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The Curse of the More-
f' lands.
BY LEON LEWIS.
CHATTER lX^Continutd.)
"Are you quite sure all the people who
sailed in the yacht with you from Cal
cutta are dead?" he asked quietly.
."Quite sure, sir, or they would have
turned up during my stay at Cape
Town!"
"That don't follow Dy any means," de
clared Radd. "Any one of the men in
the yacht, if saved, may have kept in
the background purposely, with the in
tention of watching you in secret and
seeing what you would dol"
The suggestion made Hillington so
uncomfortable that he could not help
moving uneasily in his chair.
"Did only your companions about the
yacht know that you were bound for
The Elms?" continued Eadd.
"No, sir. No one save Colonel Eidley.
He of course had conversed with me
freely about everything here. He has
even spoken to mo about you," and the
speaker ventured to smile a little queer
ly. "As you have seen by the Colonel's
last letter, I have long been his alter
ego!"
"But are you sure, Mr. Hillington—
perfectly sure—that the Colonel is dead."
"Absolutely, my friend—absolutely!"
"Did you see hi in thrown from the
yacht into the water?"
"I did. We were thrown overboard at
the same moment."
Radd started so violently that Hilling
ton could not help looking inquiringly at
him.
"It's (hose rats again," he Said, by way
of explaining his sudden excitement.
"But let us suppose that the Colonel
WAS
no more dead on reaching the water than
you were! Let us suppose that he
reached the shore, as you did! Couldn't
he have taken that later Peninsular and
Oriental steamer, and been here last
Monday, or five days ahead of you?"
"Why, certainly,"admitted Hillington,
instantly adding: "But I know he's
dead! There was no chance for him!"
The conviction of the bookkeeper was
of that absolute character which points
at least to a supposed certainty, and it
was evidently as agitating as deep, for
he again made use of his salts.
The curious gaze Radd had for several
minutes been turning upon the guest
had now become in itself a curiosity, it
was so knowing, so accusative, so very
significant!
He had dovetailed the fingers of his
hand?, and was unconsciously working
them in a way which showed that he
was \&ry contented—very!
"You (old me not long since," he re
sumed. "that the Colonel fell just as you
were stricken down senseless at his
feet."
"I—I did?" stammered Hillington,
with a start. "Did I say that?"
"And now you say you saw him thrown
overboard! Here is a manifest discrep
ancy. But of course," he added, sueer
ijngly, "you can explain it."
"I can. My insensibility was very
brief."
"I should say. so," remarked Radd,
still more sneeringly, "for you to h*ve
recovered your consciousness between
the moment when you were picked up
from the deck and that when you were
pitched overboard—^very short, indeed."
The confidential book-keeper whitened
at these words to bis Viry lips, and sat
as if stricken with dumbness, his eyes
staring as wildly as if he had seen the
accusing angel beside him.
"I—I don't quite understand you, Mr.
Moreland." he ejaculated, at the end of
a pause which lasted nearly a minute.
"No? Then I shall have to speak still
more plainly, in order, as I have suggest
ed, that you may tell your story in such
a way as to command the belief of my
sister-in-law and niece. Unless you can
talk to them better than you have talked
to me, they'll make you a great deal of
trouble."
"Of what nature, may I ask?"
"Why, they may say that you are the
Colonel's robber and assassin!" blurted
JEtadd, with the same audacity with
jiriiich he had previously talked to Vance*
Wyevllle. "You, the confidential" book
keeper, who has long known that the
Colonel intended to sail to America with
a couple of millions, and who converted
his fortune into paper money that it
migM be easily transported. You, who
told the Colonel that a score of the worst
villains in Calcutta had taken steerage
passage in the£V St, Q. steamer, with the
Intention of securing his millions at any
cost, even if they had to burn or scuttle
the shin. Yoq, who have had every op
portunity of conspiring with your fellow
clerks or others, and who may be the
chief conspirators of all the 'outlaws' and
'pirates' there are in the case, and even
have in your hands at this moment the
victim's millions."
These sentences, rapidly and sternly
uttered, had seemed like so many sledge
hammer blows upon the head of Agnus
Hillington.
He sat as if stunned.
Once or twice he put his hand implor
ingly, as. If to shut off the torrent of ac
cusations assailing him, but otherwise he
had remained motionless, so completely
was he taken aback by the logic and
daring of Radd.
"Yes, this is what the ladies might say
to you," added the crafty accuser, with
smiling triumph, as he remarked that
Hillington seemed barely alive, "and
what they certainly will say if I should
become their prompter."
