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CHAPTER XXXIII.
POISON.
Max had ridden down to Baiwash,
tied his horse to the iron rail protec
ting the surgery window, and was
standing with his back to the chimney
piece In the doctor’s sfiuffy little sit
ting room when the latter returned
from seeing his distinguished colleague,
as he termed him, into the train.
“You see I have lost no time.” Max
began. “Tell me what Sir W9’im
really thinks."
"He agrees with me," replied Doctor
Hopkins slowly. “Th&re is danger.”
“You told me there was danger," said
Max. with nervous Impatience. “But
what is the danger?”
"We both agree in thinking,” re
sponded the medical man impressively,
as he fixed his eyes on his hearer, "that
Miss Cowley is being poisoned.”
Max njjxfmg forward, alert, quivering,
his small eyes glaring, all the blood
gone from his face. "Poison —poison,”
he repeated in an undertone. “Oh. it’s
impossible. There’s some mistake," he
added, as if scouting the idea.
"It seems hardly credible, but it’s the
only conclusion we could come to,” the
d’octor told him. “An attempt to poi
son her has twice been made.”
"But think of it,” pleaded Max: “who
would harm her, who would kill her?”
Doctor Hopkins was about to remind
him that by attempting to shoot him
self in her presence he had injured her
health: but he forebore referring to the
incident, now that Max showed such
feeling and horror.
"I can’t tell you who it is that would
kill her,” the doctor said, "but what
I do know is this, that if anything
fatal happens to Miss Cowley, some one
will be hanged for it.”
"Good heavens! Don’t let us talk
of such a possibility. Something must
be done, something can be done, but
what it is. I am unable to think at
present. Help me —tell me.”
"I wish I had moved her away from
the hall after the first attempt.”
"It is a cursed place,” replied Max,
vehemently. “But cannot you send her
away now. It’s not too late.”
“She wHI not be able to travel for
some days, and meanwhile- 1 —”
"No, no, nothing will happen to her,"
Max cried 01R to interrupt him, his face
still white with fear. "Think of it,
man, how terrible it would be. But
something ought to be done at once.
The detectives? They are still hang
ing about the place.”
"And have not found out anything.”
“I will consult my father.”
"Fright will only make him * more
helpless still.”
"But I cannot keep this news to my
self: some one else must share the
responsibility, must suggest some ac
tion. I will tell Lady Bysshe,” Max
said, clutching at an idea.
On reachin the hall he found that
Lady Bysshe was with Edith; but as he
could not rest or think coherently until
he had shared the news with her, he
sent a message asking her to see him
a moment in the morning room.
With some premonition of evil she
hurried down, when the sight of his
distracted expression, and the beads of
perspiration on his forehead, confirmed
her fears.
"Oh, Aunt Margaret,’ he began, ad
dressing her as was his habit before re
cent events had bred coldness between
them.
“You have been down to see Doc
tor Hopkins?” she said, grasping at the
truth.
"I have, and he says—but I can’t tell
you: it’s too terrible.”
She began to tremble. “He fears
the worst for Edith?”
"No, no. We will save her. It’s this,”
and he told her all.
Petrified with astonishment and hor
ror, she heard him in silence.
"What is to be done?” she moaned
in despair.
"I suggested that Edith should be
moved from this accursed house, but
the doctor says she would not be able
for that.”
“And he is right. Poor child, her
strength is terribly spent from her
fight with the last attack, slight as It
Scciucu. Alid tG IciVc licit; migitt uni)'
be to avoid her murderer for the pres
ent.”
"Let us telegraph for Geoffrey,” Max
proposed.
"I would, but that the great trial in
which he is engaged begins tomorrow.
I know he would not hesitate —but I
cannot ask him.”
"My father ”
“As he could not help us, it would be
cruel to frighten him."
Max looked gloomily out of the win
dow facing him, whilst Lady Bysshe,
with her back to the door, faced a Ven
etian mirror hanging on the opposite
wall. As she inadvertently glanced at
this, she saw the door slowly open and
Urbano step softly into the room, pause,
and listen, his scarred face, if possible,
more livid than ever, his gleaming
eyes fixed on her, his distorted figure
crouched as if endeavoring to conceal
Itself.
Lady Bysshe felt that thrill of un
accountable terror seizing her, such as
some have experienced in the presence
of an invisible and ghastly being, and it
was only by an effort of will she was
able to turn round and face him.
"What do you want?" she asked
sternly.
"If you please my lady, I rapped
three times," Urbano muttered.
“You were not heard. Why do you
come here?"
