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pending «Se Say -Mrs. E. Bagot Harte. CHAPTER VI. (Continued.) “Hush! Here’s Sir George and Lady Ellingham coming!” cried some one who was walking in front. Instantly there was dead silence. What would they do? What would they say?—these two who ranked highest in the village, and whose words and actions were admiringly noted by all in the small world of Arlington. “I expeet Sir George will offer a large reward for the discovery of the murderer,” hazarded one of the young- er women. “He’s not one to let evil- doers go unpunished, especially when the victim belongs to the class as wants standing up for. Look! He’s turned as pale as death, and he’s ask- ing her ladyship to go back.” “He’s noticed the ambulance,” whis- pered excitedly another woman. “But her ladyship don’t like going back. She’s not one to leave him when there’s trouble in the air.” “She’s giving in, though, and turning round to go back into the park.” ““And he’s waiting there at the gates to ask the p’lice what’s happened; and between the color of his face gnd the color of the corpse’s there’s not much to choose,” remarked an old man. CHAPTER VII. “What has happened?” The inspector of police stepped for- ward to answer this question from Sir George as the ambulance was wheeled by. “A woman has been found murdered in the wood, sir,” was the reply. The words were expecied, yet they fell as a thunderbolt on the perpe- trator of the crime. What should he say? He must speak. He must say something, yet what could he say? In front of him stood the inspector, respectful and diffident, waiting to hear a horror-stricken re- ply. And others near at hand were listening, too, for that horror-stricken reply. All eyes were upon him, noting his pallor, his silence, his confusion. “How was she killed?” He jerked out the question at last. “Wounded in the arm, sir. If she hadn't been found in that shallow pit, well hidden under leaves recently thrown there, I should have had my doubts if it wasn’t a case of suicide.’ “Are you certain that it is not?” A golden thread of light flashed like lightning across the ebony blackness of Sir George’s mind as he waited for the answer. “Oh, quite certain, sir. Her clothes are covered with blood, too. She couldn’t have thrown all*those leaves over herself when she was bleeding to death. If there’d been just a sprink- ling of leaves we might have thought the wind had blown them down upon ther. But they were heaped up so high in parts that we’d a job to clear them off, I shall telegraph to Scot- land Yard, and they'll send down de- tectives.” “No, sir; nene. I took occasion just to feel in her pockets, and found a re- turn ticket to Dainton and a two-shill- ing piece. The ticket may prove of nse in tracing where she belongs to.” “Yes; and—but—what led to her discovery?’ Nervously Sir asked the question. “Ah, sir; that’s one of the saddest parts of the whole business. Her poor child, who seems a bit short- witted, was found lying alongside of her fast asleep. How he got there, goodness only knows! It’s certain he can’t have been there over long, or he would have been frozen to death. It’s very fortunate that a woman, who happened to be going through . the wood, chanced to come upon them.” “And where is he?” “He's been sent to the workhouse, and I expect they’ll put him’in the in- firmary. there and try to get out of him what his name is and where he lives. It’s pitiful to see the state he’s in, poor little chap.” “Indeed,” remarked. Sir George, scarcely knowing what he was saying. “But I won't detain you,” he added briefly. The next moment every one was moving on,, and again all were deeply engrossed in the tragedy. “Seems to be struck all of a heap, Sir George do!” exclaimed one man, looking around. “And ain’t we all that way?” queried his wife. “I know I'm a shivering as if I had the ague. It's enough to scare one to death, knowing there’s a mur- derer about these parts.” “There was a man killed Dainton way the night before last,” some one was heard to observe at this moment. “An old man, named Searle, was shot within sight of his home.” 2 “Like as not, Sir George has heard about that, too, and that’s why he’s so upset,” said the first man who had spoken. “That's it, there’s no doubting,” con- curred a male voice; “and now he’s turned round and is going straight to her ladyship to explain quietly what has happened.” t The surmise was right a $s George ! "it was to make the best