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eurder, and t! mbered that La- | atte was the naz of the gentleman gho had bought his favorite horses from js former master “[ never pulled reins over a span equal ‘em,’ he suid, with much pathos. ‘‘I sere had the same liking for any other sof critters ; they was the apple of my ae, and I'd give just ten dollar to draw eins OVET ‘em once more—even to a fun eral.” , flis little ruse was successful; the bait
itly swallowed,
gas instant and Jerry Bel-
knap glanced maliciously up at the close- curtained chamber windows, and mut- fs i to saunter slowly up
gered, as he began ! stable door :— won't find it so
nd down before the “iss Wardour, you ag to outwit an old detective, even with
the odds in your favor.”’
just removed from the head of one of the paving, restless horses, he turned toward
thenew comer, saying, patronizingly :— “Well, my man, can we do anything for you?’
The stranger appeared somewhat abashed.
4] hope I ain't in the way, gentlemen,’ je mid, respectfully; ‘‘I came from War-
dour with a message for Miss Constance. It's from the old lady, and carriages are coming and the just thought I'd wait till the funeral wee gone before I intruded.”’
“Oh! sai’ the coachman, more graci- msly. “Well, you won't have long to wait, then; the time’s about up, and Mr. Lamotte is never behind time.’’ Then he turned to Mr. Belknap.
“You must keep a close eye over the off one.”’ he said; ‘‘he’s fullof Cain; and I say, what a lucky thing it is that your clothes are dark, and that Mrs. Lamotte won't let us wear full liveries.’’
“Why, yes, it’s very lucky, that’s so; just throw over those reins, will you. Don't be uneasy in your mind about that horse; I'll drive ‘em safe enough; just you tell me when to start."’
Ten minutes later, all that remained of John Burrill was borne out in its costly casket and placed in the splendid hearse at the door.
Just as he was about to cross his own threshold, Jasper Lamottte was confront- ed by a young man who pressed into his hand a slip of paper, and whispered in his ear :-—
“Read it at once, sir; it’s of vital im-
_ Pertance to you.”
Stiling an exclamation, Jasper La- motte unfolded and glanced at the slip a paper. It contained these words :—
“The man who wili drive your car- tage isa cursed New York detective, who has bribed your coachman.
“Don't give him the opportunity he
to yourself and son. “The bearer of this can be trusted. ‘“BELANAP.”’
By the time he had mastered the mean- ing of the note, the hearse had moved forward and the pall bearers were taking their plac*s.
Then the Lamotte carriage came into view. Mr. Lamotte placed the note in the hand of his son. who stood beside him, and ‘iescended the steps, a stern look on his face.
“My friend, come down off that box,’
close
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he said to the self-satisfied substitute procured him by his coachman.
The man on the box stared down at him in amazement.
“But, sir,’’ he began. + “I want no words from you, sir; you can't drive my horses. Come down in-
stantly.’’
The discomfited Belknap writhed in his feat, and looked about him helplessly.
Before were the pall-bearers, looking back from their open vehicle, and noting the scene; on the steps, and within easy hearing distance, were gathered the small Knot of gentlemen, who, for courtesy’s fake, or for policy’s sake, had gathered to do honor to Mr. Lamotte, rather than te the poor rosewood shrouded thing that bad never a mourner.
He could not explain; make himself known.
“IT will have you thrown off that box, sir; if you hesitate ten seconds longer,”’ exclaimed Mr. Lamotte, impatiently, at the same time moving away and beckon-
to the driver of the next carriage.
Fate was against him, and muttering curses, ‘‘not loud but deep.’’ Jerry Bel- knap began to clamber reluctantly down.
Seeing this, Mr. Lamotte turnad to Ward the bearer of the mischievous note, who had withdrawn a few paces from the “Toup near the carriage, and beckoned
im te approach,
He came forward promptly.
he could not
“Gen you drive, my manf’
“Les, siz,’’ respectfully.
-'i..n do me the favor to meunt that box and drive my horses this afternoon.”'
“And you, sir,"’ turning to poar Bel- ap, “get «. my premises and keep
2, off And so it'came about that Jerry Bel- ‘ap, private detective, found himself once more oatwitted, and ‘‘Mr. Smith, the Look-razdlor.’’ dxowe the. earrinas ron. Fae
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Just as the horses were being led out fom the stable, a quiet-l oking young gan, With a somewhat vestic ait. come jnto the yard, and approached the group gat the carriage house.