"His excellency, the count has been
asking for his son,” he answered, and
with a furtive look he left the room.
"Has he heard?” Max asked, startled
by what he had seen.
"No. i was looking in the glass when
he stole in. I know not what must be
done. What we know must be kept to
ourselves, and from this hour you and
I must keep watch."
"I will do anything you suggest. Ac
tion will keep me from going mad.”
"My plan is this,” Lady Bysshe Baid,
regaining once more her usually com
posed manner. "I will myself pre
pare every morsel of food and every
drink that passes Edith’s lips while
you, hidden In the corridor, will watch
her room throughout the night. So
long as she is guarded in this way,
nothing can happen to her, and tt’s
Just possible you may discover the
fiend who would poison her.
“You are right,” Max replied. "I will
watch.”
"And mind, let no one know,” she
cautioned him.
"No ons shall know from me. And
now I will go and see what my father
wants.”
The count was seated In his own
room, his pointed delicate fingers pas
sing lightly over the raised letters of
a book, the pages of which he was read
ing aloud. He closed the volume on
bearing Max enter and looking toward
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you have been down to Baiwash.”
Max admitted that he had.
"I feel sure that, like myself, you
feel the doctors may be hiding some
thing from us, and that Edith's case
may be serious,” he said, his nervous
anxiety visible In his face.
"I had some idea of the kind.”
"And you went down to see Hop
kins and got him to tell you the truth?”
the count suggested.
"You are right, pater: that is why I
went.”
"Tell me what he said; don’t spare
me, for anything is better than the
suspense: don’t fear to frighten me,
for I shall be brave.”
Max was glad that his father could
not see his face ns he replied, "Hop
kins says there is nothing more serious
the matter than what Sir William men
tioned; irritation of the stomach, a
touch of gastritis. That is all.”
The count gave a profound sigh of
relief. "You have taken ten years from
my life, Sir William’s opinion can be
trusted. There is no danger. But I
was horribly nervous. My affliction
throws me so much' upon myself, and
I am morbid at times, like today, when
I have been entertaining all kinds of
suggestions.”
Max put one arip around his shoulder
affectionately and pityingly. "You have
been worrying yourself about nothing,
pater; Edith will be all right in a few
days,” he said with an effort at cheer
fulness.
That night when the household had
retired. Max unknown to all save one,
took his place behind the heavy velvet
curtains of the window at the end of
the corridor from which Edith’s bed
room branched. It was not until she
had received a signal announcing that
he had taken up his post that Lady
Bysshe quitted her neice’s apartments
for her own, situated a little lower
down on the same landing. The other
rooms opening from it were unoccu
pied.
Wrapped in coat and seated
in a chair he watched through the
night, listening eagerly, scarce daring
to move his eyes open to the darkness
less closed lids might induce sleep, un
til early in the morning before the ser
vants rose, when Lady Bysshe went
back to Edith, and his guard was re
lieved.
As usual he came down to breakfast,
after which he went to his rooms and
slept soundly, while it was supposed he
was reading for an examination. Sev
eral nights were spent by him in this
way without result, but meanwhile,
Edith rapidly recovered, so that the
date of her departure for Eastbourne
was fixed for the third time.
It was about 3 o’clock on the morning
of the day on which she was to leave,
that Max, who had not relaxed his
wutch behind the curtain, imagined a
faint noise reached him from the lower
part of the corridor. Instantly his
senses became alert, but it was not un
til some seconds had passed that the
deadly stillness was again interrupted
by sounds like the slow gliding of slip
pered feet over thick carpets.
Without rising he opened the cur
tains a little, but could not see for the
Intense darkness. Yet he could hear
slow and measured breathing, that
seemed to draw near and nearer.
His blood boiled in mingled wrath
and triumph, for he had no doubt of
the deadly purpose for which the
wretch was there; but restrainng him
self he waited breathlessly until he
heard the knob of Edith’s door being
softly turned, when with one swift
spring, he seized the scoundrel by the
throat and flung him to the floor.
No cry was given, no word spoken,
but the unknown clutched his assailant
with a powerful grasp in his efforts to
overcome him; turned, twisted, fought
and struggled with a desperation that
severely tried Max, until a door sud
denly opened and Lady Bysshe, wild
with fright, stood beside him. Then,
as the light of her candle fell full upon
the face of the man Max yet gripped
his fingers released their hold and he
drew back with a quivering cry of hor
ror.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
AFTERWARD.
Max cried out with horror when the
candle light fell on the man he held
pinned to the ground. For that man
was none other than his father.
