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By LAWRENCE M. LYNCH (E. M. Van Deventer)
Author of “A Woman's Crime,” “Joha Arthur’s Ward,” “The Lost Witness,” “A Slender Clue,” “Dangerous Ground,” “ Against Odds,” Etc., Ete.
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“fon't ask for reasons, don't; prom.
je, promise, pr ymise! @he was growing excited, and Con- gsnce hastened to say :— “You are laboring under some delu- Krank has not offered
sion, dear child; himself to me “But he will
he will! and I tell you,
tance, it would be giving yourself to | Constan ’ x .
a fate like mine, and worse. The La- mottes have not done with disgrace yet,
and it shall not fall on you; promise me,
er promise, Sybil.”’
“You promise ;"’ she chair and came close to Constance; ‘‘you promise,” she said, slowly, ‘*never, pever to marry Francis Lamotte?’’
“T swear it.”’
A coarse laugh, a smothered oath; they hoth turn swiftly, and there, in the doorway, smelling of tobaceo and brandy, with laughter, is
arose
from her }
| despise you.
and shaking Coarse John Burrill, and beside him, with denched hands, swollen temples, drawn, white lips, stands Francis Lamotte. Stands! No. He reels, he clings to the door-frame for support; his enemy is |
upon him.
Sybil draws herself erect; the red blood “lames to her face; the fire darts from her eyes; she lifts one slender arm and points at the reeling figure; then there rings out a burst of mad, laughter.
“Ha! ha! ha! Frank Lamotte, settled my account with you.”’
Then turning swiftly upon Burriil, and with even fiercer fury she shrieks:—
“Out, out, out of my sight! I most done with you, too. Go back to your wine and your wallowing in the
tter; your days are numbered.”’
The awful look upon her face, the de- fant hatred in her voice, the sudden strength and firmness of her whole bear- ing, Constance shuddered at and never forgot, Frank Lamotte, making a mon- strous effort for self-control, gasped,. let go his hold on the door frame, lifted his hand to his temples, and came a few steps into the room. Outside, on the stairway, was the rustle of woman's gar- ments, the light fall of swift feet. In other moment Mrs. Lamotte, followed by Mrs. Aliston, enters the room, pushing past the guping and astonished Burrill with scant ceremony. Then, Sybil’s strength deserts her as John Burrill, re- called to a sense of his own importance, advances, and segms about to address her. She utters a cry of abhorrence and terror, and, throwing out her hands to ward off his approach, reels, falls, and is caught in the supportiung arms of Con- stance and Mrs. Lamotte.
While they are applying restoratives, Frank sees the propriety of withdrawing from the scene, but no such motives of delicacy or decency ever find lodgment in the brain of John Burrill, and leering with tipsy gravity, he presses close to the bedside and poisons the air with his reeking breath. Constance flushes with anger, and glances at Mrs. Lamotte. That lady looks up uneasily, and seems to hesitate, and then Mrs. Aliston rises to the occasion, and covers herself with glory.
Looking blandly up into the man’s face, she lays one fat, gloved hand upon his arm, and says, in a low, confidential tone :—
“‘Come this way one moment, sir, if you please,’ and she fairly leads the wondering and unsuspecting victim from the room. A second later he is standing in the passage, the chamber door is shut swiftly and locked securely. John Burrill has been Jed ont like a lamb, and the fat and smiling strategist comes back to the bedside.
“I suppose he thought I would tell him a secret when I got him outside,”’ she laughs, softly.
Whatever he thought he kept to him- self. After uttering a few curses he went below, “returned to his pipe and his bowl,’’ and waited the dinner hour.
“TI shall send for Doctor Heath,’’ said Mrs. Lamotte, as she bent above her daughter, who had slowly returned to fonsciousness, but lay passive, seeming not to see or know the friends who stood about her. ‘‘Sybil does not know us; I feel alarmed.’’
Mrs. Aliston nodded sagaciously. ‘‘He «an not come too soon,’’ she said; then to Constanee, with a mingling of womarn- ly tact and genuine kindliness, ‘‘my child, you had better drive home soon. If Mrs. Lamotte wishes, or will permit, Iwill stay to-night. It will be better, believe me, Mrs. Lamotte. than to share & watch with any servant; and I am 4 good nurse.”’
So it is arranged that she shall stay, and Constance proposes to return alone to Wardour.