“Who comes here?’’ asked the disguised Belknap. ina low tone, addressing the q@acbman.
“More than I know,’’ replied that qmetionary. Then laying down a halter, |
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taining John Burrill’s chfét mourners.
**Pardon chis little scene, gentlemen,” said Mr. Lamotte, turning to his friends, ‘‘but I happen to know that the man J] dismissed is drunk.’’
Half an hour later soitly at the door where Watch, and said:—
‘“There’s a boy below, Miss Wardour, who says he has an important message for you, and must deliver it in person.”’
Constance went immediately down to find our old friend George, the image boy, in the hall below.
She smiled at sight of him, obtain some news of Bathurst. only bowed, as if to a queen, her hand a small, sealed before she could utter a word, she was standing aloné in the crape-hung hail, while the boy’s steps could be heard ring- ing on the stones outside.
Standing there,Constance hastily opened the envelope. It contained a letter and a scrap of paper. Glancing at the scrap, she read these words :—
a servant tapped Constance kept
hoping to
But he placed in envelope; and
‘*Miss Wardour—Enclosed find a letter which, for reasons which I shall explain I pilfered from you on the night of our first meeting. It has accomplished the purpose for which I took it, and I hasten to restore it. BATHURST.”’
Constance turned her eye once more upon the paper in her hand, looked closer and exclaimed: ‘‘It is; it is Sybil’s lost letter !’’
CHAPTER XXXIX.
‘*Dr. Heath, here is another visitor.”
Clifford Heath turned slowly i from the small iron-barred window; he locked a trifle disturbed by this announce- ment, for he had just been interviewed by Mr. O'Meara, who for the first time had presented Mr. Wedron, and the two had left him much to think about.
The look of annoyance left his face. however, and a stare of surprise took its place, when following upon the footsteps of the janitor, came Constance Wardour, not closely veiled and drooping, after the manner of prison-visiting females in orthodox novels, but with her fair face unconcealed, and her graceful figure at its proudest poise.
The haughtiness all departed from face and bearing, however, when the door closed behind her and she found herself alone with the man she had falsely ac- cused.
Misfortune had not humbled Clifford Heath. When the first momentary look of surprise had left his face, he stood be- fore her as proudly erect, as icily courte- ous, as if he were receiyirg her in her own parlor.
‘*Doctor Heath,’’ began Constance, in low. contrite tones, ‘‘som@ months ago I brought a wrongful accusation against you. I wronged you deeply; let me do myself the justice to say that almost im- mediately I was convinced of the injus- tice ' had done you, of the utter insanity of my own behavior, but—’’ blushing rosily, ‘‘I never found the letter, and how could I come to you and say, I have
: ; ' i ason. hopes to gain for watching and listening |; changed my mind, without a reason
Less than an hour ago, this note was put into my hands, and with it that unfor- tunate lost letter. This enables me to say, Doctor Heath, I deeply regret the insult I offered you, and I ask you to be mag- nanimous, and to pardon me,’’
She put the note in his hand, and he read it, without uttering a word; stood silent for a moment, as if to collect his thoughts, and then said :—
‘‘Miss Wardour, I am glad that this affair has been cleared up; when a man has so many dark shadows hanging over him, he is thankful fer the smallest glimpse of sunlight. It is like your gen- erosity to.come in person.”’
‘*But you have not said that you for- give me, Doctor Heath; fully and freely, remember. ”’
‘*Fully and freely I forgive vou, then, Miss Wardour,’’ smilingly, he replied. ‘After all, the mistake was a natural one. Since I have been an inmate of this cell, I have learned to see myself as others see me. Why should I not come under suspicion, especially after hearing my words to Bathurst? By and by, this note from Bathurst, you tell me that you
| received it to-day?’’
‘*To-day; since noon.”’
‘‘And it is dated to-day; then,’’ look- ing at her questioningly, ‘‘Bataurst must be in town.”’
‘*Yes,’’ dropping her eyes, confusedly ‘‘That is, I think so;’’ and scarcely heed ing her own movements, she seated herself in the doctor's chair, and, leaning one arm against the tabie, looked: up into his face, saying, with a spice of her old manner, so familiar to him in the past :-—
‘‘Having forgiven me so generously, Doctor Heath, don’t you think it would be quite proper to shake hands?”’