Swiftly he released his grasps, and fell
back into the shadow from where, as if
In some dream of unsupportable an
guish, he saw Lady Bysshe, with di
lated and incredulous eyes, look down
Cholly—What did your sister say
when you told her I wan here?
Johnnie—She said, "Well, the nerve
of it!"
The Police Captain—Why didn’t you
tell the policeman on the beat that you
were robbed?
The Victim—l couldn’t make him atay
awake ion# enough to liaten.
on the prostrate figure at her feet; As
the count made an effort to rise she
drew back in loathing, when hef foot
touched something hard, and she
quickly stooped to pick up a small vial,
containing a bluish liquid, which he
had presumably dropped in the. strug
gle.
“Where nm IT' he asked in his usual
gentle, pathetic voice, while he raised
Ids guileless eyes toward the light.
“Ah, I have been walking in my sleep,
and I fancied I was attacked by a
hurgla.%”
For one brief second a wild hope
flashed on Max that perhaps this was
the explanation of his father’s presence
there; hut he promptly remembered
that when seised, as he was about to
enter Edith's room, he gave no sign
of being roused front slumber, that
during his fierce struggle he had care
fully refrained front betraying himself
by speech, and that a bottle had been
found beside him which no doubt held
stuff intended to do deadly work. An
overwhelming sense of shame made
Max long to hide himself where no
man might ever see his face again.
Though the scene had appeared to
hint to stretch itself over an intoler
able time, in reality it occupied but a
few minutes, whose intense .strain war
now broken by Edith asking in a star
tled voice: “What is that —who is
there ?”
Hurriedly rousing herself from the
crushing fear that had fallen on her.
Lady Bysshe replied, “It is I. Edith; I
shall be with you In a moment, dear.”
“Oh, Aunt Margaret, is it you? I
was awakened by a noise like a fall,
and I thought I heard papa’s voice just
now.”
“You did, dear. He came into the
corridor ta see that all was right, and
slipped. I shall be with you immedi
ately." '
As she spoke Lady Bysshe heard a
soft, gliding tread approaching, and
turning saw Urbano, fully dressed,
stealing from the darkness beyond. To
her overstrained mind his deformed
figure was crouched as if ready to
spring at her, while his eyes shot fiery
and malignant glunces at her, before
which she instinctively drew back.
Without speaking to her the man
whispered something to his master,
and quietly led him away.
Max drew a long breath. “I am go
ing out of doors,” he whispered. "I
need no longer keep watch.”
“Oh, Max, my poor boy, this is
dreadful —horrjble!” Lady Bysshe re
plied, in. the same hushed voice.
Without answering he strode along
the corridor, downstairs, and out into
the night.
He looked into the sky, which was
without cloud and was crowded with
stars that looked down on him watch
fully, like all-seeing eyes, but they
had no compassion in their intentness,
no sympathy for him being born of
such a parent—a parent he had all his
life loved and revered, but who was
Presently he began to think of the
last time he had been out at such an
hour, the morning on which an attempt
had been made on Geoffrey Bysshe’s
life and his jewels stolen. And then
his mind leaped back to the murder
of Richard Goffe. The same mystery
had surrounded them all, seemingly
impenetrable until now. Was it the
man who had succeeded in the first
that had attempted the other murders?
At this thought Max flung himself face
downward on the frost-bound earth
and grovelled there in despair, while
the stars slowly faded and a ghastly
gray light crept over the silent world.
It was early in the morning when,
shivering from cold and weary from the
miles he had trudged, he returned to
the hall, a place which henceforth must
be full of horrors for him; a house he
must no longer regard as his home. He
crept through the shadowy rooms and
up the stairs stealthily as a culprit, and
got into bed, where, worn out, he fell
into a restless, dream-haunted, harass
ing sleep from which he could not es
cape until late. Then he woke sudden
ly, with a heavy, undefined fear press
ing on him, and remembered all.
When he entered the breakfast room
he saw that nothing had been touched
on the table. As he poured out his
coffee the butler came in looking placid
and important as usual. "All alone this
morning, sir?” he remarked.
"So it seems,” Max answered.
"Her ladyship is having her break
fast in her rooms. Caught a cold, it ap
pears. Her maid tells me the journey
to Eastbourne is postponed. Very un
fortunate, sir."
"Very.”
"And I’m sorry to say the count is
not well. Urbano sent for Dr. Hopkins
the first thing this morning. He’s Just
gone, sir; says there's nothing particu
lar the matter with the count, sir. In
my opinion it’s the hard weather that
tells on us all, sir.”
