The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1907-04-19


John Broom, the under gardener, had
tiny cottage to himself right at the end
of the Wilton House plantation. he mad
only been in his situation few months.
but already Mrs. Molyneux was trusting
him entirely. and giving great deal l,., up
into his management. He drove the little
pony-carriage at times when Miss Molly
neux wanted to go into the market Town.
He was a handsome young fellow, with
curly brown hair. and he wore. we'll
trimmed beard and moustache Had he
been engaged for else but gardening. his
ad iorr1ns but the gardeners " were per
mitted to wear their hair as they liked.
The day after he had carried the flowers
southam. sudden sparkle in his eyes and
q look of pleasure on his face made MIN
altogether a different man:
Here and there were dead leaves to sweep
I'D, for the melting snow had left havoc be-
hind 1t; and, sudden thaw setting In,
everything was damp and moist. Something
white. like paper. attracted his attention
it was lying in the form of sheet, and
was half folded up. Who could have
dropped 1t, and what might 1t be? Without
the slightest intention but of restoring It
to its owner, could he discover the latter,
he picked it up and looked at 1t.
There were a few lines written there In
his cousin Ferdnands writing. and legibly
All at once the under gardener started
as II he had been shot. great rwhiteness
came to his face, his knees tremoled. and
for few seconds everything seemed hs rs.d ,S
Did his eyes deceive him, or was he dream
ing?I .u u.,. st,,.s Tho srm .,
instaIlments of two hundred pounds, In
consideration of his silence as to the analr
of Jan. 26th. 1885,
Slowly Julian Horley. the outcast and
condemned to lifelong separation from all
he loved-all that made life worth having
slowly he spelled over each word again
and again, pinching himself to make sure
that he was not In trance:
$50 have been tricked' cneated' ana
deceived -
In his BRAIN and his head seemed spinning
round. He staggered against the nearest
tree for support, still holding on to the
paper-the paper which might mean every ~
while his lips were muttering:
'Siience-silence Eight hundred year
for stlence!"
The next instant he looked up, and saw
he was not alone. young, slight girl was
regarding him with eyes OF astonishment:
For he was swaying from side to side, and
not a coward and always saved her mother
all unpleasantness. She would tackle the
matter herself
ter? What have you got there that seems
Even. as she spoke her conscience re-
proved neT. Inc man was uOt ihtoAiSaecos
but merely overcome by some mental
shock Perhaps he had heard bad news!
He had a letter OF some kind In his hand:
At the sound of her voice, the glance OF
her eve. a marvellous change came over the
man. He pulled himself together all at
once. NJ
hans YOU can tell who Is the owner Of TT"
His hands trembled as he gave it TO her.
But Fedore saw nothing-guessed nothing.
All her attention was given 70 , the w nss
paler than the young fellow had done, ana
her hand was pressed to her heart as IL
TO still some sudden pain there.
ct knew II! / knew i'll" she murmured.
And something very like smile lit up her
beautiful features. "Ah. Julian, II only
could nnd you. II only could tell you all all
is GUILTY. II IL q planned thing between
them All, dear Heaveni What shall i &c!
Who Is there to help me in this strait!,
ssWiIl you trust me, Miss MolyneuxT
Like a whisper In answer to her prayer
came the voice. And Fedore. as she looked
into the clear, grey eyes which re sni oea
had friend in. this strange young fellow
that Broom. the under gardener. would
help her II he could. But aiasl there
"If you will entrust that to me. Miss
Fedore"-he faltered tribe over the be
loved name-"I will do what can. Let
time, IL he Is alive, Mr.. Julian Horley shall
stand before you, as 1 am doing"
TX.
You fool You careless scoundreli Do
you mean to say you were 50 careless as
to actually drop that paper on the way to
the inn? Do you know what II means 70
me II 1t had been picked up by anyone who
has a spite against mef
Mark Stiles. rueful and penitent. con-
fronted the angry Ferdinand Hcrley. He
had come up to the Hall with piteous
tale. Last night. on his way to the inn.
he must have dropped the paper out OF his
nockef And though he had searched every
inch Of the road he walked. there was no
trace OF It.
"At any rate. you have done yourself out
OF your agreement No, I shall not sign
hnNa lost the