The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-02-26

his lOng-neglected rooms. he nao Salu
on rising from the breakfast table
(the words are more or less impor-
tant):
II am really sorry to trouble you,
Mrs. Scoville; but if you have time
this morning, will you clean up my
study before / leave? The carriage
is ordered for half-past nine"
The task was one she had long de-
sired to perform. Giving Reuther the
rest of the work to do, she presently
appeared before him with pail and
broom and a pile of fresh linen. Moth
ing more commonplace could be imag-
ined, but to her, if not to him, there
underlay this special act of ordinary
housewifery possible enlightenment
on subject which had held the whole
community in a state of curiosity for
years, She was going to enter the
room which had been barred from pub
lie sight by poor Bela's dying body.
The great room before her pre-
sented a bare floor, whereas on her
first visit it had been very decently.
if not carefully, covered by huge car
pet rug. The judges chair, which had
once looked immovable, had been
dragged forward into such a position
that he could keep his own eye on the
bedroom door. Manifestly she was not
to be allowed to pursue her duties un-
watched. Certainly she had to take
more than one look at the everyday
implements she carried to retain that
balance Of judgment which should pre-
vent her from becoming the dupe of
her own expectations.
Il do not expect you to clean up here
as thoroughly as you have your own
rooms upstairs" he remarked, as she
passed him. And, Mrs. Scoville," he
called out as she slipped through the
doorway, leave the door open and
keep away as much as possible from
the side of the room where / have
nailed up the curtain. had rather
not have that touched"
Not touch the curtain! Why, that
was the one thing in the room she
wanted to touch; for in it she not only
saw the carpet which had been taken
up from the floor. but possible
screen behind which anything might
lurk-even his redoubtable secret.
There is no window" she observed,
looking back at the judge.
NO." was his short reply.
Slowly she set down her pail. One
thing was settled. 1t was Bela's cot
she saw before her-a cot without any
sheets. These. had been left behind
in the dead negro's room, and the
judge had been sleeping just as she
uncovered pillow. This pillow was his
own; it had not been brought down
with the bed. She hastily slipped a
cover on it, and without calling any
further attention to he's act, began
to make up the bed.
Conscious that the papers he made
a feint of reading were but a cover for
his watchfulness, she moved about in
a matter-of-fact way and did not spare
him the clouds of dust which presently !
rose before her broom. But the judge
was impervious to discomfort. He
coughed and shook his head, but die
not bulge an inch. Before she had
begun to put things in order the clock
struck the lalf-hour.
"Oh!" she protested, with plead
ing glance his way, "I'm not half
done"
There's another day to follow" he |
remarked, rising and taking a key
from his pocket
The act expressed his wishes; and
he was proceeding to carry out her
things when quick, sliding noise
from the wall she was passing drew
her attantion and caused her to spring
forward in an involuntary effort to
catch a picture which had slipped its
cord and was falling to the floor
A shout from the judge of Stand
aside, let me come!" reached her too
late She had grasped and lifted the
picture and seen-
But first let me explain. This pic.
ture was not like the others hanging
about 1t was a yelled one. From
some motive of precaution or charac-
teristic desire for concealment on the
part of the judge, it had been closely
wrapped about in heavy brown paper
before being hung, and in the encoun-
ter which ensued between the falling
picture and the spear of an image
standing on the table underneath, this
paper had received slit through
which Deborah had been given a
glimpse of the canvas beneath.
The shock of what she saw would
have unnerved a less courageous
woman.
1t was highly finished portrait Of
Oliver in his youth, with a broad band