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I usei it 'eat surprise I FE “#8 7 £45,. E \imm 99 “Yes; he sklmlshed across the road right under the mate's nose. Luckily Denham and Rose Pilgrim were 1ndu1g- ing in a little privileged recreation and recuperation at the Latches, and witnessed the whole performance, else goodness knows how long it might have been before the accident was dis- covered. ” “He is really capital; he is wonder- ful considering the ugly rap he gave his head. His left shoulder is dis- located, but I expect him up to-morrow for all that. It would be a. super- human business to keep Felix in bed once he was able to crawl out.” ,uThat Wycherly boy was the cause of it. wasn’t'he"’ Hare?” Agnes looked at Hunter inquiringly. “Who is Hare?” he asked softly, bending over the bed. Felix considered a moment, frown- ed. and put his hand to his head. “I don‘t know, ask Graham,” he an- swered. wearily. Hur _ v .- vuw-Q “How’s Fleming?”f he asked, foldiné the paper, “I heard he had regained consciousness." "Quite safe. clear,” she replied, soothingly. “And Hare-what’s become of ‘ He smiled lndulgently and twéaked her ear playfully. “0h, Jack, I wish Felix could be told; it’s possible he could throw some light on it.” \ “This long sleep will do him more d than any medicine or anything the world, and when he awakens don't question him, it will only worry him needlessly." Felix omnzed his eyes as the doctor Spoke. and Sockcd anxiousy at Agnes. “Where is Paul?” he asked. “is he safe “I wouldn't mind staking my chance of getting married that she is not Mrs. Farley," she whispered, blushing a little, as she turned to the bed and gently touched the bruised temple. “It was, child,” he returned gravely. “I was close to him, and should have spoken to him, but when he saw me he looked coldly unconscious of my presence, and turned away as 11' he wished to avoid an exchange of civili- ties. - I raised my hat to Mrs. Farley, and she smiled and bowed most charmingly.‘-‘ “Then it wasn’t Paul!” she said, an ineffable relief dawning in her eyes, and the pretty peach~bloom re- turning to her cheeks. “My dearest!” he said, laughing softly, and patting her hand, “it’s a pity, then, you didn’t see him. In all my life I never saw a fellow look so ridiculously, so absurdly, so utterly and absolutely happy, satisfied and contented.” me a little queer. Jack, dear, Mr. Farley never married her willingly; he has been forced into it, and that’s what makes me feel ill.” “No, but 1 was surprised, startled, and coming on the tap of this accident to Felix. it gave me a. shock and sent “You are not going to upset your- self and make yourself ill about that young colt, Agnes, I should hope?” Agnes, feeling the strength in her knees gradually diminishing, sat down quietly on the side of the bed, and from thence slowly slid to the floor. Jack Hunter stepped lightly round the room, picked her up, and placed her in a chair away from the fire. There was no fear of her becoming uncon- scious. but she felt sick and giddy. terribly frightened, and looked death- ly white. For a while she did not speak. She sat still, staring very hard and strangely up at the doctor until her perception became clearer and the weak languid t‘Eeling had in a mea- sure passed. l w..-â€".â€"~_-.â€"._â€"â€"‘ ill “Positive. I was at the station this morning and saw them enter a first- class carriage of the London train. I was so surprised, dumbfounded, and taken back that I went straight to the Vicarage. saw Hay, and also inspected their signatures in the church register. Iâ€"good gracious, Agnes! Are you “Are you sure it is true. 9” she asked, in a faint voice. it waé Dr. Hunter who spoke, he was standing by the squire’s bed, his fingers on his wrist, feeling his pnlse. “Paul Farley was married to Mrs. Wycherly early this moraing, Agnes.” , :1 $11.1 slag F‘lemigg on on er ned to Agnes to follow {airs in the hull he toqld drive round by Wey‘ I’ll look after Hare,” (1. “Let me see this then get another good nd you will be compar- xded by tomorrow." the examination Felix :1is eyes. and appeared o comply with the doc- â€"-what’s become of is on th_e___ 1263512 “My little son had {a very se‘ vere cold. I was recommended to try Chamberlain’s Cough Remedy and before a small bottle Was finished he was ‘as well as ever.” Writes Mrs. H. Silks, 29 Bowling St.. Sydney, Australia. This remedy is for sale by all dealers. “I’m going to pay my respects to the ladies. I want to see Miss Judith, andâ€"oh, Sir Thomas, ask Mr. Farley it he knows who Hare is.” “I will if I don’t