Heppner gazette. [volume] (Heppner, Morrow County, Or.) 1892-1912, 1910-04-21

| you should behave in such q nobSs
manner when you were so much In
love with the girl"
1T is for that reason that I changed
my mind. AS you know. have been
attending upon Mrs. Dallas this week,
and saw plainly enough that my
case was hopeless; that the girl was
| dying to marry Aylmer. Besides" add
ed Etwald, carelessly, the mother was
not on my side"
She wants Isabella to marry Da-
vid."
$50 I hear; and he is in town, as
Mr.. Aylmer told me tonight. Put
what are you going to do about the
matter Major?"
Give notice to the police"
There will be a post-mortem, OF
course said Etwald, carelessly.
No, no! l hope not" cried Jen,
Mortified at the idea.
But there must be-" insisted Et-
wald cruelty. "Aylmer died Of poison,
and it must be proved that such was
the case. Then we may learn if he
perished from the poison of the devil
stick Afterwards you must get de-
tective to search for the person who
stole it from your smoking room. Once
he or she is found, and the assassin of
your poor friend will be in custody"
He or She" repeated Jen, slowly.
Dido l mentioned; but 'he!' who is
hep"
'Ah, that is what we wish to find
out" said the doctor, gravely. But
how do 1 know? Battersea may be the
thief"
THE thief and the murderer!"
well, no, Major. On second thoughts
do not think it is wise to couple
those two words as yet The thief may
not be the murderer-but what can
say!" broke off Etwald, suddenly. ."As
yet we know nothing. 1t is late now,
Major, and I must get back. Shall
give information to the police?"
IF you will be so kind" said the
Major, listlessly, and he let the doctor
go away without another word.
All through that long night he knelt
beside the bed upon which lay the
corpse of the man whom he had loved
as a son. The Major was broken heart
ed by the sorrow which had come up
on him, and when he issued from the
chamber of death he looked years old
ed than when he entered it.
Fortunately he was not forced to
sorrow alone; towards midday David
arrived from town, filed with grief
and surprise at the untimely end of
Maurice. He found the Major in the
library, and grasped him by the hand
with genuine sorrow
MY poor uncle" he said, in low
voice. Il cannot tell you what 1 feel.
Etwald telegraphed to me the first
thing in the morning, and I came down
by the earliest train there was. Poor
Mauricel-and we parted in anger"
"More's the pity" sighed Jen, lean
ing upon the shoulder of Sarby; "but
you cherish no anger in your heart
now?"
Heaven forbid, sir!"
David spoke so fervidly that Jen
saw plainly he meant what he said.
The massive face of the young man
looked worn and haggard in the
light of the morning, and
whatever enmity the love of the same
had sown between him and the
lead, it was not to be denied that he
was suffering cruelty from remorse.
1t their unhappy difference. Jen was
sorry, but even in his own grief he
could not forbear a stab.
"You can marry Isabella now" he
said, bitterly.
MOI" said David, family, turning
MS face away "At least, not yet"
The Major looked at him for a mo-
nent or two, then. with a new idea in
lis head, he took David by the hand
md led him into the chamber of death.
Swear" said he, that you will not
marry Isabella Dallas until you have
discovered and punished the murderer
If Maurice"
Ito be continued.)