The St. Mary banner., 1909-10-02

SCIlI dIfti CibCiCu lAiS 4toliA'
Eric stood by the bedside, a glass
in his hand, which Nj. Arundale was
reaching forward to take Neither
man had heard Lindsay enter.
Erie" he cried. sharply, 'for Gods
sake, man, think what you are do
ing"
Eric Wynford started violently, and
made a sudden movement as If to re-
cover possession of the glass, but Mr..
Arundale held it tightly in his grasp.
He looked from one nephew to the
other. Eric does not share your fool
ish scruples," he said. calmly, and be-
fore Lindsay could reach the bedside
he had emptied the glass and set It
back on the little table by his side.
Eric" Lindsay cried in horror,
what have you done? It's murder"
Eric Wynford turned livid face to-
ward his cousin. What are you talk
ing about?' he said in voice that
shook in spite Of his effort to control
it. Uncle asked NE to give him his
medicine. What's az the fuss about? %
you've given him the stuff from
the little bottle, he cried, and you
know it means death"
Something must be done before
it's too late Lindsay said quickly
"I'll call the nurse"
He moved toward the bell, but Eric
Wynford sprang across the room aud
stood in the way.
"Confound you," he muttered furi-
ously, "can't you leave we'll enough
alone? He asked me himself to give
it to him, and he couldn't have lived
more than a month. Hold your tongue
and I'll give you fair share, swear
it," He clutched his cousin by the
arm. Besides, it's too late he NUT
tered hurriedly. "He-he tcld me it
took effect at once"
Involuntarily Lindsay paused and
looked at the bed. Indeed. Mr.. Arun-
dale might we'll be dead, so still and
stiff he looked. Il must call the
nurse" he said, firmly, f1inging Off his
cousins grip.
Eric Wynford glared at him with
blazing eyes.
"You fool." he shrieked; you fool!
"Who's to prove | gave him anything?
You were alone with him first
Tell what story you please he
said curtly. "It may be too late, but
intend to call the nurse" He turned
determinedly toward the door, when
a harsh voice arrested him.
Don't trouble" it said quietly.
With simultaneous cry both men
faced round toward the bed.
Mr.. Arundale had raised himself on
his pillows and was watching his
nephews with wide open eyes. AS he
met their Mortified stare he began to
chuckle softly.
Its been very amusing to listen to
you BOTH" he continued, land very in
structive, too," he added dryly. "You
see, l could not bring myself to divide
the property, so decided one Of you
should have Lynwood, while the
other got an increased allowance. l
had a fancy to make sure | had left
Lynwood to the right man."
Eric Wynford made an attempt to
speak, but no sound issued from his
lips.
His uncle glanced at him dispas-
sionately.
eyes, admit it was rather hard to
put you to such severe test he
said coldly, land l shall leave you
something as a slight compensation
for having played this little comedy
at your expense. You see, dying
man has so few diversions"
He paused, but his nephews con.
tinued to stare at him is if spell
bound
1T may interest you to know thai
I really can't live more than
month"; Mr.. Arundale added indiffer-
emily, "but that l purpose to await the
natural course of events in the mat
ter
'sBut the stuff in the bottle Lind,
say gasped at last. "the stuff you
drank just now?"
Nothing more deadly than plain
water" said Mr. Arundale softly.
"You see, wasn't quite sure of either
of YOU"
With cry of inarticulate fury Eric
Wynford dashed out of the room.
Mr.. Arundale looked after him.
81 don't suppose he will ever wish
to visit Lynwood again." he said,
thoughtfully, "and l don't think he
will be missed. New York Evening
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