forget it,” he called back, half out of the room. “I’ve heaps of business,” and Hunter could not catch the end of the sentence, “on hand.” ' Sir Thomas made himself as happy and contented as a foot-warmer, a ci- 831'. and a newspaper would permit. “$1 upon alighting at King’s Cross he picked out a smart-looking hansom and drove straight away to the Pendennis. He was ushered into a. small, comfort- able, unoccupied coffee-room. and was politely informed that Mr. Farley would be in directly. However, he sat there in the fast-gathering dusk three- ?uarters of an hour before he saw the ,amiliar figure pass the window. A foot was heard scraping itself on the $311011; thence a light step__in "thy 2.50 train to take this estimate to Far; ley. I have one or two rather imer- tant items to discuss with him. and :8 it’s out of the question to bother your patient. Farley must come to the rescue and divulge what Fleming 1n- tanded to explain.” “It’s a poser! A curious conglom- eration of curious unlocked-for circum- stances, and that is the only confes- sion to which I feel inclined to pledge myself. I am going to London by the A light brown phaeton' and a pair of horses passed the library window on their way round to the front entrance. Sir Thomas plucked out his gold re- peater, opened the case, and snapped it to with a muttered, “Three minutes before your time, Birch. Better than three minutes late, though, my man.” “You’ll excuse me, doctor,” looking In the glass to settle his hat to a nicety and to give an upward twirl to the ends of his heavy, grey moustache. “but you know I am a bit faddy over horse flesh. It’s a. principle of mine not_to keep the beasts waiting.” 7 “Mrs. VVycherly was married this morning to a young man the i nage of Mr. Farley. Mr. Hay officiated, and assured me of the bridegroom’s iden- tity. I also saw their. signatures, al- ithough I will admit the writing of Far- ley’s name does not tally with this. Pointer, the station master, told me Mr. Farley returned last evening with Felix, and Mrs. Radler confirmed the statement by asserting that he slept at the “Popinjay” last night. What in- ierence is an ordinary sober-minded individual to deduct from all this?” “Married!” Sir Thomas exclaimed, “married to whom 1’” “To Mrs. \V'ycherly.” “God bless my soul! Don't make the boy out to be quite a lunatic. As if he would dare to leave my house and get married without mentioning it.” “A nice lad. that!" Hunter said; “and it does not read as if he were married." Dear Sir,â€"â€"N0 doubt Mr. l«‘1c~min:r acquainted you last evening mm the full cause of my absence and helped to arrange matters so that the new man’s instalment, will prove of the least possible inconvenience to you. My ostracism frets me more than you would guess, sir; I feel thrown some- what uselessly on my beams ends, and have ample time in which to regret my unenviable position, and any feel- ing of disfavor on your part ‘it may entail. If you can wire me instruc- tions I shall consider it a boon, sir, to be allowed to serve your interests while I am away. With regrets and compliments, I am, sir, yours most faithfully, Paul Farley. Jack Hunter tooked first at the 5 nature, and was not altogether s prised to perceive that the bot! da and light up and down strokes dad 1 correspond in shape and form with t cramped signature he had seen in t vestry of \Veyberne Church that mo ing. He turned back to the front 1).. and looked at the heading: The Pendennis Hotel, Southampton Row, 9 a. Sir Thomas Ifar'rrave Esq f “Well. you see. doctor, Mr. Farley is my secretary; he is in my pay, and while he remains in my house, I ex- pect the right to order and control his actions. Yesterday he asked per- mission to go to London, obviously to meet Fleming there on business. Of course, I concurred; the fellow is splendid, he works like a horse, and I was only too willing to oblige him. The result is. here I am with this con- founded estimate sent in of the Mill Cottages to look through and check. Why, I am as incapable of deciphering this inextricable confusion of drafted figures. and finding out whether I am about to be cheated or not... as I am of flying! If Farley had not been gifted with a sense of the fitness of things and written to me. I should be at my wit’s end to determine how to -et at him." 3 ' “Have you had a letter from him? May I see it?" he asked eagerly. “It came this nocntime, and you: are Welcome. I-') read it if that will give you any gratification," the bum- net responded. tossing the letter our to him. “How’s that, sir?" Hunter asked, smiling. THE