The confidential bookkeeper from In
dia made no attempt to resent or refute
the terrible accusations Radd had heaped
upon him.
He had broken down completely, as all
rascals do when some superior rascal
shows them the flaws and inherent weak
nesses of their situation.
But there was such a significant "if"
In the closing words of Radd Moreland
that Agnus Hillington would have been
a poor fool indeed not to have caught at
It as a drowning man catches at a life
preserver.
"You—yoa don't mean to ruin me!" he
faltered, as wild of eye as ghastly of
rtien.
"Ruin you?" blurted Radd. "For
whose benefit, I'd like to know! For Mrs.
Moreland's? I hate her as I hate—as—
well, I can't give you any equivalent!
For the benefit of Colonel Barton Rid
ley? Not much, I assure you! The Col­
onel lias never boen of any more use to
me then one of those rats in yonder hall!
During all the time he has been in India
he has not written mo a line or sent me a
dollar. Iywas not at the wedding when
his sister married my brother. In fact,
I never saw lam!"
"No?" returned Hillington, with a
flush of intense reliof. "How singular."
"Not at all. The fact is, I was on. bad
terms with the sister, who rejected an
offef of marriage from me long before she
met Jessie's father!"
"Ah! I remember now!" cried Hilling
ton, looking more and more Relieved.
"The Colonel gave mo not long ago some
idea of these bad relations, or rather
this utter absence of all personal associa
tion!"
"Then there's no occasion for me to
gabble on the subject," declared Radd.
"The Colonel and his sister have left me to
starve all these years, and I'd be a hard
boiled fool to care a tinker's single iota
for what becomes of them or of their
money! If some Thug gets hold of them,
so much the better for the Thug, that's
all! Their fate is nothing to me—noth
ing whatever! Oh! how I hate them!"
Radd hastened to produce his bottle
of Yquem, with a couple of tumblers,
and drank freely, ostensibly to the health
of the East Indian, but in reality to the
tempering of his intense excitement.
"And now, Mr. Hillington," he re
sumed, after a pause, "let's get down to
bed-rock, as we say in America. Did
you write from Cape Town or elsewhere
to my sister-in-law about the terrible
fate which has overtaken her brother?"
"I did not, for several reasons. One
was that I was very busy, and another
that I hoped from one moment to an
other to have better news to send her.
Finally, when my worst fears were veri
fied, I concluded such bad news could be
best told in-person."
"That was well reasoned," commented
Radd, who thought a great deal for him
self whilo not losing a word his new ac
quaintance had to say. "But you are
not in America merely to report to my
relatives that Colonel Ridley is dead?"
"No, sir I have left India and the
East forever. I am here to remain. But
one of the chiof motives of my presenco
here remains to bo told."
He produced a photograph of Jessie
from one of his pockets, fixing an admir
ing glance upon it, after affording Radd
a glimpse of it, and proceeded somewhat
nervously:
"The Colonel has often spoken to me
of his niece, suggesting that he would
liko to see me make a favorable impres
sion upon her, as you have seen, in fact,
by his latest letter to his sister. Curi
ously enough, I have fallen madly in love
with Miss Jessie through this 'counter
feit- presentment,' which Colonel Ridley
was so good as to give me, ^nd I have
come here, Mr. Moreland, with an ar
dent, all-absorbing hope of being able to
make her my wife. She seems to be
very beautiful?"
"In her way—yes," admitted Radd.
"I could give you a curious point or two
about her, as also about the old girl her
self, but I won't. You'll be wise, Hil
lington—very wise—if you seek to make
a good impression upon that girl, and a
very fortunate fellow indeed if you can
win her."
"Then I may consider that you are in
favor of my proposed wooing?"
"Certainly—certainly!"
•. ... .. Vs
CHAFTKB X.
JTOREWABNXD AGAINST HOC.
E will now pro
ceed in advance of
the conspirators to
the retreat to
which Mrs. More
land and Jessie
had gone—to Egg
Island.
It contains a
dozen square
miles, andjs one of
the loveliest gems
off the shore of
Wisconsin, in the'
midst of Lake
Michigan.
Near its south
ern end, at some
distance from any
other residence, stood a large stone cot
tage, which was almost lost in a wilder
ness of wood and verdure.
Mrs. Moreland had bought the place
of the heirs of the original owner and
occupant, who had Jeen a misanthrope
of the most pronounced type.
On the front veranda of this dwelling
sat the mother and daughter, eagerly
watching a boat that was approaching
from the nearest point of the main
land.
"How slow he Is!" cried Jessie. "I'll
run down to -the landing and take the
mail from him."
