Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1909-09-16
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Heart.

BY Sidney Warwick.

race. Investigations WOuiu lOllOW
such a revelation; it would entail seri-
GUS onsequences- perhaps even ruin
Ito those who, with no selfish inter-
est to serve, had been persuaded by
her father to carry this deception
through. And yet, to suffer it in 81
fraud, would make her feel thief;
all her sense of honor and honesty
was in revolt to have prof
tied by fraud! There was no 9th
err word for it. And yet, remember
ing how in all else her father had
been the soul of honor, she held his
memory still dearer for this sacrifice
he had made of his scruples for her
sake, even though she might refuse to
profit by it. Her eyes were full of
tears.
What is to be done?" she cried
What was to be done? No answer
had been found to that question when
DR.. Brewer took the girl. by her re-
quest, up to the chamber of death,
and, opening the door, left her alone
with her dead father.
What would Margaret Strangways
do? The doctor asked himself that
question as he went slowly downstairs
again to rejoin Lathom. He was hard
ly surprised at her attitude; he knew
her strong, answering sense of hon
or. If she spoke, his professional rep
utation was blighted utterly-if moth
ing worse befell him; only he felt as
sured that whatever she did Margaret
Strangways would hardly act in a way
to injure him in return for his devo-
tion to her father.
IF only she hadn't taken it into her
head to come back today, she need
never have suspected anything" he
muttered. with a frown, anathematiz-
ing the ill-luck that had brought her to
Lendal almost on the top of the tele-
gram.
He went downstairs, to find another
telegram that had just come addressed
to Ralph Strangways. Almost un-
thinkingly the doctor tore it open in
stead of Civ 3 it to Miss Strangways.
He stared at the message with a
startled exclamation. Then he turned
excitedly to Lathom.
tits like Providence-since the
girl is evidently determined not to
take the money! This cuts the knot
of the difficulty absolutely" he cried.
This wire is from the trainer. He
telegraphs that after the race an OBJ
lection was lodged against Pride O.
Life by the owner of the second horse
for boring during the running of the
race; that the stewards have upheld
the objection and disqualified Pride
O. Life. The horse hasn't won after
all-but Anthony Strangways with
Lady Olive! What an ending to the
Squire's schemes"
Victory had after all eluded him; all
that Ralph Strangways had sought to
grasp and hold lay withered like dust
in the dead hand!
Fate had taken the decision out of
Margarets hands. Pride O. Life's vic
tory had been cancelled without any
word from her, and Anthony Strang-
ways, whom the dead man had hated,
was the winner with Lady Olive.
II am glad the Squire did not live
to taste the bitterness of this defeat
said the doctor.
Meanwhile Detmold had made his
way to the police station. He found
the superintendent engaged, and he
had to wait Tuning for some twenty
minutes before he could see the officer
in charge and tell him the news of
what he had discovered at the Grange
The fact that the inspector was at
tached to police station in another
town, and was not under his jurisdic-
ton. may have created little feeling
of jealous rivalry in the superintend-
emit; at any rate, Detmold was angrily
conscious of the conviction that if he
had been an Inspector Of the Lendal
police force instead of stranger the
superintendent would have lent more
consideration to his story
AS it was, the latter seemed inclined
to throw a cold douche of ridicule on
Detmold's tale.
You've made some mistake, bet
mold-got hold of mares nest he
said, rather condescendingly. IF Mr..
Strangways is dead, and you've seen
him dead-well, that's not improbable,
! grant you. Such man in his weak
state might go out like a candle once
the stretched bow was relaxed'-the
superintendent had a rather labored
style of conversation-"but when you
begin to talk of the body being cold,
having been dead for hours, why, you
must be dreaming! You aren't going
to tell me that couple of hundred PEG
pie stood on the lawn of the Grange
and cheered an impostor! Come, ask
yourself if it's likely" His superior
smile was particularly irritating mo,
you've got hold of mares nest. The
excitement of the race and his horses
victory have been too much for the
poor old Squire, and he's gone out
suddenly-and I'm sorry, for one, to
hear it,
We'll, all I know is, the man we
want for the Wildfell murder, John
Lathom. is hiding at the Grange, and
we can arrest him this very after
noon,' retorted Detmold.
He was convinced that Lathom had
been masquerading as the Squire that
afternoon, but in view of the superin-
tendent's smiling sceptism he did not
feel disposed to press that point-that
phase of the matter had nothing to do
with him; all he cared about was to
arrest Lathom, and that he meant to
do.
.1s.. Il, 10 de-
tw ce, but he sha'n't do so third