He looked down upon her, «# strange light leaping into his eyes. Put he did not approach. He lifted a large, shapely hand, and surveyed it sorrowfully.
‘*It looks as clean as any hand, Mise Wardour, but there is a stain upon it.”
‘*A stain! No, sir. Do you think that { believe in your guilt?’
Again the quick light flamed in his eyes, and now he camea step nearer.
“Do you believe in my innocence?’
**Beyond a doubt.”’
‘“‘When I said ‘there is a stain upon my hand,’ I did not mean the stain of guilt. but of suspicion, of accusation.’
‘*There is no stain upon rour hand, Doctor Heath. What is this I hear about
your iney veu fense.’’
He smiled down at her.
‘*Il could make but that—"’
“And that?’’
‘‘And that, Miss Wardour, I would not make.’’
‘*Why?’’
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as imperious can only save myself giving -he real murderer up to justice. ’’ she on her feet in an instant, all her enforced calmness gone, unutterable misery in her face and voice.
Was
‘You know!’ she cried. ‘You! Oh! my God, what shall I do!’’ ‘*Haye no fear, Miss Wardour; have
rot f said I will keep my own counsel?”’ “Rut, you' You! Oh, there is-no rea-
son why you should not speak; you are sot bound! You are not—oh, what am I saying!’’ She sank back into her seat, panting and wild-eyed.
‘“Miss Wardour, calm yourself,’’ he said, gently. ‘‘I am bound. It is my pleasure to keep this secret. Listen. A short time ago I received a visit from my lawyers. They told“me--among other things, they thought it best that I should know—that you knew who did the deed, and that you would have us both saved, and guilty alike. Before that, I had determined to keep silence; now I um doubly resolved. For your sake, I will not accuse Frank Lamotte.”’
**Frank—you will not accuse Frank Lamotte? And for my sake!’’ she almost shrieked. ‘For God's sake, explain. What is Frank Lamotte to me? Of what ean you accuse him?”’
it was Clifford’s Heath’s turn to lose his composure. How could he. interpret her words? Was she trying to deceive him? :
‘*Miss Wardour,’* he said, almost stern- ly, ‘‘do you wish me to understand that Francis Lamotte is nothing to you?’’
‘*Nothing to me! the vilest, the basest, the most treacherous, the most abject of all human creatures, that is what Frank Lamotte is to me!’’
Uncontrollable scorn rang in her voice; rising anger, too. Hew dared he couple her name with that of Frank Lamotte?
From the chaos of meaning and mys- teries revolving through his mind, Clifford Heath seized upon and clung to one idea, held it in silence for a moment, then let it burst forth in words.
‘“‘Then—then you are not Frank La- motte’s promised wife?’’
‘*I! great heavens! no.
“‘And never have been?”’
‘*And never have been.”’
Clifford Heath drew a long, deep breath. For a moment a look of gladness beamed in his eye, then it died out sud- denly, as he said, almost gloomily :—
‘‘And yet, you have said that he must be saved at all hazards. Knowing his guilt, I still am here in his place.’’
“In his place, oh,’ she came toward | him with a swift, eager movement, ‘‘I begin to see! Doctor Heath, you think Frank Lamotte the guilty one?’’
“‘T know it,’’ grimly.
A look of relief came over her face. She breathed freely.
‘*You believe this,’’ she said at last, ‘“‘and yet you are here. If you have evi- dence against Frank Lamotte, why do you occupy a felon’s cell? Way not put him in your place?’’
“‘T have told you why. It was for your sake.’’
She lowered her eyes and drew back a little, but he followed her, and standing before her, looked down into her face with a persistent, searching gaze. ‘‘ You must understand me now,’’ he said, firm- ly, ‘‘when I believed that you loved Frank Lamotte, I said ‘Then I will not stand forth and accuse the man she loves, for—I love her, and she must not be un- happy.”’
A great sob rose in her throat. A wave of crimson swept over her brow. She stood before him with clasped hands and drooping head.
