The Washington herald., 1919-10-13

hearty ex-soldier, who had been heard
to threaten Mr.. Tuikinghorn. because
the lawyer had squeezed him nnan-
cially, and who had been seen at
Lancoln's Inn Fields on the night OF
the murder. had been arrested.
charged with the crime. But whyT
The mystery was not solved. Il seem
cd. Mr.. Bucket, I found. was stin
on the trail of-someone4 Then one
day Mr.. Bucket told my lord that Il
was not the soldier who had killed
Mr.. Tulkinghorn. but q woman. And
he went on with all the story Of my
mothers early disgrace with Captain
Hawdon. and how Mr.. TuIkinghorn
had discovered it. threatening her with
exposure: how my lady had been seen
going out on the night Of the tragedy
and how q vciled woman had been
noticed near the lawyers rooms At
the same time. 1T is my duty to
tell you this" said the detective. TO
prepare you for the revelation ] am
about to make. Others know Of II,
you must" Then In was brought
Hortense, my lady's discharged
French maid (who hated my Lady. and
hated Mr.. Tulkinghorn still more be-
cause he had refused TO pay her hush
money on account of the masquerad-
ing scene before Jo). and Mr.. Bucket
proved her guilty Of the murder ana
arrested. her on the spot But they
left my lord stricken with paralysis.
his proud figure beaten to the earth.
Next~I heard that my poor mother
had fed the great London mansion.
leaving a letter for Sir Leicester con-
Tossing her youthful shame, but pro-
testing her innocence Of the murder.
Full forgiveness: find" wrote the
baronet on a slate for Mr.. Bucket
Then began the strangest chase that
was ever known. Bucket came to me.
and We left the inspectors once In
London before Q Of the morning in q
barouche with position and post
horses. Mr.. Bucket seated on the box.
A wild. uncanny ride 1t was. down
by the waterside. over the London
bridges. crossing and recrossing the
dark river: out OF the empty city
streets into the country white with
snow. On and on with little rest for
two days and more. toiling through
the sleety. stopping roads; snatching
a bit Of rest here and there; suddenly
back to great roaring London. hot on
the scent now. and fetching UP on foot
at last at the grim gate of the terrible
paupers' graveyard where my father
was buried. And there on the steps.
with one arm creeping around a bar
Of the gate as IL to embrace 1t. lay
my mother cold and dead.
But sunshine came again. as il al
ways comes to the young and hopeful.
My dear guardian brought 1t the SOON
er. I had promised him that / would
be mistress of Bleak House some day.
He had been kind; was grateful.
l thought Allan Woodcourt. VINO had
been absent from England, had grown
away from me. Returning. he had
spoken too late. All, dear guardian.
how did you know. and why did you
take me down into Yorkshire so soon
to show me a pretty. rustic dolls
house of a cottage on pretext Of get
ting my opinion of it as a residence
for DR.. Woodcourt who was to settle
in those parts? And Bleak House?
Yes, that was the name over the cot
tage door. And on that beautiful day.
you. my generous. self-sacrifcins
guardian. gave II to me and me to
Allan Woodcourt. Thus was / made
the happy mistress of Bleak House.
Happy in the knowledge that widowed
Ada and her boy was to live at the
older Bleak House always. Happy To
learn at last that Jarndyce and Jarn-
dyce was devoured by its own costs
and that its curse was laid forever
more.
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