The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1908-11-06
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taken it away. He believed that she
had carried it to Sulja. where it also
had been destroyed. He imagined,
therefore, that he had no further
cause for concern. He thought with
cynical amusement how little the
hand Of Providence" to which, Mary
had once referred, had to do with the
affairs of men, and Of the end of her
proposal of restitution.
What now happened came upon
him with overwhelming suddenness.
When Norman Forde placed before
him copies of the documents discov-
cred in the packet he was absolutely
dumbfounded; for a while he knew
not what to think or say, but sat star.
ing vacantly. After a time his brain
began to work, though not with it's
customary alertness, fastening now ON
this idea and then on that. OF course.
he thought of disputing Sir Johns
will, of denying its genuineness. But
then there was the story Of the muir.
der in the other document-and Will
lam Cross was alive, and Norman
Forde at last knew everything!
Here, before him, stood the son OF
the man whom his father, Sir John,
had murdered. And he had believed
that the whole affair was dead!
Could not the will be fought, not.
withstanding the existence of Sir
Johns confession? he asked himself.
Could not the story be discredited?
Was that course impossible? There
were plenty of clever lawyers who
could make white black or black
white; could they not save that i'm
mense fortune from slipping away
from him? Could they not prove a
conspiracy? AS he thought of this,
Sir Maxwell spoke.
"If Nurse Joyce were alive" he said
to Norman, sharply, Il should not
hesitate, Mr.. Forde, to-"
Miss Joyce is alive" interjectad
Norman, wondering what the other
meant by bringing in her name.
Indeed" exclaimed Sir Maxwell.
Then this is a conspiracy-that's
what it is, and nothing else-hatched
between you and her! kne1 she
would not keep faith. She prated of
her honor, of her duty to be silent
about"
Pray what do you mean?" asked
Norman, interrupting him. There was
a dangerous look on Norman's face.
What has Miss Joyce to do with this
matter at all?"
Sir Maxwell saw that he had said
too much, that his wrath had caused
him to lose his head. But he did not
believe that Christabel had told Nor
man nothing-she must have told him.
especially after the finding of the
documents in the packet. He was as
far from understanding her nature as
ever. He did not Immediately an.
swer Norman's question.
What has Miss Joyce to do with
this?" asked Norman again, sternly.
Il must know. l insist on being told IS
There was something so menacing in
his voice and manner that Sir Max.
we'll was cowed.
ASK her." said Maxwell, sullenly,
No; ask you, and, by heaven, you
shall tell mel" cried Norman, tower.
ing over him, white with passion,
Tell me the truth"
And Maxwell Sisterson, completely
subdued. quaking with fright, did tell
the truth, and at last Norman under.
stood why Christabel had refused ia
marry him; he saw that her sense OF
honor had forbidden her, SO long a.
he did not know about his father. ia
engage herself to him,
AS Norman listened to Maxwell he
quickly lost any feeling of regret he
might have had for that young man
Norman saw Christabel that even
ing, and told her what he had learned
of all that had taken place in Han,
Square. Taking her in his arms. he
praised her, with deep emotion. 70,
her courage and devotion. called he,
with reverence his pride as we'll a.
his darling, and crowned her wifi
love and glory and honor.
| The End.