_As she goes down stairs to her car- Tiage, from out the shadow of the draw- ing room Frank Lamotte. © still very haggard, and trembling with excite- ment suppressed.
“Constance !"’ he whispers, “one moment, please.’’
She pauses before him. still.
" “Constance,”’ speaking with an effort.
‘I—went up there, hoping to keep Bur- rill from intruding; he was too quick for me, and—and I heard Sybil’s last Words—and yours.”
No answer from the pale listener.
" My sister asked you to refuse me. Am I right?”
‘You heard,”’
‘And you promised ?”’
**T promised.”’
“Constance, Sybil is half mad You
I have
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‘Sybil is half mad. I that you know why.’’
‘*We all know why. herself for an ingrate; she has saddled us all with a monster, to save a brother who is not worth saving.’’
‘Frank Lamotte, stop; I can not listen to this; for, let me tell you that I know this charge against Evan Lamotte to be false, and I know that you know it; and yet you have sanctioned the fraud. Who has blighted Sybil’s life, you may know, but it is not Evan.”’
‘*Constance do you mean-——”’
**T mean all that I say. Let Frank.”’
“Not yet. Constance, Constance! had you never any love for me? Is there no shadow of hope?’’
‘‘At first,’’ said Constance, coldly, ‘‘I liked you as Sybil’s brother; later, I tol- erated you; now you are teaching me to Long ago I told you that only yourself could injure yourself in my eyes. There might have been a reason, an excuse even, for allowing poor Evan, who has willingly assumed the | position, scape-goat. There is‘none for your unbrotherly and false accusation. Whatever his faults may be, poor Evan is unselfish, and he truly loves
begin to think
She has sacrificed
me pass,
| his sister.’’
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“Is this your answer?”’
‘‘What do you expect? do you want my assurance that my promise to Sybil was
made in good faith, and that I intend to keep it? If so, you have it.’’ She went swiftly past him, with the last words on her lips. And again Frank Lamotte was the prey of his enemy; like a drunken man, he reeled back into the parlor, gnashing his teeth, cursing his fate, half mad and whelly desperate.
Menwhile, above stairs, John Burrill wus rehearsing to Evan, after his drunken fashion, the recent scene in Sybil’s room, not even omitt:ng his own expul- sion by wily Mrs. Aliston. As he repeat- ed, with wonderful accuracy, considering his condition, the wild words uttered by Sybil, his listener sat very erect, with wild staring eyes, and lips held tightly together, his teeth almost biting through them; with burning eyes, and quivering frame, and a strange fear at his heart.
Having finished his narrative, Burrill arose :—
‘‘I’m to meet some fellows at Forty’s,’’ he said, thickly. ‘‘I’ll stop with them a couple of hours, or three, maybe; after that—’’ and he winked significantly.
‘‘After that,’’ repeated Evan, winked in return.
An hour later Evan, pale and _ shiver- ing, knocked softly at Sybil’s door; Mrs. Lamotte appeared.
‘*How is Sybil, mother?’’
‘*Quiet, but not rational. Doctor Heath has just gone. Evan, why! how badly you look!’’
**T feel badly. night, mother.’’
and
I’m going to bed; good
CHAPTER XXYV.
At ten o’clock that night, business was running lively at the low ceiled, dingy, riverside saloon, that was most popular with the factory men, the colliers, the drovers, and the promiscuous roughs of W—, and that bears the dignified title of ‘‘Old Forty Rods.’’
The saloon is well patronized to-night. At the upper end, nearest the door, ‘‘ Old Forty,”’ in person, is passing lijyuors across the bar, and bawling orders to a nimble assisstant, while every now and then he addresses a coarse jest to some of the numerous loafers about the bar, mingling them strangely with his orders, and his calling of the drinks, as he passes them across the rail.
‘‘Here’s your beer, Lupin; Jack, half a dozen brandies for Mr. Burrill’s party; Little, you are out on the brown horse— rum and water? Yes, sir, yes.’’
‘*Burrill’s beastly high to-night,’’ said a factory hand, setting down his beer glass and wiping his mouth; ‘‘and the boys freeze to him since he handles old Lamotte’s rocks.’’