She did so, returning in due course.,
"Five letters," she reported, "and one
of them is from Uncle Barton."
"Your uncle's first," was all Mrs. More
land said, as her daughter dropped into
a seat beside her.
The letter was quickly opened and
read, proving to be the one Colonel Rid
ley had sent from India. It had been
forwarded from. The Elms, it will be
comprehended, by Agnus Hillington and
Radd Moreland, after both of these wor
thies had read it.
"Oh, what good riew'S!"' w'as the moth
er's commentary, with streaming eyes,
when Jessie bid finished reading the
letter. "It must be! Your uncle is near
us, and may arrive within an hour.
What Joy!"
Jessie was too excited to speak. She.
could only throw her anna around her
mother and weep for very gladness
"But read the next letter, Jessie," en
joined the mother- handing it to Jessie,
as soon as she could master her emo
tions. "I do not recognize the hand
writing. It must be from some stranger
or new correspondent."
The letter was quickly opened, and
Jessie bestowed a few rapid glances
upon it.
"Why, it's from that famous Doctor
Robinett, who has been so often men
tioned in Uncle Barton's letters," she
announced.
"And the Doctor is In America?"
"Yes, mamma. The letter is post
marked Waukegan,and dated yesterday."
"How singular! Read, read!"
Jessie hastened to obey.
"Why, Uncle Barton has engaged Dr.
Robinett to come to America to treat us."
she said, after a few swift glances at the
letter. "We are to be his patients. He
says he has no doubt, from what Uncle
Barton has told bim, that he can cure
us."
Mrs. Moreland looked too startled to
speak, while Jessie herself seemed to
hang upon the communication precisely
as a condemned prisoner would cling to a
reprieve.
"And not only has Dr. Robinett come
to America," continued Jessie, scanning
the letter eagerly, "but he has purchased
the Whitcomb property, at Uncle Bar
ton's suggestion, and is going to take
instant possession, so that ho will be
near us,"
"But what does he say about your
uncle?"
Jessie's glances ran rapidly on to the
conclusion.
"He says Uncle Barton may be looked
for from one day to another," she then
announced. "Ho even adds that uncle
should have been here before now."
The joy this assurance ga.e Mrs.
Moreland could have been read on her
features.
"You see, now, what a glorious uncle
you have got, my dear chil'd," she mur
mured. "Not only is he-coming home to
spend the remainder of his days with us,
but his kindly heart seeks to relieve us
of the great shadow under which we
wore born. Ho has even a thought for
your future, as is indicated by this refer
ence to Agnuk Hillington, his book
keeper, whose photograph he has in
closed. You have not yet given it a
glance."
The photograph in question now came
in for an earnest examination, and such
was the impression' it made upon Jessie
that she shrank from expressing it, pre
ferring to get her mother's opinion bo
fore making known her own.
"Well, I don't like it," avowed Mrs.
Moreland, frankly, with an air of pain
and disappointment, in responso to Jes
sie's inquiring glance. "How unlike
this dark, mask-like countenance is to
the sunny, noble face of Vance Wye
villo. What do you think about it?"
"It certainly seems to represent a
strange type of man," replied Jessie.
"But we must not condemn him lightly,
the more especially as uncle's idea of
any sort of relation between the man
and mo is entirely out of the question.
I'm not at all taken with him. The im
pression the photograph makes on me is
a disagreeable one.
Nodding approvingly, Mrs. Moreland
passed a third letter to Jessie, with the
remark:
"This also seems to bo from a stranger.
What can it be?"
Jessie hastened to break tho seal and
glance at the signature.
"Why, it's from Mr. Hillington him
self," she announced, with a sudden
change of countenance. "He has ar
rived! He has been to The Elms to find
us gone. He.has bad news for us and
will be here by the morning train from
Milwaukee."
"And nothing about my brother—his
friend and employer?" cried Mrs. More
land, as the blood receded from her face.
"Not a word, mamma—not a word!"
The couple stared a few moments at
each other, with a vague but terrible
sense of evil.
"Something is wrong!" then said the
mother, with agonized mien. "Why
should this man come here alone, or even
arrive alone? And why does he speak so
vaguely? Why isn't he more explicit?
Why not give us some idea of his 'bad
news' at once?"
"I can only suppose," replied Jessie,
turning deathly pale, "that he cannot
trust his news to paper—what-he has to
reveal is so terrible."
"Yes, that's it," cried Mrs. Moreland.
"I—I fear the worst. Your uncle must
have died on the homeward voyage."
"Or been murdered for his money,
mamma," faltered Jessie. "Oh, what a
frightful mystery." ».
