7 4 TILLYLOSS SCANDAL.
BY J. M. BARRIE,
i ‘on ‘luded ;
ap ase weTson tO speak tO MayeErves, —— huaeorist, was James Spems, tthe the to sve him was Sanders Landd\s. ve me him at the foot of Tilivess, ~ Sanders passed him on the burging- Both were ordinary tper-
wnd prae. : : eps, ard they never distinguished #hem-
jwes again. it wes not his grave that made Hag- anumorist, but the gravestone. ‘Two
he had erected a tombstone +) the memory of his relatives, but it had sone struck him that he would some - pe able to read his own fate on it. Th ave is to the right of the entrance
sears earlier
the cemetery, and almost exactly viet the favorite seat known as the Bowe?, and being at the bend of the path ‘t comes suddenly into view. Haggart galked eagerly along the path, an erdin- ary man upon the whole; then all at once. , ee looked .... He lookea
: on. This is what he read ~~ This Stone was Erected ipy Thomas Haggart fo the Memory of Peter Hagzgart, Father of the said Thomas. Who departed this Life, Jdam..7, 1826. Alo here lie Jean Linn, or Magyart, Mother of the said Themac, Died 1828. Also Jean Haggart,,
Sister of the said Thomas, Died 1829. Also Andrew Haggart, ; Brother of the said Thomas, Died i8s:. Also the sald Thomas Hizuself, Died 1834.
a sat down on the grave. In ‘Thrums common folk were doing com- mon things—weaving, feeding the hens,
porridge, carting peats. “mes sat on the grave. In Thrums were thinking of their webs, of their
peal of their
dinner. of well-scrubbed Moods, hove affairs.
But Haggart sat on the grave, and a pot began to boil. He had tald us what happened. Down in his inside something was roaring, and every moment the noise increased. He breathed with difficulty. He was as a barrel swelling but held in br hoops of iron. He rose to his feet, for his tongue was hot and there was a hiss- ing in his throat, and the iron hoops pressed more and more tightly. Suddenly the hissing ceased, and he stood as still ae salt. The roaring far down died away. All at once he was tilted to the side, the hoops burst, and he began to laugh. The pot was boiling. Haggart was.a humorist.
As soon as he realized what had hap- pened Haggart returned to Tiliyloss. The first to see him was Tibbie Robbie, the first to speak to him was Williama Lamb, the first to notice the change was Snecky Hobart.
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I only undertook to tell bow Haggart became & humorist, and here ‘therefore my story ends. I have shown heavy a lamp was lit in Thrums, but not how it burn- ed. Perhaps if 1 followed Haggart to his end, as I should like to do, to the time when the lamp flickered and a room in the Tenement grew dark, some who have ‘smiled at an cold man’s tale would leave atear behind them to a weaver’s memory.
“Na,” Haggart often said, ““we winna towch the gravestone. It'll come im handy some day.”’
His humor, appetizing from the first, ripened with the years. For a time this was his comment on the tombstone :—
“Lads, lads, what a do we're preparing for posterity."’
Later in his life he said,
“It’s almost cruel to cheat future gen- erations in this way.”’
His hair was white before he said
“I dinna ken but what I should do the
: ew thing, and have the date rubbed ou 7
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vcice, he could add, | “Nethat it much matters.’
THE END.
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CHAPTER TF.
On a certain Saturday in June, year of our Lord 1880, between the hours of sun- rise and sunset, the town of W—, in a State which shali ‘be nameless, received two shocks.
Small affairs,, eoncerning sma) people, could never have thrown W— into such a state of excitement, for she was a large and wealthy town, and understood what was due to herself.
She possessed many sometimes « man came to his death among the pomderous machinery. N@ long since one “‘hand”’ had _— stabbed another, fatally;.and, still later, a factory girl had committed suicide.
These things created a ripple, nothing more. It would ill became a town, boast- ing its aristocracy and ‘‘style’’ to grow frenzied over the woes of such commen people. But W— possessed a goodly number of wealthy families, and seme blue blood. These were worthy of cen- sideration, and-mpon these calamity had fallen. Let ws read an extract or two from the W— Argus, a newspaper of much enterprise and exceeding veracity :-—
“MONSTROUS DIAMOND ROBBERY —BOLD BURGLARY.
“This day we are startled by the news of a robbery in our midst, the like of which it has mever been our fate to chronicle.
‘*‘When the servants at Wardour Place arose this merning, they found oconfu- sion reigning in the library, desks forced open, papers strewn about, and furniture disarranged. Qmne of the long windows had been opemed by forcing the shutters, and then cuttimg out a pane of glass, after which the bolts were easily drawn.