DURHAM CHRONICLE. And in his clear, concise way, with carefully selected, well-turned sen- tences, he cleverly pieced the story together, each move on the chess- board of events fitting with fastidious precision like the trenchant even sides of a rich, skilful mosaic pattern. Sir Thomas asked no questions; there was no need. With his mind’s eye, he saw the long_l_ine _gg__Mrs, chherlz’s exe; on the arm of the baronet’s chair. “You know better than I what has taken Place in my absence: but I can show you exactly how'matters stand, and what the situation admits of." “I'll tell you all about it, sir,” he said, setting down the small remain-L ing quantity of his brandy and seltzerg water, and laying a thin, nervous hand Vii shve wanted you, Farley. what did she marry this Hare for?"r “You see, sir,” he said, drawing up a. chair, and seating himself close to Sir Thomas’s lounge, “from what you say this fellow Hare has evidently gone and married Mrs. Wycherly. I don’t understand it myself. but Mr. Fleming may have tried to st0p it or threatened. to do so; it’s just the sort of thing he would do, regardless of consequences, and hence this cruel, deterring accident.” “God bless my soul!” Sir Thomas ejaculated, without removing his gaze from the wonderful eyes, a world of agony lurking in their dark depths. “Why should the Wycherly woman want to make mincemeat of Fleming?” “Do you think that boy ran out of his own accord, or was he sent out, whipped out? Did she make use of that poor crazed little urchin as an apparently innocent means of procur- ing her pitiless, her devilish ends?" "Objection, Farley? I object to your being here. I don’t see exactly how I am going to manage Without you.” “Then I’ll have the same,” Sir Tho- mas returned complacently. “It was that boy Guy,” he resumed, “he ran across the road slap in front of the mere, frightened her into fits, and sent her flying down the turnpike like a rocket. Either the brute stumbled or the wheel caught the root of a tree,; caught something, anyway; the mare’s knees are pretty badly flayed, and the dogcartâ€"well, the cart’s a wreck; it’s simply in splinters. It will be solacing news for Fleming when he is well enough to hear it. Mercy the fellow wasn’t killed!" “Have you any objection to lug back with you, sir?” Paul taking a big gulp of brandy. “Was it an accident pure and sim- ple, or was itâ€"? Will, you have whisky or brandy, sir?” he asked, as the waiter appeared. “What are you going to have?” “Brandy,” he said, looking ill, hag- gard, and ghastly white. “I should say so; I heard he was un- conscious seven or eight hours, and Hunter told me this afternoon he had dislocated his shoulder.” Paul rose. touched the bell, and re- mained leaning against the mantel. piece. “Is he much hurt?” Paul’s voice shook, though he strove hard to steady 1t. “Fleming had a spill last night, rather a bad one; he hadn't a chance of explaining anything." “That's all right, you were here safe enough, but. the Weyberne folk have it you came down with Fleming, slept at the ‘POpinjay,' andâ€"” “But Mr. Fleming knows better, it was Hare that went down with himâ€" has he not explained matters?" “I can’t, sir. I came up to London yesterday morning, slept here last night, posted my letter to you this morning on my way to the British Museum. I have been there all day until the light failed, COpying extracts from some old works now only extant at the Museum.” “Yours. You and Mrs. Wycherly were married this morning. It’s no use your denying it, my boy, because Mr. Hay swears he married you, and Hunter saw you off at the station on the first stage of the honeymoon.” “Indeed! How interesting!” Paul removed his eye-glasses, cross- ed his legs, and contemplated the baro- net’s jovial face. “What does it mean, sir?” he asked seriously. “I don’t know; I want you to tell “I say, Farley,” he commenced with a. broad smile, “where’s the wife? Is she too shy to come downstairs." He spread it out on the table, pol- ished his glasses, and bent over it While Sir Thomas leaned back in his chair and gave vent to a sigh of re- lief, which, judging from its profun- dity, must have originated from the toes of his boots. He sat absolutely still and silent for fully ten minutes studying his secretary’s well-defined profile, and watching the shimmer of his smooth hair in the light, holding down a question which persisted upon bubbling to the surface, and, at last refused to be kept Within bounds any longer. “Whose wife ?” he asked, looking up with a wrinkled forehead. “Let me see It " and Paul gently drew