As was only too natural, the couple
broke down Completely with the flood of
fears and anxieties that canie surging
over them. ..
For several minutes they could neither
restrain their grief nor muster their
thoughts coherently, and during this
time the two letters remaining in ."the
mother's lap were forgotten, but at
length they caught the eye of Jessie,
who seized them with a mien lil^e that
with .which a drowning man clutches at
any object floating near him.
"One of them is evidently from Dr.
Robinett," she said, with forced calm
ness, glancing at the addresses, "and the
other appears to be from Mr. Wyeville.
Perhaps we shall soon know the worst."
She opened one of the letters, her
hands shaking with anxiety, and read a
few words with a rapidly swelling eye.
"Yes, it is from the Doctor," she an
nounced, with a sigh of intense relief.
"But what a strange communication!
Listen!"
And she read as follows:
Mrs. Moreland:
DEAB MADAM—I beg to add a few words to
my communication of this date. A certain
Agnus Hillington, who has been several
years In the employ of your brother, as con
fidential bookkeeper, Is likely to eall upon
you within a day or two with some very
startling declarations. You will please hear
patiently, with your daughter, all this man
has to say, but you need not believe a word
he says, and you had better be as much on
your guard against him as if you knew him
to be a knave or madman. To the contrary
of anything the said Hillington may tell
you. Col. Barton Ridley Is In the best of
health and not far distant, but reserves his
personal advent for the moment' when he
shall have fully Investigated and turned to
naught an infamous conspiracy of.
which he
has been the victim. Begging you, there
fore, not to be at all dismayed by the lies of
this daring criminal, and promising to see
you In person soon, In accordance with your
brother's command of recent date, I remain
faithfully yours, GEO. BOBHTBTT.
The brief silence that followed the
reading of this letter was as profound as
that of the grave,.
"Read that again," then came in a
husky whisper from Mrs. Moreland.
The daughter complied.
"Thank heaven for its mercies!" com
mented *Mra. Moreland, with a sigh of
relief. "I comprehend it all. My broth
er has been in some dreadful peril at the
hands of this Hillington. He may even
have been robbed of his yacht and his
two millions. But he is still alive and
well—and near us. He's working ID
secret to unearth an 'infamous* conspira
cy' and bring a 'daring criminal' to jus
tice. He is busy in his own way for the
detection and confounding of bis ene
mies, but he's safe."
She opened her arms to Jessie, who
threw herself, sobbing, upon her breast,
and for a few minutes they mingled
their tears in a joy and relief for which
words had no expression.
"But here is a postscript I did not
read, mamma," at length said Jessie, as
her glances came back to the Doctor's
letter. "And as is always the case, with
postscripts, it has its importance."'
The postscript was as follows:
"N. B. It will be well to give Mr. Hill
ington and his baggage a room at your
cottage, and to treat him in such away
that he will not suspect that you have
received these present advices concern
ing him. G. R."
"But why this allusion to his baggage,
Jessie?" asked Mrs. Moreland.
"Oh, it's probably because, as Is the
case with so many people, the baggage
of Mr. Hillington is the best part of
him," answeied Jessie, with an arch
smile, which attested how rapidly her
usual good spirits were coming back to
her. "In any case, we must take good
care to follow the Doctor's injunctions."
"Of course but what is that other let
ter? See what it's."
The romaining letter was opened, and
Jessie scanncd it hastily until she
reached the signature.
"It's from Mr. Wyovillo, as I sup
posed," she announced. "He writes to.
say that Uncle Radd turned up there al
most as soon as wo vanished. In fact,
he has taken possession of The Elms,
effecting an entrance by breaking a
glass, and is akmg himself quite at
homo there, lvlr. Wyevillo wants to
know if the intruder is to be left in un
disturbed possession!" N
"And that's all, Jessie?"
"All of a business nature, mamma.
The rest is merely a hope that we are
well and enjoying this beautiful
weather."
•Mrs. Moreland extended her hand for
the letter, and read it from beginning to
end, sighing profoundly when she had
reached the signature.
"There is not the least reference to his
recent proposal of marriage," she com
mented, while the light faded from her
eyes and the color from her cheeks, "nor
does he so much as express a desire to
ever see me again!"
"Well, he at least writes you, which is
more than I can say of Vance," returned
Jessie, with a somber countenance and
eyes in which had gathered a flood of
tears. "But wliy should either of them
write us, after all the care we have taken
to thrust them out of our hearts and
our lives? Men of that sort are not to
be trifled with and they probably accept
their dismissal as final."
She gave way to the violent grief
which had flashed upon her soul, as such
grief will come, at even the slightest
provocation, and her example seemed
contagious.
