Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1908-08-08 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

EGGY'S WTOING.  CHAPTER IV. (Continued). As be reached Kingstown Pier a tall figure caught his eye, and he heard his name called in a stxcmg voice. He crossed the gangway, and the tall stranger spoke to him. "You're Mr Turnbull," he said, heartily. "Come along. "Yes, I am Stanley Turnbull; do you know my brother?" " Know him! as well as I know myself; he's in my house as well as anything. It's a rascally shame this affair, but it will be all right. I'm James Wade. I came to meet you; the brother is al right; the girls will take care of him." "How good of you, Mr Wade, to come to meet me. George, I suppose, cou4d not come," he said,  flushing. " Lh, well, now, it is just a imatter of form; he's cm his honour to stay where he is till it's all cleared  up.' "How can such an awful mistake have occurred?" cried Stanley. "That's all to come out yet," Mr Wade answered rather mournfully. "You have no doubt of my brother's innocence of this dreadful chs.rge," he said rather haughtily. "Not at all. Do you think he'd be with my girls tbis minute and in my house if I thought he'd have killed a beautiful and gifted creature like Rialto? I'm not surprised that you'd ask me such a thing." The rest of that journey was a blank to Stanley. There was some changing of trains and a long drive, and his kindly host talked incessantly, pointing out objects of interest and beauty, but he paid no attention. He was incapable of doing so. The hours of strain had told on his -nervous temperaanent, and Mr Wade's well-meant efforts to amuse him nearly drove him mad. At last they- drove up the long avenue at Ballyhama, and in a moment the brothers' hands were clasped in a fervent grip. They looked into each other's eyes, and a smile of mutual trust and understanding flashed between them. The Wades, with true Irish refinement, -withdrew. All three vanished round to the stable. __ _  "What is it all, old chap?" said Stanley. "Some madman's act, but things look bad against me," he said. "Only for Mr Wade I -would be in gaol; he is a man of such influence he has undertaken to keep me here as his guest -until I have to &pile-A-F." "To appear! Can you not prove your innocence? Give them the lie. How is it you are accused of such a thing?" "of course you don't 'believe it, Stanley?"  "Believe it! Of course not," he cried, indignantly. He gave him an account of the preions morning and the scene in the schoolroom, George was deeply touched by the boys' loyal mes_  _ Bat. about half an hour Mx Wade and his daughters came back. "Now, boys," he said cheerfully, "breakfast is ready; these are my girls, Mr Turnbull; you are most welcome; may your Twat visit be one of pleasure only; you must be starving, after your journey and all." It was impomible to resist his genial kindness end the frank cordiality of the two lovely girls. 111 spite of the cloud bonging over them it was a vexy pleasant meal, and Stanley decided that Irish girls were the most delightful he had ever come across. Pegry was gentle and subdued; her lovely face was pale; and her large, blue eyes had a pathetic look that gave them quite a new charm. George thought he never loOked so beautiful, and he longed to be able to comfort her, to love her, but how could he, under suspicion of murder, ask any -woman to accept his love. Such were his thoughts, while Violet chatted with pleasant tact to Stanley and her father. Her sweet innocent ere, eo wernilngly unconscious, saw keenly the pain that Peggy was enduring. Peggy, her proud, beantifui loved this :handsome Engliølunaa  By