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The Yakima Herald.
TIK mim W AIAISOI CAl^CmKiim.
A young English fellow, mOsd Paterson, wto
amaaadblmasl/ by traveling, to oid colonist,
fall of reminiscences Of the old dtji, w hen,
“by gad, dr. w* hadn't a (w lamy m Um
whols of Malboarna," and earsral other peo
pi* eemptoasd lb* party. They had all goo*
0S lola billiard room, and toft Madge In
tor comfortable chair, half asleep
Suddenly, aka atartad u eh* baard a atap
behind bar, and turning, aaw (tel Rawlins. In
th# neatest of black gowns, with a coquettish
whit* cap and apron, and an open book. Th*
fact la, Madga had been ao delighted with
Sal tor saving Brian’s Ilf a that aha bad taken
bar Into bar service aa maid. Mr Prettlby
had off and strong opposition at flnt that a
taOoa woman Ilk* Sal aboold be near bia
daughter; bat Madga datermlnad to raaeo*
tha unhappy girl from tta* Ilf* of ala aba waa
landing, and ao at laat ha reluctantly coo
aantad. Brian, too, bad objected, bat altt
mately yielded, aa b* aaw that Madga had
aat bar baart on It Mother Oattaranlpa ob
jected at Um, characterising the whole affair
aa “Worsted ’umbug.” bat aba, Ukewlae. gar*
In, and Sal became maid to Miaa Prettlby,
who Immediately aat to work to remedy Sal's
(tefactira education by teaching bar to road.
Th* book ahebaid In her hand waa a epaUlng
book, and tbla aba bonded to Madga
“I think I know* It new, into,* aba mid,
reepectfully. aa Madga looked op with a
“Do yon. Indeed I” aald Madga, gayty.
“Too will be able to read In no time, Sal*
“Read thief aald Sal, touching “Tristan i
A Romance, by See,*
“Hardly f aald Madga, picking It op with
a look of contempt “1 want you to loam
English, and not a confusion of tongooa like
thla thing. Bat lt% toe bet to do Isaacna,
Bal," aba went on, loaning back In bar aaat,
“so gat a chair and talk to an*
Bal compiled. and Madge looked oat on the
brilliant Sower bade, and at tha block ohadow
of tba tall witch aim which grew on on* aide
of th* lawn. She wanted to aok a certain
qnaatl— of B*l, and did not know bow to do
It The mood in am and Irritability of Brian
bad troubled bar rary much of lata, and,
with tha quick I not! net of bar aax. she
ascribed it Indirectly to th* woman who bad
died In the back alum. Anzioos to abac* hla
trouble* end lighten hla burden, aba deter
mined to aak Sal about thla mysterious wo
man, and find out, if possible, what secret
had been told to Brian, which affected him
ao deeply.
“Sal,” aba aald, after a abort pause, turn
ing bar clear gray ayoa on th* woman, “I
rant to aok you something*
The other oblrerad and turned pale,
“About—about thatf
Madge nodded.
Bb* hesitated for a moment, and than
Bang herself at th* feat of her mistress
“I will tell you,”aha cried. “You bar*
been kind to ms, an* hare a right to know. I
will tell you all I know.”
“Then.* asked Madge, (Irmly, aa ah*
clasped her hand* tightly together, “who waa
this woman whom Mr. ffltagarald wont to
at*, and where did aba oops fromf
•Oran’ ao’ roe found bar on* evenin’ In
Utile Bourk* street,* answered B*l, "just
near th* theatre She waa quit* drunk an*
we took her bom* with aa*
“How kind of yon.* said Madga
•Oh. It wasn't that,” replied th* other
dryly “Oran’ wanted bar cloth**; aba was
awful swell dressed "
“And she took th* cloth**—bow wlekadl”
“Any oo* would bar* don* It down oor
way.” answered B*l, indifferently, “bat
Urea' changed her mind whet she got her
home 1 went out to get eome gin for Oran*,
and when I cam* back eh* was hoggin* and
klssln' th* woman.”
"Bb* recognised her?"
“Yee, 1 ■’pose eo." replied B*l, “an’ BUI
mornio’. when the lady got square, the made
a grab at Gran', an* hollared oat, *1 was
•iNoin' toeeeyoo.'”