‘‘Of course, of course. Burrill don’t forget old friends; Jack, bring the rum flask; they’ve been here a plum hour, them chaps, sir; ’ere’s your punch, mis- ter, and they .keep the stuff runnin’ down their throats, now I can tell you. Burrill foots the bill, of course; and they can do anything with that big chap when the wines get the upper hands of him. I'll be sworn, they're up to mis- chief to-night, for I see Rooney and Bob Giles, they delight in getting Burrill into scrapes, are drinking light, and plying him heavy,’’ and ‘‘Forty’’ turned about to draw a glass of beer for a low-browed, roughly-dressed man who had just en- tered, and who was in fact, none other than the tramp who had feasted by the roadside, on the day before, and whom Mr. Belknap had called Ruake.
Ruake drank his beer, and lounged over the bar fora short time, then called for a second glass, and after drinking it, went quietly out.
At the lower end of the long saloon, several tables are scattered, and gathered about one of these we see the party spoken of as ‘‘Mr. Burrill’s.”’
live men are grouped about the small table, and among these, John Burrill is conspicuous for being much better dressed, much louder in his laughter, and viler in his jests, and much drunker than are the other four.
Since his change of fortune, these men
,
have made capital of his weakness, and °
his purse has supplied their thirst. in
return tor wnhien nme nas veen fawnea upon, and flattered, during the earlier stages of his intoxication, and made a tool and a jest later.
‘*T mus’ go home,
”
articulated Burrill,
drawing forth and consulting a showy gold repeater. ‘‘Folks’s sick er home; mus’ be good; take er nother drink, boys?”’
‘Folks sick, eh?’’ queried Rooney,
winking behind his hand at the’others, ‘‘wife, I 'spose?’’ ‘Yes, wife I'spose ;
law, both sick;
wife 'n’ brother-in- take er nother—’’
‘“‘All right, old pard; but don’t let a little sickness call you off so early; just let Heath take care of them; you're fond of Heath, too.”’
‘‘Curse Heath!’’ rill; ‘‘what do Roo-ney?”’
‘* Burrill,”’ said Bob Giles,setting down his glass and speaking in a low, confi- dential tone; ‘‘what’s this power you have over Heath? Don’t you know he’s afraid of you?”’
‘‘He—he zer ’fraid er better be—him un—’’
‘*And vet there are two or three of the fellows that say you are the one that’s afraid.’’
‘*Me afraid! I—John Bur—1], Boys, look, en I’) jus’ If 1 jus’ opened my mouth, that f-fellow out of the
roared out John Bur- you mean, I say, Roo-
me! an’ so he
f-fraid. tell you a s-secret. I could run country; fact!’’
and he nodded sagaciously again and again.
“Then there ain’t no truth in that story that you are the one that’s afraid,
and that you wouldn’t dare .go to Heath’s office, not even if you wanted a doctor?”’
‘““T-truth? By gad, sir, show me the man that says so; show 'im to me! By heavens, sir, 1 wouldn't be f-fraid to rout
him up the d-darkest night that. ever blew, sir.’’ ‘‘OF course not. we don’t doubt that,
but—there’s them do. Ill tell you what it is, Burrill, the thing woulé be scttled if you would just walk up to the doctor’s cottage, tell him you are sick somewhere, and bring away a_ prescription; that would settle it.’’
A murmur of approval went round the table. Not a man was there among them who would not rejoice inwardly at the discomiiture of the arrogant, would-be aristocrat, who, while he was less than their equalin many things, had risen above them in fortune. He _ had reached that period of drunkenness, and it took a vast quantity of stout liquor to bring him up to it, where his voice began to grow
hoarse, his ready tongue to trip, his brain to be most completely muddled, and his legs to be most unreliable in-
struments of locomotion. The men about the table nodded and winked to each other, under his very nose.
“Egg him on, Rooney,’’ whispered Giles, ‘‘let’s have the fun ont.’’ And they did.
Ere long, John Burrill, under the additional cargo of
staggering drinks
imbibed as toasts to the undertaking, and again, as draughts of defiance to the enemy who would dare question his courage, buttoned his coat about him, and, boasting, cursing, and swaggering, reeled out into the night. Out into the night that swallowed him up forever,
‘‘Let’s follow him, said one of the plotters, starting up as the door closed behind him.
But this proposition met with no favor. The night was very dark, and the wind blowing in fierce gusts; the saloon was warm and inviting, and their victim had ordered their grog, until he should return.
‘“‘Let’s drink the good iiquor he has paid for,’’ said Rooney, with a wink, ‘‘then we will let some more of the koys into the secret, and start out in a gang and gather him up. Heath will kick him out sure enough, and if we follow too clese we might be discovered. Not by Burrill but by the doctor. We will bring Burrill back here and two more drinks will make him tell the whole story.”’