‘But for that meddlesome slip of paper,’’ he went on, ‘‘I should not have been driven from the field, and this creachery of Lamotte’s could never have been practiced upon me. D% you remem- ber a certain day when you sent for Ray Vandyck, and he came to you from my office? Well, on that day Francis Lamotte told me that you were his promised wife, and when Ray came back, he verified the statement, having received the informa- tion from your lips. Once I hoped to come to you and say, after lifting for your eyes the veil of mystery, which I have allowed to envelope my past: ‘Con- stance Wardour, I love you; I want you for my very own, my wife!’ Now, moun- teins have arisen between us; I can not offer you a hand with the shadow of a stain upon it; nor a name that is tarn- ished by doubt and suspicion. However this affair may end for me, that hope is ended now.”’
It had come; the decisive moment.
She could go away now with sealed lips, and it would end indeed. She could turn away from him, leaving happiness behind her; taking with her his happi- ness, too; or, she could speak, and then—
She looked about her; and the bare’ walls and grated windows gave her strength to dure much. Had they stood together out ander the broad bright sun- light; he as free as herself, she could have turned away mutely, and let her life go on as it would.
Now—now his present was overshad- owed; his future difficult to read.
‘‘Is it ended?’ she said, softly. Then, looking up with sudden, charming im- periousness. ‘‘You end things very selfishly, very cvolly, Doctor Heath. I do not choose to hare it ended.’
‘“Miss Wardour !—Constance !’’
‘“‘Wait; you say that your lawyers told of my visit to them, and that I would not have the guilty punished. What more did they tell you—about my doings?’
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why they told thus much."’
“Did they tell you that I learned, through a scheming rascal in the guise of a detective, that a plos wag growing against you; that I sent for Ray Van- dyck, and set him over. you es_a tem-
porary guaralany for Detective Bathurst, warning “him that you were surrounded by enemies. Did they tell you that, when I learned of your arrest I left ny place by Sybil La- motte, who is delirious and yet clings to me constantly, and came to them, offer- ing them all my fortune if they would only save me you?’
‘*Did you do this—Constance?’’
‘IT have done this. Have I not earned the right, openly, before all the world, to
be your champion, your truest friend, your—’’
‘“*‘My queen! my darling! my very own!’’
All his caim is gone, all his haughti-
ness of bearing; with one swift move- ment he snatches her to his heart. and she rests in his embrace, shocked at her
own boldness, and unspeakably happy.
Who dare intrude upon a lover's inter- view? Who dares to snatch the first coy love words from a maiden’s lips, and give them to a world grown old in love making, and appraising each tender word by its own calloused old heart?
For the time all is forgotten, save one fact, they love each other well.
By and by, other thoughts come, forc- ing their way like unwelcome guests.
**Constance,’’ he says, after a long in- terval, ‘‘you have made me anything but indifferent to my fate. Now I shall begin to struggle for my freedom; but—do you realize what a network of false testimony they have woven about me?’’
‘*‘Do I realize it?’’ she cried. ‘‘Yes, far more than you do, or can, and—you said comething about Frank Lamotte. Has ke aught to injure you?’’
‘*Constance, 1 thought you knew,’’
turning upon her a look of surprise. ‘1 thought you knew his gutlt. Who, but Frank Lamotte, could gain access to my office, to purloin my handkerchief and my knife? He had a duplicate key, and —-I found that key in the old cellar beside the body of John Burrill.’’
The look of perplexity on her face deepens into ons of actual distress.
Could it be, that after all, Frank had forestalled that other one?
Back upon her memory came his Words, **I can save him if I will.’’ Where there is room for doubt there is room for hope. What if another hand had anticipated that of the paid assassin? She resolved to cling to this hene with desperation.
If there was evidence so strong against Frank Lamotte, let him take her lover’s place. Why not? She began to see many things ina new light; she peered for- ward, catching a view of the partial truth, ‘‘as in a glass, darkly.’’ One thing was clear, however, they must act at once! No time must be lost!
She sat before him thinking thus, yet seemingly powerless to act ar speak!
‘Constance. Has the possibility of Frank Lamotte’s guilt overwhelmed you?”’
‘*The possibility!’ she exclaimed, start- ing up suddenly. ‘*No. I know him cap- able of baser things than murder.”’
‘‘Of baser things! My darling, what do you mean?”’
‘‘Don’t ask me now; there is no time to waste in talking of him; I am going straight to your lawyers this moment; I am going to send them to you, and you shall tell them every thing.’’
‘*Despot!’’ His eyes devouring her.
“Of course! Iam always that. They will say it is time some one took you in charge. Are you going to be dumb any coe?’?
(To be Continued.)
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