• And tbenr
•Gran’ chocked me oat of Mm room, an'
they had a long Jaw; and than, whan 1 come
lack. Uraa* tells me the lady la a*olo' to
May with os Vaasa ah* was ffl, and aent me
for Mr. Whyte."
■•And be camef
•Oh. yee—often.* said Sal “He kicked
up a row when be drat turned op, bat when
he found she was 111, seat a doctor, bat it
enrol no good. She was two weeks with
u4, and then died the moraln’ she saw Mr.
Fitzgerald.”
••I nippoae Mr. Whyte was la the habit of
talking to this woman r
•Loto," returned Sal; “hat be always
tumed Oran’ an' 1 oat of the room afore he
started."
“And*'—hesitating—“did yon ever over
bear oae of these oonveraatiooer
“Yes—one,” answered the other, with a
nod. “I got riled at the way be cleared os
oat of oar room, and ones, when he that the
door and Gran’ want off to got soma gtn, 1
mt down at tha door and listened. Ha
wanted her to give up some papers, and Mm
wouldn't Bba said she’d die first Bat at
last he got ’em. and took Vm away with
him.*
•‘Did you saa thsmP aakad Madge, as the
assertion of Oorby that White had base
murdered for certain papers flashed across
her mind.
“Rather," said tel “I was looking through
a bole In the door, an* abe takas’em from un
der her pillar, an* V takes 'em to a table,
where the candle was, an* looks at ’em—they
were In a Largs blue envelops, with writing on
It in red Ink-then be puts 'em In hie pocket,
and ah* sings out: •Yon’ll loss •am,’ an* V
says ‘No. 11l always have ’em with me, an*
If •* wants ’em VU bare to kill ms fast afore
befits’em. 1 *
“And you did not know who the man was
to whom tbs papers wars of snob impor
“No, 1 didn’t; they never said no names.*
“And when was it Whyte got tbs papers?"
"About a wsek before ho was murdered,*
said Sal after a moment’s thought “An 1
after that ha never turned op again. She
kept watching for him night on* day, ah’
Vans* bo didn't com# got mad at him. I hear
her oayin*. ‘You think yoa*vadoae with ma,
my gentleman, an' leaves me here to die, hat
m spoil your little game,’an* then she wrote
that letter to Mr Fttogarald and 1 brought
him to her. as you know *
“Tea, yea," said Madge, rather Impatiently.
“I hoard all that at the trial, bat what eon
vernation passed between Mr. FiUgereld and
this woman? Did voa bear Itf
"Bits of ft," replied the other. “I didn’t
split in court. Vaasa I thought tbs lawyer
would be down on me for listening. The fast
thing 1 heard Mr. Fltoferald sayln’ was,
’You’re mad—lt ain’t tons,’ on’ Asm, Wetp
BBS God, It la; Whyte’s gat tha proof.’oaf
then be sings out, *My poor girt,’ an* tea sm,
•Will you marry her nowf and mb be. ’I wffl;
I love her more than ever,’ and than Mi
■abas a pah at him. aad em. ’■pile hie gams
IfyoamMyaad am to. 'What’s ysr namef
“Wbatr asked Madga, braathlaady. •
“Rosanna Moorer
Thor* was a tears anlamatiaa a* lalmld
tea aama, aad taming around quickly Madge
found Brian heading baaida bar, pals as
death, with his ayes find on tbs woman,
who had rlma to bar fool
“GaonTte said sharply.
“That* all I know,* ma replied in a sullen
Briaa gave a Mgfa of retef.
I Sol looked at him far a moment and than
Claimed at bar mlstrem, who nodded to bar
■a a sign that Mm might withdraw. Sha
ptofcad up bar book, and with another sharp
inquiring look at Brian, turned and walkoi
■lowly Into tha boom
* OHAFTBB IIU.
a uroim or rrm
After Bal tad mulshed Into th* horn*
Brian mak Into a chair tated* Madga. with a
weary sigh. Ba waa In riding dram, which
toeamanto stalwart figure well, and looked
i mini balilj Imalsrsm hot HI and worried.
- Who* on earth were yoa asking the* girl
aboatr ta add abrupt*. taking hla hat off,
and
then taking Brian's two strong hands la her
cam, looked steadily Into hit frowning face,
“Why dent you trait maP sba aakad in a
qolet torn
r~- ~ • ■b<nld.*b,
lomnd moodily “Th* am tbrt Bo
—— Moor, told mo oo her dmthbod U
oouitnt tbto* would iaoMll joo toknow
“1» It ohoot ntoT to. ponieted.