They did not agree with Rooney on all points of his argument; but they haé played a coarse, practical goke upon a man who sometimes ‘‘took on airs’’ and vaunted himself as their patron; he who had been only their equal once... It was only a joke, a witless, mirthless, coarse saloon joke, and they drank on and grew hilarious, never dreaming that they had sent one man to his grave, and another to the foot of the scaffold.
As John Burrill came forth from the saloon and turned his face toward Doctor Heath's cottage, a lithe form emerged from amidst the darkness and paused for a moment just outside the saloon door, seeming to hesitate.
‘*He’s goin’ home, in course,’’ mutter- ed the man. ‘‘I’ll jest light out and come in ahead.’’ And he plunged down a by street and went swiftly over the bridge; but not alone.
A second dark form had been lurking in the vicinity of ‘‘Old Forty's’’ the form of a boy, who glided through the dark, at the heels of the other, like a spirit.
‘“‘He is going wrong,’’ thought this shadow, discontentedly. ‘‘Somehow I’m sure of it; I’m shadowing the wrong party; but—I’m obeying instructions.’’ And pursued and pursuer crossed the bridge and turned their steps toward Mapleton.
Meantime, John Burriil, reeling, sing- ing snatches of low songs, and stopping sometimes to rest and assure himself that all tne landmarks are there, pursues his way toward Doctor Heath’s cottage.
It is situated on the outskirts of the town; the way is long, the night dark, the wind boisterous, and the way lonely. It is after ten o’clock.
Later—nearly two hours later, Frank Lamotte, driven by his demon of unrest, is pacing his room, feverish and fierce. when his door opens softly, a white, hag- gard face looks in, a hoarse voice artic- ulates,
‘*Frank, for God’s sake, for your own sake, come with me quick!”’
Frank Lamotte turns swiftly, angrily. He is about to speak, when something catches his eye, fixes it in horror, and causes him to gasp out, pointing with one shaking finger.
‘“*Ah-h-h! what is that?’’
“It is the Family Honor!’’ came the hissing answer. ‘‘Come, I tell you.’’
And like a man in a nightmare, Frank Lamotte obeys.
(To be Continued. )
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LAFAYETTE’S FAMOUS VISIT. |
There Was Great Excitement Over His Trip to the United States,
Jean Fraley Hallowell, who writes in The Ladies’ Hicane Journal of ‘‘ When Lafayette Rode Into Philadelphia,’ says that ‘‘it is difficult to understand at this late day what a furore of ex- citement passed over this country when Lafayette arrived once more in Amer- ica. The visit is a historic event to be remembered while memory cndures. During President Monroe’s second ad- ministration the United States extended its invitation to Lafayette. He arrived at Staten Island on Aug. 15 (Sunday), 1824, accompanied by his son, George Washington Lafayette, and also by his son-in-law. A formal reception took place* on the following day, the first fruits of the most abundant harvest of welcome which Lafayette was to receive during his year of travel through the United States.
** Lafayette was 67 years old when he visited America as the nation’s guest and carried his years lightly. His head was shaped like that of Burms. He had a high forehead, long, aquiline nose and a rather thin face. His hair was sandy and quite plentiful. His eyes were dark gray, restless and twinkling, his eyebrows light in color, but heavily marked. His mouth was firm, and his lips smiled courteously at the holiday crowd assembled to do him honor. The general was not very tall, but well made. His face was distinet)y pleasant, and its expression was an odd mixture of shrewdness, decision and gay good humor. His costume was a swallow- tailed coat and trousers of dark brown, with a great display of white waistcoat and neckcloth. A bunch of seals bung from a broad black ribbon at his waist. Over his shoulders hung a cloth riding cloak, greenish blue in color and lined with red.”’
Oliver Optic’s Will.
There were no public bequests in the will of William T. Adams (Oliver Op. tic). It was very brief and was writter in the author’s own hand, under date of April 21, 1885. ‘‘Asasimple token of my high esteem and iegard, to my sone- in-law, Sol Smith Russell and George W. White, I give $1,000 each.’’ All the remainder of his estate, including his copyrights and other literary property, he bequeaths to his daughter, Mrs. Alice Adams Russell, the wife of Sol Smith Russet.
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