of the very | der? Later on I shall step around j| | wonder and think? TI must get off, out worst that could have happened that Sir George was now walking towards Hilda. That worst had burst on the unhappy man with bewildering sud- denness, “Mine was indeed the work of an amateur scoundrel!” he thought, bit- terly. “If only I had left her lying across the path and exposed to view, the theory of suicide might have car- ried the day. But there’s no time now to waste on thinking of the past! Es- cape is the only thing before me. Once that idiot boy has lisped his name and that name is recognized as being also mine, arrest will follow. And af- ter arrest—hanging! No, no! TH clear off. Who but a fool would be- lieve himself capable of remaining here in the thick of it all and keep- ing suspigion at bay? Oh, here is Hilda, hurrying to meet me! That poor girl’s love kills me. Heaven help her if she ever hears of the iniquities of the man she now adores. Thankful indeed should I be if I could only make her hate and detest me! » “How greatly troubled she looks, just because she sees that I look great- ly troubled! Supposing one day she were to see me arrested? Supposing one day she were to hear that I was condemned to be hung? Everything will come out if the crime is traced! I to me! The whole world will then know that Hilda is not my wife and that her child must pass through life branded with the humiliation of illle- gitimacy. I must leave here at once! Aim at concealment by escape from England. Turn my back on all I pos- sess and, love—Hilda, our*child, home —all, all! “And it must be forever! All long- ing to hear of them and to see them again must be trampled under foot. But after I am gone, what will Ers- kine do? Play the scoundrel, I won- I’m leaving the field more open to him than I care to contemplate! Hilda and he must inevitably meet some time. She will be miserable at’ my absence. Then—oh, but it’s mad- ness letting my thoughts rush on like this! But if he were to tell her the truth—the actual, terrible truth? Per- haps he’s not the man to break a wo- man’s heart in efforts to gain un- worthy ends. Oh, the fatal ill luck, that allowed that first -wife of mine to continue to breathe! There were not two happier mortals qn the earth’s surface than Hilda and I until that night! And now? If only I could see her lying at my feet dead, instead of, hurrying to meet me, how thankful I should be!” “What was it, George—an acci- dent?” she called. Clearly her musi- cal voice rang out. “No!” “But the ambulanee—What was there on the ambulance?” He looked away. They were walk- ing side by side towards the house now, “Don’t ask, darling,” he said. “It was nothing tragic, George?” she inquired. “It was the victim of a murder, Hil- da.” Slowly and quietly the words were uttered. “How terrible!” she exclaimed, glancing at his averted face. “I. hope the man who committed it will soon be caught.” “Oh, yes!” he agreed, taking a rush at the steps leading to the front door. Then he strode through the hall to his writing room, locked the door, and flung himself into a chair. ‘ “Money 1 must take with me!” he mentally exclaimed. “Every shilling that I can lay hands on I must take. If any one had told me three weeks ago.that to-day I should be plotting to make good my escape from arrest, and that the brand of Cain would be on me, I should have told the fellow he was a lunatic and not given the matter a moment’s thought, and—— There's a ball ringing! The hall door, I believe! They can’t have already? Oh, no; it’s nothing, only the post- man! My nervousness is making a fool of me! But I must think of the money. It’s lucky that I have that hundred for wages in the house. Though a hundred is nothing! But freedom with it is a million times bet- ter than death on the scaffold with thousands a year at one’s back. Why did not I promise all that the woman wanted? Instead of—— “Where is the use of letting myself of England. How can I get to the station? I ean’t drive off and advertise that I'm trying to escape. No! I must wait until it is dark, then walk to Larton and take train from there to London. What will happen after Iam gone? Of course, my sudden dis- appearance will nail suspicion on me at once! If only I could know how much is going to be traced? But Lon- don detectives are the cutest of the cute. They are certain to trace the crime home to me!” Be, He sprang to his feet and studied himself in a mirror. “But I don’t look as if I were