“I, k, and l» to m*.- ho onewond oplgmm
motioolly
-1 -ip?om thot mu thot l» la ibM •
third ponOß tod ooootou mo," eho Mid
cadmly, ralsaalng hla ifMb
-WaU, yes.* Impattontly striking hla boat
with his riding whip; “But It to nothing that
can barm you os long os you do not know It,
botOod balp you aboold any oo* tell It to
you, for It would embitter yoar Ufa"
“My Ufa being so mry *w**t now," an
swered Madga, with a tight snaar “You or*
trying to pot oot a fir* by pouring oil oo it,
and what you my only make* m* mar* de
termined to lean what It to.”
“Madge. I Implore you oot to persist la
this foolish cariosity I tell you candidly
that 1 did learn something from Rosanna
Moore, and It concerns yon. but only Indl
redly through a third person. But It would
do oo good to reveal it. and would ruin
both our Uvea”
Bb* did not answer, but looked straight ba
for* her into the glowing sunshine.
Brian fall oo his knees beside her, and
stretched out his bands with an entreating
my darling.” to cried, sadly, “cannot
you trust msl The love which bos stood such
■ test as your* cannot fail like thla Let ma
hear .the misery of knowing It alone, without
flighting your young Ilf* with the knowl
edge of it I would tell you If I could, but,
Uod belp me. I cannot- 1 cannot,” and to
buried bia face In bto banda
Madge dosed her mouth firmly, and
tooebed bis comely bead with her cool,
white fingers There was a struggle going
oo Id has breast between bar feminine
curiosity and bar love for th* man at her
feet—tb* latter conquered, and she bowed
her hv«d over hla
“Brian," eh* whispered softly, “tat It be as
you wish I will never again try to learn this
secret, since you do oot desire it*
U* arose to his feet, and caught bar In bis
strong anna with a glad smile
“My dearest r he said, kissing her passion
ately. and than for a few momenta neither of
them spoke -W* will begin a new Ufa,” to
said, at length. “W* will put the md past
away from aa and only think of It aa a
dream.”
“But tb* aacrat wfl] etlll fret you,” ah*
murmured.
“It will wear away with time and with
change of eeeoe,* be answered sadly.
“Change of aoanar aha repeated In a
startled ton* “Are you going awayp*
“Yea. 1 have told my station, aad will
leave Australia forever during tha next tiaras
month**
“And wtoara are yoogoingf aakad tha girl,
rather bewildered.
“Anywhere." be said, a little bitterly “I
am going to follow the example of Cain, aad
bo* wanderer on the face of tha earth.*
"Aioaef*
“That is what 1 have come to me you
about, * mid Bnan, looking steadily at her.
“1 have come to ask you if you will marry
me at ooo*. and wo will leave Australia to
gether*
She hesitated.
“1 know it is asking a great deal.* be said,
hurriedly, “to leave your friends, your po
Melon, and"—with hesitation-"your father;
hot think of my life without you—think bow
loaaty I shall be wandering round the world
by myself, bat you will oot desert me now 1
have so much need of you—you will DOOM
with me and be my good angel la tha future
ao you have been in the pastf
She pot her band on his ana. and looking
at him with bar clear, gray eyas, said—
“ Year
“Thank God tor that," aald Brian, rever
se tly and there was again siiaooa
Thao they mt down and talked about their
plana, aad built oastlea la the air. after tha
Caahioo of lovora
“1 wonder what papa will say r observed
Madge, idly twisting bar engagement ring
round and round.
Brian frowned, and a dark look pamad ovar
hiafaoa
“I suppose 1 mast apeak to him about itf
bo aald at length, reluctantly
“Tea, of courser the replied, lightly “It
Is merely a formality; still, one that mast be
observed.”
“And where is Mr. Frettibyf asked Fits
gerald. rising.
“In the billiard room,* Mm answered, as
she followed bis exampla “Nor she con
tinued, as abe saw bar father step on to the
veranda. “Here be la*
Brian bad not seen Mark Frottlby tor some
time, and was astonished at the change
which had taken place In hie appsoranoa
Formerly, be had been as straight as aa ar
row, with a stern, fresh colored faom bat
oow he fed a slight stoop, and his face looked
old and withered Hie thick, black hair was
Mreakad bars and Chare with whits, and Che
only thing unchanged about him ware hia
ayes, which were as keen and bright as ever.