‘‘Miss Wardomr was at once aroused, and further examination disclosed the fact that her dressing room had been invaded, and every box, trunk and drawer searched. The beautiful little affair, which has the appearance of a miniature combimed desk and bookcase, but which comtains a small safe that Miss Wardour believed burglar proof, had been forced, and the jewels so widely known as the ‘Wardour diamonds,’ stolen. Quite a large sum of money, and some papers of wailue, were also taken.
‘*Most of our readers are familiar with the history of the Wardour diamonds, and know that they represented a fortune.
“The burglary was effected without noise, not a sound disturbing Miss War- dour, or any of her servants, some af whom are light sleepers, and they have not a single clue by which to trace the robbers.
‘*Miss Wardour bears the loss with great calmness. @ course every effort will be made to rewover the jewels, and capture the thieves. It is rumored that Mr. Jasper Lamotte, in behalf of Miss Wardour, will visit the city at once, and
factories, amé
set the detectives at work.’’ i for the |
This was shock mumber one public of W—.
Miss Constance Wardour, Place, was a lady ef distinction. She | possessed the oldest name, the bluest blood, the fairest face, and the longest purse, to be found in W—; and, the Argus had said truly, the Wardour dia- monds represented a fertune, and not a small one.
Emmeline Wardour, the great grand- mother of Miss Constance, wus a belle and heiress. Her fondness for rare jewels amounted to a mania, and she spent enormous sums in colleeting rare gems. At her death she bequeathed to her daughter “ collection such as is owned by few ladies in private life. She also be- queathed to her daughter her mania. This daughter, after whom Constance was named, added to her mother’s store of precious stones, from time te time, and when, one fine day, a bank, in which she had deposited some thousands of her dollars, failed, and she found herself a loser, she brought her craze to a climax, by converting all her money into diamonds, set and unsct.
At her death, her granddaughter, Constance, inherited these treasures, in addition to a handsome fortune from her mother: and, although the original eol- lection made by Emmeline Wardour con- tained a variety of rare stones, opals, amethysts, pearls, cameos, etc., besides the many fine diamonds, they all came to be classed under the head of the “Wardour diamonds.’’
It is small wonder that W— stood aghast at the thought of such robbery, and it is impossible to say when the talk, the wonderment, the conjectures, sugges- tions, theories, and general indignation would have ended, had not the second shock overborne the first. Once more let the Argus speak :—
“A STARTLING DISCOVERY.
‘“Yesterday afternoon, while the town was filled with the excitement caused by
of Wardour
the Wardour robbery, Miss Sybil La- motte, the beautiful daughter of our wealthy end highly respected citizen,
Jasper Lamotte, Esq., eloped with John Burrill, who was, for a time, foreman in one of her father’s mills. Burrill is known to be a divorced man, having a former wife and a child, living in W—; and his elopment with one of the aristo- cracy has filled the town with consterna- tion.
‘‘Mr. Lamotte, the father of the young lady, had not been from home two hours, in company with his wife, when his daughter fled. He was en route for the city, to procure the services of detee- tives, in the hepe of recevering the War-
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|*@our diamonds; both tis ssons were absent ‘from home as well. Mr. ‘Lamotte hae not ‘vet returned, and is still ignorant of his daughter’s flight.”’
Thus abruptly and :reluctantly ends the second Argus bombsixell, and this same last bombshell had been a very different thing to handle. Bs might have been made far more sensational, and the edi- tor had sighed as he penned the cauti- ously worded lines: ‘‘It was a monstrous mesalliance, and a great deal could be
said in disparagement of Mr. John Burrill;’? but Mr. Lamotte was. absent; the brothers Lamotte were absent, and until he was certain what steps they would take in this matter, it were wise
to err on the safe side. Sybil was an only danghter. Paents are sometimes prone
to forgive much; it might “be best to ‘let Mr. Burrill off easy.’’
Thus to himself reasoned the editor, and, having bridled his pen, much
against his will, he set free his tongue, and in the bosom of his family dis- coursed very freely of Mr. John Burrill.
‘‘My dear, it’s unendurable,’’ he an- nounced to the littl woman opposite, with the nod of «= Solomon. ‘‘It’s per- fectly incomprehensible, how such a girl could do it. Why, he’s a braggart and a bully. He drinks in our public saloons, and handles a woman's name as_ he does his beer glass. The factory men say that he kas boasted openly that he meant te marry Miss Lamotte, or Miss Wapydour, he couldn’t decide which. By the by, it’s rather odd that those two young ladies should meet with such dissimilar mis- fortunes on the same day.’’