the long envelope from between his fingers. “No, it’s all right, Farley. I had this estimate from Wiseman this morn- ing, and for the life of me I can’t make head or tail out of it. To begin with, I hadn’t a pair of glasses strong enough to magnify these miserable dots into anything like proportionate- sized figures. One wants to be young, alert, and pretty nearly as cunning as a wagon-load of monkeys to have busi- ness dealings with folks nowadays.” “I had no idea you would come up, sir," he said. touching the electric but- ton and letting down the blinds, “other- wise I should not have been out of the way. I hope the wait has not made a. seriousâ€"” “Well, young man!” Sir Thomas ex- claimed pleasantly, all his good temper returning at the sight of the dark, clever, helpful face, “a nice time you have kept me\ swinging my heels in this dull, dismal, solitary hole." fiTe'ci ‘Hafi, 3116' “Paul ‘h‘fi'fié '1’1'p 'fifs‘ hit, entered the room, and was mldway across it before he recognized his visi- tor in the gioom. fl asked, Fully guaranteed at Macfarlane’s. “Here, one moment, young man!” and Sir Thomas caught his sleeve. “I'm not accountable to Fleming for this, you understand. You must see him tomorrow yourself and argue the matter out with him.” “Very well, sir, I will,” he said, ntly disengaging himself and mov- 3 towards the door. “I will be down here in five minutes. sir.” ’ He returned in less time than he stated, a light leather valise in his hand, his dark’ eyes sparkling, his lips pursed a little with a faint tremulous smile. “Thank you. sir," be interposed, “I'll ju§.t__run upstairs and pack my traps." “I don’t know what to say, Farley." he said ruefully. “If you stOp here my affairs are at a standstill; on the other hand, Fleming is laid up and the knowledge that you were back in Wey- .berne might. vex and worry him past endurance. and after all you may be acting rightly in returning. Often when a danger is faced it dwindles into nothing, it,-â€"” Sir Thomas rose, paced up and down the coffee-room, his hands behind him. in the fullest and truest sense of the word, and I absolutely refuse to jeo- pardize the life of another so that I may escape \xithout a scratch. You Will 8110“ r to return with you, sir?” “With all ’ ‘ heart, I want you, Far- ley, but up on my word I don t nish to be the one to (hag you into danger." “The danger is past, the woman has gone. The idta. the suggestion of dan- ger now, max be the so ‘test,.-the silliest of delusions My place, so long as I serve you honestly and faithfully, is at VVeyberne Hall; my duty lies there, and Whatever shape it takes, even though it be a cross, I ought to lift it alone. Give the a chance to exhibit a spark of bravery, sir; give me a chance to show I have the crit, the courage. the Strength of character, to face a few heavy odds; don’t leave me ‘ here a shivering coward.” “Just so: and accordingly, neither Hare nor I have any right to make Mr. Fleming 'the scape-goat. Why should I hide and leave Mr. Fleming in the open to‘ fight my battles? I have attracted this untoward force of grave circumStances,‘ and I alone must abide by the consequences. No man is justified in making himself respon- sible for anorher’s action. This ill- omened accident shows me I ought, I mustâ€"it’s my bounden duty to insist upon standing;- severely alone in this crisis. Of the three I am the culprit. in the fullest and truest sense of the word, and I absolutely refuse to jeo- pardize the life of another so that I may escape without a scratch. You will allow we to return with you. sir?” “I am disposed to think Fleming is right," he said reluctantly; “you ought to lie low until events show how the widow takes her disappointment. She is bound to find it out. and bound to vent her spleen on somebody.” “Yes, it seems a remarkably sense- less thing to do. If you will excuse me,‘sir, l wiil pack my portmanteau.” Sir Thomas laid a détafining hand on his arm. “So the widow has gone off honey- mooning with the idea she is Mrs. Far- ley? Smart fellow that Hare; hope he knows how to take care of himself; it's a serious business for the young man.” crabIe acfio’fis Ulé'fifii'as If théy were pictured from a biograph. Now and again he suppressed a chuckle, and once he laughed outright, but he was grave, thoughtful. and duly impressed when Paul at. length reached the end of his recital. .’ Buried deep in our American forest we drake and stone root, golden seal, Oregon grape R. V. Pierce made a pure glyceric extract w over forty years. 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