Remembering bow old his own foos looted,
end bow altered Madge waa, now seeing ter
fatter, te wondered if this sodden change
waa traosahla to the aama source, namely,
the murder of Oliver Whyte Mr. Frettlby's
face looted aad and thoughtful aa te name
along, hot, catching sight of his daughter, a
■nils of affaction broke ovar it
“My dear Fftagereld,” to said, holding oat
hla hand; “this la Indeed a surprise! When
did yon come over?"
“About half ao boor ago,* replied Brian,
reluctantly taking tha extended hand of the
millionaire “1 oame to aee Madge, and have
a talk with you."
“Ah I that's right," aald tha otter, patting
kfe arm roond hla daughter* waist “So
that* what has brought the roam to yoor
face, young lady T te want on, pinching tar
•teak playfully “You will May to dinner,
of omina, Flugareidf
“Thank you. nol" aaewsrad Brian, tester.
“my dress"
“Nonsense," Interrupted Frettlby. boapl
abiy; “wearsoot in Melbourne, and 1 Ma
sore Madge will sxoaae year dree* Yea
muM stay.”
“Ym, do," mid Madga, in a bmrechu*
tans, touching his hand lightly. “1 don't see
to moch of you that 1 can let you off eh'*
half an boor* conversation.*
Brian wemed to to making a vlcl*ti
effort
“Very well/ to said. In a low voire I
■ffl May.*
SUPPLEMENT.
“And n »w • <r.iti Prettlby. in e bmk
e» be «ei town ‘thr un;»rtant q-wmii.Hi of
dir.ori (■•Nni «)>al IS H you waul to
are me aloHit* \ <>ur ateUuof
“No’ - an«wer»«i| Brian. tonolng against tha
veranda while Madge slipped bar band
through bis arm. *1 hn»* sold It*
“Hold Itf echoed Prettlby. aghast ‘What
forf
“I felt re** lea* and wanted a change.”
“Ah’ a rolling stone,” said th* millionaire,
shaking hla head, “gather* oo moss, you
know ”
“Hioncs don’t roll of tbalr own accord,” re
piled Brian, in e gloomy tone. ‘They are
Impelled by a force over which they bam no
control ”
“Oh. Indeed f said the millionaire. In u
joking tone “And may I aok what to your
propelling foreef
Brian looked at the old man 1 * face with
such a steady gaos that th* Utter's eyes
dropped after an uneasy attempt to return It
“WeU.” be said Impatiently, looking at th*
two tali young people standing before him.
“what do you want to see me about T
“Madge has agreed to marry ms at ones
and 1 want your consent”
"Impossible!” said Prettlby, curtly
“Thar* to no each word as Impossible," re
torted Brian coolly, thinking of tb* famous
remark in “Richelieu." “Why aboold youre
fusel lam rich now.”
“Pshaw r aald Prettlby, rising Impatiently
“It's not money I’m thinking about—Pm gel
enough for both of you; boil cannot Um
without Madge;*
“Thao come with oaf* aald tb* daughter,
Hml"£ him.
“Then corns with u$T
Her lover, however, did not second the in
vitation. but rtood moodily twining his
tawny mostacbs. and staring out Into tbr
garden in an absent sort of way.
“What do yon say, Flugaraldr said Ptw;
tlby, who was eyeing him keenly.
"Oh. delighted, of course,"answered Brl*
confusedly
“In that case," returned the other, coolly.
“1 will tall yon what we will da I have
bought a steam yacht, and she will be reedy
for sea about the end of January. Ton will
marry my daughter at oooe, and go round
New feelsnd for your honeymoon. When
yon return, if 1 feel Inclined, and yon two
turtle doves don’t object, 1 will Join you, an*
we will make a tour of the world."
“Oh, how delightful." cried Madge,
ing her handa *1 am so fond of the ocean
—with a companion, of oouraa,” she added,
with a saucy glance at her lover
Brian’s face bad brightened considerably,
for he was a born sailor, and a pleasing yacht
ing voyage In the blue waters of the Pacific,
with Madge as his companion, was, to bis
mind, as osar paradise as any mortal oonld
“And what is the name of tbs yaohtf be
esked. with deep interest.