in- tended for the hangman’s rope!” he continued, thinking quickly to himself. “I won't chance it, though. I won't To-night sees me leave here forever! | it is Poor Hilda and her boy—how I pity] within the them! nile ckly I must g “Papers, and te ai let are better destroyed. I have sev | hours to do all in. Unless——” He e) g—lanced toward the door as he spoke. Thoughts of possible interruption rushed into his mind. That interrup- tion might take a terrible form. He would be equal to it! The next mo- ment he was crossing the room, a sec- Prostration and Made ef Mothers Have Been Saved From Nervous ion Irritates Strong and Well. W.L. Douctas $3503 $3:°°E SHOES. W.L. Douglas $4.00 Gilt Edge Line cannot be equalled at any price.. ond later unlocking the door. Up-| x stairs in case of an alarm at night, he kept a revolver. That revolver must be always with him now. | Since he was guilty, arrest would mean certain conviction. Conviction, certain execution. He, Sir George El- lingham, preferred death at his own hands. Therefore that revolver must be always kept ready—quite ready! Half-past four struck, and immedi- ately came a message from Hilda re- minding him that tea was in progress. That message did not lure him from his work. Another hour passed and he siill sat opposite his writing table. Torn-up letters filled the waste-paper basket at his side, and amongst those letters were some of Hilda’s—the few that he had received during their short, happy engagement. He had just re-read them, and with that re-reading there had rushed back into his mind a flood of tayntingly happy recollec- tions. Henceforward, out of the past, pictures of lost joys would, be forever passing with tantalizing cruelty before his mental eyes! In the lonliness of exile it would be torture. “Only one more drawer to go into,” he thought to himself. “When that’s done, what shall I do? I can’t re main shut up in this room any longer; it will look suspicious. And I can’t join Hilda and Audrey in the drawing- room and enter with requisite zest in- to the ordinary chit-chat—my face is too white and haggard for that. How shall drag myself through dinner, I don’t know. The bitter knowledge that it is the last dinner I shall ever have within these walls will cause me to eat conspicuously little! And that will attract Hilda’s attention confound it! But it is dark now. Why should I not start off at once? To leave just a message saying that I may not be home for dinner is all that is requisite to throw the detectives on the wrong scent and prevent their seeking me farther afield, should they come here. “Then with regard to Hilda?” he thought, wonderingly. It was a difficult problem to solve— how to lessen the shock of his de pockets, sighed, then leaned back. Say good-bye to her? No! She would ‘be too anxious to learn why and where he was going so suddenly. Write a note? No! That would assuredly cause her thoughts to drift into a.sus- picious channel at once, for great would be her surprise that he had not said good-bye. He would risk all— everything—leave in silence and §e- cretly, excepting for a message left with one of the’ servants. Were it possible to consult Hilda, she would of a certainty advise this course. She who loved him so greatly would only think of one thing—his safety. On the morrow there would be two inquests—old Searle’s at Dainton, and Margaret's at Arlington. Before these two inquests had takén place hundreds of miles must lie between himself and his home. He would go now. (To Be Continued.) Carpeaux’s’ Classic Group. The eccentricity of genius probably never had a better representative than the noted French sculptor, Jean Bap- tiste Carpeaux, who died about thirty years ago. ; He once accepted from a rich patron an order to make a sculptured group representing the Cyclops Polyphemus crushing the youth Acis under a rock. Carpeaux had no sooner accepted the commission than he regretted it, for the subject had no fascination what- ever for him. He put the matter off again and again, but was urgently pressed to begin it by his patron.» At last one day Carpeaux took) the impatient patron to his studio ‘and showed him a great rough block of unformed clay. * ¥ “There is your group,” said the sculptor. * “My group! Where?” i “Why, this is the rock.” : “That's all very well: but where is Acis?” 4 “Under the rock—crushed quite out of sight of course.” ' “But where is Polyphemus?” “Oh, he? 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