"Very likely, Roberts. If her lady
ship wants me I shall be in the library."
"Yes, sir. Hope you’re not unwell,
ai**; you have ealefi nothi” <r .' '
"I have slept too long to have an ap
petite,” Max replied as he left the
room.
All that miserable day he remained in
the library.
At lunch he was again alone, and as
the butler had no news for him he re
mained silent. The meal was oppres
sive, and he was glad to get back once
more to the library.
When daylight began to fade he went
into the and remained there, wan
dering disftactedly about until dinner
time. On his return he was told that
the doctor had paid his father a second
visit. To save appearances he hurried
toward the count’s room, hut Instead of
entering it went to his own. He could
not, he told himself, ever look on his
father’s face again.
Though his brain was burning with
shame, and his heart burled in a sea
of blackness, he felt obliged . to go
through the usual routine of petty ob
servances, Just as if his life had not
been wrecked. So he dressed and went
down to dinner, where he was again
alone. That night he tossed and turned
in his feverish bed his eyes were open
to the terrible darkness, his brain
seething with horrible reflections. It
seemed as if he had been asleep hut a
few moments when he was awakened
by Roberts, whose face was unusually
solemn.
“What Is the matter?” Max gasped.
Innumerable fears tearing at his mind.
“The count, sir ” the butler began,
then Interrupted himself with a cough.
"What is it—quick, man.”
” is dead, sir."
Max fell back on the pillow from
which he had risen, while a sense of
profound relief came over him. In
stantly he concluded that his father
had committed suicide as the only es
cape from intolerable shame, and, it
might be, from detection of his past
crimes. Vile as his sins were. Max
pitied him from his heart.
When dressed Max did not venture
near his father's room but went
straight to the library, where he was
told Lady Bysshe was waiting to see
the doctor, who was yet with the de
ceased.
She was seated. In an attitude of
fatigue as he entered and her haggard
and distressed appearance struck him.
Yet her sadness seemed to lift as she
spoke to Max.
"So he has passed away,” she said,
and though her voice expressed no re
gret it was not without a tinge of mel
ancholy. 1
"Yes, he has gone," Max replied. '
Their eyes met and each read what
the other thought—that the count had
taken his life.
(Conti Next Week.) M
Settling a Strike in Mcxteo.
"Strikes are unknown in the Mexican
mines,” said Dr. Frank J. Toussant
In speaking about conditions in Mex
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his time. "While down on my recent
trip to Huepac, Sonora, I heard of an
attempt to strike. The men. urged on
by a number of agitators, formulated
a protest against their hours and
wages and threatened to go out on a
strike if their demands were not com
plied with. The operators scarcely
had time to look over the demands
made by their men, when word came
from the government in Mexico City to
arrest agitators immediately. Those
who hailed from the states were un
ceremoniously deported and the Mex
ican miners who had been led by these
unionizers went back to. their work, or
to speak more properly, they continued
their work, as they hud not yet quit
work.
"To get a mining claim in Mexico is
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have to do is to find some stone, tree
or other mark, then draw an imaginary
line around as much of a tract as you
want and then make your denounce
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The plot which he prepares, now goes
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pqual to about $lO for a parcel of land
the size if a city block. This tax must
be paid annually, and as long as you dc
this, you will be considered the owner
of that claim.’’
Had to Be.
Life: Wltherby—That chap I’m go
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Mrs. Wltherby—Well, I can’t help it.
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fj / • .» hMßaan and are of greater intrinsic Talus than any other *8,50 shoe
ff vHßpt on the market to-day, and why tlia sales tor the year ending
/ pr*g& m $6,263,0*0.00.
R r : i W. L. Douglas guarantees their value by stamping hjs naur.
w) ~ y end price on the Wtom. lxx>k for U-take no^siilMWitiite.
3 b' <§£■ ‘ if* Sold by shoe dealers everywhere, fait iolor tyeieU used
K A Superior In Fit, Comfort and Wear.
» L ffli wffi \ “ /*««>« worn W.LDouglcu fS.M Meet for the lout twelve titan
vS /V ffLl ¥-*■'■& with abwlute taHtfaction. I find them ouverxyr in fitfoinjori
Q J wWT • ffjnl \- and wear to other! eottmo from fh.oo to f!.00.
Y> ’ /jPfSm Aljlff 1 H. S. MeCITB, Dept. Coll.. U.B. Int. Revenue, Richmond, la.
''Hi i W. 1,. Dotiglaa uaea Corona Coltakln In hit *11.50
lfl shoes. Coruna Colt la coucedcd to l»e tha finest
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