The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-08-07

way. MT. ranklfn pulled his nat down
suddenly over his eyes. "Going?' says
he. echoing the word after me Il am
going to the devil,' The pony started
at the word as IL he felt a Christian
horror of II. "God bless you. sir, go
where You may," was all | had time to
say before he was out of sight and
hearing. a sweet and pleasant gentle
man. with all his faults and follies.
1t was duh and dreay enough when
the long summer evening closed In on
that Saturday night.
On the next day. Sunday, the close
carriage. which had been kept at Mr..
Ablewhite's. came back to us empty.
The coachman brought a message for
me and written instructions for my
lady's own maid and for Penelope.
The message Informed me that my
mistress had determined to take Miss
Rachel to her house In London on the
Monday. The written instructions in
formed the two maids of the clothing
that was wanted and directed them
to meet their mistresses in town at a
given hour. Most Of the other serv-
ants We're to follow. My lady had
found Miss Rachel so unwilling to re-
turn to the house after what had hap
pened in II that she had decided on
going to London direct from Frizing-
hall. | was to remain in the country
until further orders to look after things
indoors and out. The servants left
xr-ftB -. o. - 800 ~..I
wages.
The Monday gave me a good shake
up. The first of Sergeant Cuffs
prophecies of what was to happen
namely, that | should zeal from the
Yollands-came true on that day.
had seen Penelope and my lady's
maid off in the railway with the lug
gage for London and was pottering
about the grounds when | heard my
name called. Turning round, l found
myself face to face with the fisher
mans daughter. Limping Lucy. Bat
ing her lame foot and her leanness,
this last a horrid drawback to a wo-
man in my opinion, the girl had some
pleasing qualities in the eye of a man.
A dark, keen, clever face, and a nice
clear voice. and a beautiful brown
head Of hair. counted among her mer-
it's. A crutch appeared in the list of
her misfortunes. And a temper reck-
oned high in the sum total of her de-
fects.
well, my dear" l said. what do
you want with meT'
where's the man you call Franklin
Baker" says the girl, fixing me with
a fierce look as she rested herself on
her crutch.
That's not a respectful way to speak
of any gentleman" l answered. IF
you wish to inquire for my lady's
nephew you will please mention him
as Mr.. Franklin Blake"
She llmped a step nearer to me and
looked as if she could have eaten me
alive. MIR. Franklin Blake?" she re-
peated after me. Murderer Franklin
Blake would be a filter name for him.
He's a murderer. He's a murderer.
He's a murderer! He has been the
death of Rosanna Spearman!' She
screamed that answer out at the top of
her voice. One or two of the people
at work in the grounds near us looked
up. saw it was Limping Lucy, knew
what to expect from that quarter and
looked away again.
He has been the death of Rosanna
Spearman?" / repeated. What makes
you say that, Lucyf"
Il loved her." the girl said softly
"She had lived a miserable life. Mr.
Betteredge. Vile people had Ill treated
her and led her wrong. and 1t hadn't
spoiled her sweet temper. She was an
angel. She might have been happy
with me. l had a plan for our going
to London together like sisters and liv'
ing by our needles. That man came
here and spoiled it all. He bewitched
her. Don't tell me he didn't mean 1t
and. didn't know ii. He ought to have
known it. He ought TO have taken pity
on her. Il can't live without him-and,
oh, Lucy. he never even looks at me.
That's what she said. Cruel. cruel,
cruel. | said. No man is worth fret,
ting for in that way And she said
There are mel worth dying for. Lucy
and he is one of them l had saved
up a little money. | had settled things
with father and mother. | meant tt
take her away from the modification
she was suffering here. We should
have had a little lodging in London and
lived together like sisters. She had a
good education. sir, as you know, and
she wrote a good hand. She was quick
at her needle. | have n good educa'
ton, sir. as you know, and | write a
good hand. am not as quick at my
needle as she was. but | could have
done. We might have got our living
nicely. And. oh. what happens this
morning? What happens this morn
ing? Her letter comes and tells me
she has done with the burden of her
life. Her letter comes and bids me
goodby forever. Where is he?' cries
the girl. lifting her head from the