At least Mrs. Moreland could not re
frain from following it.
The rumble of wheels suddenly fell
-upon their hearing, and they had only to
turn their heads to see that a two-horse
carriage was appiroaching at a furious
pace, and that it was occupied by their
expected visitor.
"Yes, there ho is—this Agnus Hilling
ton, baggage and all!" cried Jessie, jvho
recognized him from the photograph
whitih had been sent her. '"Wh&t'k task
it will be to meet him!"
"But let us do our duty, as pointed out
by Doctor Robinett," returned Mrs.
Moreland, as she arose and led the way
into the house. "The very life and for
tune of my brother may depend upon
discretion. The fellow may be as dan
gerous as a tiger of his native jungles!"
CHAPTER XI.
A BAD SITUATION.
N a lonely grove on
the shore of Egg
He was interrupted by footsteps-be
hind him, and had only to turn on his
heel tb find himself face, to face with
Agnes Hillington.
"You can't Imagine, Mr. Moreland,
how anxious I have been to como
to you," exclaimed tho East-Indian
abruptly.
"There's something wrong, then?" re
turned Radd.
"Yes, everything."
"Didn't the ladies hear what you bad
to say, and give you a room, baggage
and all?"
"Oh, yes."
"Then what's the trouble?"
"The trouble is they're playing a game,
Mr. Moreland repeating some lesson
which has been taught them watching
and waiting hearing and seeing all they
can and saying as little as possible! Oh,
they are sharp and critical, as you
warned me they would be!"
"So that it was really a bore for you to
go into the. details of the Cape Town
tragedy for their benefit?" queried Radd,
with a barely perceptible smile.
"A bore? I would about as soon take
poison as go through another such cate
chism and commentary," and the East
Indian sighed profoundly at the recollec
tion. "With ail their nods of assent, I
saw that they did not believe a word I
told them!"
"Nevertheless the story seems to me to
be the invention of a master mind," de
clared Radd, thps treating it as a fable
without a shadow of hesitancy, "and I
am at a loss to comprehend just where
they will pick flaws in it. The
mere fact that Colonel Ridley has not
turned up here in accordance with his
avowed Intentions is a pretty good evi
dence that his homeward voyage has
been interrupted."
"And yet those ladies venture to 'hope
for the best till further advices'—their
very words!"
"What can be the secret of their con
duct?"
"The secret seems to be that some un
derhanded" game is being, played against
me."
"How? By whom?"
"That's a mystery. But I begin to see
and feel tna\ some one hostile to me is
operating to my detriment and disad
vantage."
"What proof have you of this?" asked
Radd.
"Why, the manner in which the mother
and daughter received all I had to say
about that horrible tragedy at Cape
Town."
"They didn't faint or shriek?"
"They acted precisely as if all I said
was an old, old story, which they knew
to be false."
"Ah! they did?"
The tone of Radd was grave, and his
glance singularly searching. He looked
as if the declaration of the East Indian
was a sort of admission which hardlkn
ized with some suspicion he had been
cherishing.
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comurrrsD.]
Wlwn It Waa.
Careful Housekeeper—Where is that
sheet of stieky fly paper I left on this
table?
Small Boy—I put it on th' arm-chair
in th' parlor. Youll find half of ft on
sister an' th' other half on Mr. Hug
hard.—Street A bmith's Good News,
ACCORDING to the latest official re
ports, our Indian population now ag
gregates 262,620.
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CANTON,
CANTON,
Island sat Radd
Moreland, a number
of hours later, or
just as night was
falling. He was as
uneasy as a fish out
|of water, as could
_ave been seen by
the ^nanner with
which he kept raising
himself out of the
grass and- bushes,
and looking in'tho direction of the More
land cottage, which was not far from
a mile distant
"Can he have fooled me?" he asked,
after looking at his watch ty?4ih. "He
told me, when he separated at the land
ing, that he .would come to me in an
hour
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If you call on him for what you want in the
machinery line he will treat you well and%
supply your wants according to hoyle.^'^
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ANDERSON BROS.
SOUTH DAKOTA.
Special Prices To Farmers, -fig
On a bill of goods. Oall and see him.
M. E. RUDOLPH,
Attorney
Law.
Practice* in aO the Court* of tie State.
Notarial and Collection Business gtren em
fnl attention.
CAKTOK,£ SOUTH DAKOTA.
Farmers Trade Specially Inyljftd. I
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$388'•'
SOUTH DAKOTA
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D. HYMER, PROP?|0FEM§
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barns In thlA state. Sale apd
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connection.
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