dimmed his eyes.
and his lips quivered with suppressed
pain. Bending down, he pressed his
! lips to the forehead of his brother.
L know it all, Ned" he murmured.
softly, "and | will try to do what
you would have me do. but it is
against my own desires" AS he re-
turned to the hall, the servant told
him that Mrs. Dalrymple would re-
ceive him, and he walked slowly up
the broad stairs and entered the Ii
brary.
His brothers wife arose to greet
him as he stood before the open CRATE,
the reflection of the blush flames
upon her face. she looked pale and
haggard. AS he gazed upon her, Will
liam Dalrymple wondered how his
brother had found this woman so
attractive. To him. she was beau
tiful but repellant.
What do you wish with me, Will
liam?" inquired Mrs Dalrymple, sink
ing into an easy chair and surveying
her brother-in-law curiously.
There are several matters that |
wish to speak about" replied William
Dalrymple, slowly The first is: | wish
my brothers funeral to take place
! from my fathers home. His body will
have to be removed from here"
THAT is impossible" returned Mrs
Oalrymple, haughtily. MY husband
hall be buried from his own home,
md from no other place"
"You know that my mother will not
! Jnder any circumstances, enter a
house of which you are mistress?"
| Then she will have to go TO the
cemetery If she wishes to attend. |
will not agree to such a plan TO salts
fy the caprice of an old woman"
Her tone was defiant, even insolent
and Dalrymple flushed holly at her
words. With a strong effort, he con-
trolled himself and continued: Il
have made a request and you have
refused to grant IL. | now demand
that my brothers body be taken from
this house and buried from my IA
theirs home. BE careful how you OPP
pose me-"
You dare to threaten defenseless
untimely end, do you? l have good
mind to ring the bell and have you
elected from the house"
do so If you wish" returned Dali
rymple, carelessly. but consider the
consequences before you act The
servants would not eject me in the
frst place. They know me, and" sig.
lificantly, they know you. Then,
Iuch a step would lead to very un-
pleasant results so far as you are con-
terned."
"You speak in enigmas. BE more
explicit; | don't understand you"
Yet the flush that had crept into her
pale cheeks and the frightened look
that had stolen into her dark eyes
told him that she knew more than
she would admit.
Il wish to speak about the manner
Of my brothers DEATH" continued Dali
rymple, cycling his brothers widow,
keenly.
There is nothing TO tell she in
terrupted. hurriedly. You know all,
as you were present when the cor
oner came There Is nothing more"
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