Mrs. Editor, a small woman, .. who, from constantly hearing, and absorbing into the vacuum of her own mind, the words of wisdom falling from the mouth of her husband, had acquired an expres- sion of being always ready and willing to be convinced, looked up from her tea- pot and propounded the following :—
‘*W-what do you :s’pose she eloped with him for?’’
‘‘Maria, I believe I have told you frequently that there is no such word as ‘s’pose.’ I don’t suppose anything about it. It’s enough to make one believe in witchcraft. Miss Sybil Lamotte held her head above us; above plenty more, who were the peers of Mr. John Burrill. Last year, as everybody know, she refused Robert Crofton, who is handsome, rich, and upright in character. This spring, they say, she jilted Raymond Vandyck, and people who ougmt to know, say that they were engaged. Why,Ray Vandyck comes of the best old Dutch stock, and his fortune is something worth while. I wonder what young Vandyck wili say to this, and how that high-stepping old lady, his mother, wili fancy having her son thrown over for John Burrill. I wish I knew how Jasper Lamotte would take it.’
So, in many a heusehold, tongues wagged fast and furious; misfortune had smitten the mighty ones of W—,
} and brought them within range of the
gossiping tongues of their social inferiors; and, while the village oracles improve their opportunities, and old women hatch theories, the like of which was hever heard on earth, let us make the acquaint- ance of some of the ‘‘mighty ones.”’
CHAPTER I.
Wardour Place, the home of Miss Constance Wardour, and the scene of the ‘‘great Diamond robbery,”’ lies a little east from the town, away from the clamor of its mills, and the contamina- tion of its canaille.
It is a beautiful old place, built upon a slight elevation, surrounded by stately old trees, with a wide sweep of well-kept lawn, bordered with rose thickets, and dotted here and there with great of tall syringas, white lilacs, acucias, and a variety of ornamental trees and flower- ing shrubs.
The mansion stands some distance feom the read, and reached by a broad, sweeping drive and two footpaths that approach from opposite directions.
In the rear are orchard and gardens. and beyond thisa grassy slope that curves down to meet the river, that is ever hurrying townward to seize the great
is
mill wheels and set them sweeping round and round. The mansion itself is a large, roomy
' edifice, built by a master architect. It at once impresses one with a sense of its _true purpose: a home, stately, but not stiff, abounding in comfort and aristo- cratic ease; a place of serene repose and inborn refinement. Such, Wardour Place was intended to be; such, it has been and is.
Miss Constance Wardour, the domain and last of the race, is alone in her favorite morning room. It is two hours since the discovery of the robbery, and during those two hours confusion has reigned supreme. Everybedy except Miss Wardour, has seemingly run wild. But Miss Wardour has kept her head, and has prevented the servants from giv- ing the alarm upon the highway, and thus filling her house with a promiscu- ous mob. She has compelled them to comport themselves like rational beings; has ordered the library and dresing room to be closed, and left untouched until the proper officer shall have made proper investigations; and then she has ordered her maid to serve her with a cup of strong coffee in the morning room; and, considering the glittering wealth she has just been bereaved of, Miss Wardour looks very calm and unruffied, and sips her coffee with a relish.
‘Presently the door opens and a. lady
mistress of
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CiiLEeTs. & very mat awury, wien horta coni- plexion, restless, inquisitive, but good- humored gray eves, and plenty of dark crinkly hair, conibed low about her ears.
This is Mrs. Honor Aliston, a distant relative of M Wardour’s, who has found a most delightful home with that young lady, ever since the death of Grandmamma Wardour, for Constance Wardour has been an orphan since her childhood.
Mrs. Aliston comes forward, rather rolls forward, and sinking, with a grunt of satisfaction, into the largest chair at hand, fixes two gray eyes upon the heir- ess, which that young lady, perceiving, says: ‘‘ Well?’
‘‘Don’t say ‘well’ to me. I’ve just come down from the mansard,’’ gasped the widow Aliston.
‘*From the mansard?’’
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“Yes,’’ fanning herself briskly with the pages of an uncut magazine. Constance laughs musically. ‘‘Why,
Aunt Honor, you didn’t expect to see the robbers running across the country, did you?”’
‘‘Not I,”’ disdainfully. ‘‘I wanted to see how long it took the news to get te —Mapleton.’’
“Oh!” indifferently.
‘* And—they’re coming.”’
