Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1905-07-29 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

REMORSELESS. ACCUSER  "In the parish church of Mablethorpe," was the answer. "Although really, I don't know why I shenki tell. you- these particulars; my good woman." "now could rou know?" repeated Janet, with a soh. "Why should you or °theca, tare?" "I should like tu, knew why you aro so upset by what F said;" replied. Miss Montmorency. " Because it's a very strange thing for you to act like this" _ .  Janet had recovered her usual harsh manner by this time, and although her face was deadly pule, the showed no further emet.iiew "I hope I've said nothing to offend yott, miss," sho answered, is a- dry, hard voice. "You're not to be blamed, neither is Miss Montagu."  " You really are the most extraordinary person I've ever spoken to," retorted Miss Nfontutoreney. "but you've said nothing to offend me. You seem surprised at what I have told you." It was as if Janet did not hear; as if her eyee saw nothing, although her gaze was fixed. "He is to be married," she repeated slowly. "soon. In a few days." But the words were as though Janet spoke to herself, and Miss Montmorency stared at her strange visitor. Then Janet was in the street again, remembering vagnely that Alias Montinoreney had spoken kindly to her at Fartincr. She had offered Janet a glass of wine, but it hail been refu.,,ed. "No, she was well enough," had been her answer to Mia 3 Ittontinoreney. "She had been stupriseel." and Janet had given a strange laugh as she spoke. There was an inten.so longing to got back to the open air. She would be able to think then---to think of that 'wedding which woo to take place in a few days, and now she was going blindly along the street. "in a few days ilmot was going to be married to a Ilium Montagu—in a few days." The sentences seenbed repeating themselves again and again, always with a (dearness that cut like a knife edge. So it was all at an end, the confident hope she had held so long. It was no use now to hope, because Sir Esmond Wilmot was going to be married—married in a few days---Lo a Miss Montagu. Yes, that was the name which had been told her.  And a wonderful calmness came to Sa.net. The calmness as though her heart were deed. Only her heart, for the rest of her being woe: Mart and her brain busy with a mad.neos of purpose which confused her, whilst it stilled: her tongue and memory. Back once more in the little cottage in Mill.• hurst hearing Mary's voice again, asking the same question that Miss Montmorency had asked. Giving the same answer to it, and heeding nothing except that purpose in her brain. There no caressing of the little one; no anxious- inquiry after her mistress; no mirth nor life in her ashen face. What mattered anything to her now? And alone that night, sitting motionless at the table, Janet's eyes were intent upon something which she had taken from a little pocket book—a frayed handbill, whereon in big letters was the word " Murder!" the handbill offering a. reward for the discovery of Sir George Wilmot's murderer!  was I  CHAPTER XLV _ t  At Mablethorpe.  "We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our cinoerest laughter With some pain is fraught: Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought." .—Shelley.  The village of Mahletborpo, which from year's end to year's end had slept peacefully through the centuries, had aroused itself at last, and put cn an a.ppearance of life and gaiety, for Sir Esmond Wilmot, the owner of the village, lord of thed manor, and master of one of the finest estates in the county, vras to be married in Mablethorpe Church in a few days, and it was only right and fitting that Mablethorpe should rejoice. Hither had come the bride elect with Mies Montmorency, and it was with a profound sense of relief that the latter had left London. She was not altogether satisfied with the state of affairs. There was an air of uncertainty about everything, and her thoughts were disquieted by a great many! consideration*. It had been impossible for tier to forget the visit she had received from the elderly woman who brought the work to her house, and whose strange excitement shown upon hearing of Sybil* approaching marriage war; not LU be