‘*So soon!’’
“So soon! and the sheriff, or constable, or coroner—who is it that make these investigations? He’s coming, at any rate,
whoever he is, with a mob at his heels. Who did you send for, Con?’’
‘*For Mr. ’OMeara, of course, would like to see Ray Vandyck.”’
‘*What for?’’
Constance laughed. ‘‘Oh, I am fond of Ray, you know, and I think he would offer some unique sug restions; besides-— dear me, auntie!’’ breaking off suddenty, ‘‘I wish this farce was at an end.”’
Mrs. Aliston’s gray eyes twinkled. “*Why, child, you may be thankful it’s me worse. Suppose—’’
‘‘Hush,Aunt Honor. ‘Walls have ears,’ yyou know. I have half a mind to take Mr. Lamotte into my—’’
“Constance Wareonr, what are you thinking about? ‘Ta-e Mr. Lamotte!’ that means Frank Lam ‘tte and Madame Lamotte, and that u.cans all the rest.”
“T said ‘half a mind,’ auntie. I don’t think the notion will ever get its growth. I think we will see the end of this affair through our own spectacles; but—hear that noise! Are they bringing 4 legion of people? Auntie, I don’t be- lieve you have had a ¢up of coffee yet.”’
“Don’t you? Well, I have, my child. Let’s go out and meet those people. They will bring all the dirt that lay loose on the highway cn the soles. of their boots. Con,’’ turning suddenly, “‘you don’t look solemn enough.”’
Without heeding this last remark, Con- «tance Wardour throws open the door, and passes out and down the hall te meet the party just entering.
There is Mr. Soames, the mayor of W—, very bustling and important; Cor- Liss, the constable, exceedingly shrewd in his own opinion, and looking on this occasion as wise as an owl; Thomas Craig, Esq., sub-editor of the Argus; and some lesser lights, who, on one pretext and another, hope to gain admit- tance and sate their curiosity.
‘‘Really, Miss Wardour,’’ begins the bustling mayor, ‘‘really, this is a sad affair! Must have given you a terrible fright, and then the loss!—but we will find them. Of course your jewels, such valuables, can’t be kept hid from sharp detectives—a—Corliss, what had we better do first?’ for Mayor Soames, like many another mayor, is about as capable of fulfilling his duties as an average ten-year-old.
Cerliss, however, comes gallantly to the rescue. He is equal to any emergency; there is nothing, if you take his word as proof, that Corliss is not equal to.
‘‘First,’’ says Corliss‘ ‘‘I think we had better—ahem— investigate.’
“To he sure—investigate, Miss Wardour, you have—’’
‘‘Closed up the disturbed rooms,’’ in- terrupts Constance, promptly. ‘‘ Yes, sir; I fear you will find little there to assist you. Nelly, throw open the lib-
mary.” =
The servant, thus commanded, took from her mistress’ hand a key, unlocked the library door and threws it open; and then the farce began.
If there is anything in all our dispen- sations of law and order that is calcula- ted to strike astonishment to the heart and mind of a foreigner; it is our off- hand way of conducting a police investi-
and—Z
of course—
_ gation. In other countries, to be a mag-
istrate, a notary, means to be in some degree qualified for the position; to bea constable, means to possess a moderate allowance of mother wit, and a small measure of ‘‘muscular christianity ;’’ and to discover a crime, means to follow it up with a thorough and systematic investigation. Such is not our mode. With us, to hold office, means to get a salary; and to conduct an investigation, means to maunder through some sort of farce, which gives the criminal time to make good his escape, and to permit tke newspapers to seize upon and publish every item, to detail every clue, as fast as discovered; all this being in favor of the law-breakers, and detrimental to the conscientious officers of justice.
In France, they complain of too much red tape in the police department. Let
‘them supply us out of their superabund-
ance; we have too little.
While Corliss ‘‘investigates,’’ the mayor delivers an impromptu oration; and Mr. Craig, of the Argus, takes notes, according to his own light.
Out of his inner consciousness, the
which CGor- and use as his
Argus man evokes an idea, liss is not slow to adopt own.
‘‘T suppose they will have a detective down as soon as possible,’’ says Mr. Craig, as Corliss lays one ruthless hand on an overturned chair. ‘‘If I were you, Cor- liss, I would leave everything exactly as I find it for the benefit of whoever works up the case.”’
Corliss slowly lowers the chair to its former position, and turns upon Craig a look of offended dignity.
‘‘Why, what did you supposed I intend- ed ta da?’’
(To be Con‘inued.)
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