“Her name," repeated Mr Prettlby
hastily “Ob. a vary ugly name, and which
1 intend to change. At present she is called
the Hosanna.”
“ Hosanna r
Brian and bis betrothed both started at
tbia, and the former stared curiously at the
old man, wondering at tbs coincidence be
tween the name of the yacht and that of the
woman wtto died in the Melbourne alum.
Mr Prettlby flushed a tittle when be saw
Brian's eye Used on him with an inquiring
gase, and omee with an embarramed laugh.
“You are a pair of iiKaiustruck lovers," be
said gayly, taking an arm of each and lead
Ing them into the bouse. “but you forget
dinner will soon be ready.”
CHAPTKR XXIIL
ACftons rns walhltts ajtt) m win.
Mark Prvtllby bad an excellent cook,
and bis wince were Irreproachable, so that
Brian, In spit* of bis worries, was glad
that be bail accepted tbs invitation The
bright gleam of the silver, the glitter of
glam and the perfume of flowers, ell col
lected under the crimson glow of a pink
globed lamp which bung from the ceiling,
could not but give him a pleasurable sense
tioa
On one side of the dining room there were
French windows opening onto the veranda,
and beyond appeared tbr vivid green off the
trees, and the deeding <v>lors of the flowers,
somewhat tetnf*v«vl by the soft hairy glow
Of the twilight Hrmn had made himself as
respectable e» leasable. under the odd dr
eonnta. . es of dining in his riding dress, end
sat next to Madge, contentedly sipping bis
win# and listening to the pleasant chatter
which was going on around him. Felix Hoi
lesion was in great spirits, the more so os
Mra Rollfetou was at tbs further end of the
table, hidden from his view by an epergne of
fruit and flowera Julia Featherweight eat
near Mr Prettlby, and chatted to him so
persistently that be wished she would b»
come possessed of a dumb devil Dr Chln
eton and Paterson were seated on the other
side of the table, and the old ookmtot, whose
Dome was Valpy. bad tbs post of honor on
Mr. Prsttlby’e right hand. The conversation
had turned onto the subject, ever grass and
fascinating, of politics, and Mr Rollwtou
thought it a grad opportunity to air his
views as to the government of the colony,
and to show bis wife that ha meant toabey
her wish and become a power in the political
world.
“By Jove, you know," be said, with a wavs
of his band, as though ha were addressing
the hones, “the country Is going to the dogs,
and all thatsort of thing. What we want to
“Ah I but you cant pick op a man like that
every day," said Prettlby, who was listening
with an amused smile to RoUsstou’s disquisi
“Rather a food thing, too," observed Dr.
Chilton^ dryly. “Genius would become too
"Wall, wlmo 1 am «ilactad,*aald Nix. who
had hia own rlawa, which modaaty forbad*
him to pabliah, oo tha aubjaet of (ha coming
aokniaT Dlaraall. -I will probably form a
advocate whatP aakad Patanon, curt
"“Oh, wall, yoo aaa.* badtatad Nix. “1
bavaot draws op a propmmma yat, ae east
■ay at pi ohm.’
**Y«a, you oaa hardly glraa perform* n- r
without a programma,* aald tha doctor, tak
tag a dp of win*, aad than avarybody
laogbad.
“But you ham namr goo* la for politico,
Mr. Prettlbyf aald Rollestoo.
“Whot—l—wo,” said tba host rousing him
seif out of the brown study Into which to
bad fallen “Pm afraid I’m not euflkiantiy
patriotic, and my boalneM did not permit
me.”
“And oowf
“Now,” echoed Mr Prettlby. glancing at
his daughter. “I am going to tramL*
“Tba joUiest thing out,” said Paterson,
eagerly “On* never gets tired of seeing the
queer things there ore In the world.”
“I’ve seen qneei enough things in Mel
bourne In the early dam." said the old 00l
ooisi. with a wicked twinkle In bto sysa
“Ohr cned Julia, putting her hands op to
her ears, “don't tell me them, for Pm sure
they’re naughty.”
“We weren’t mints then.” aald Old Valpy.
with a senile chuck la
“Ah. then, we haven’t changed much la
that respect.” retorted Prettlby. dryly.
“You talk of your theatres now,” went oo
Valpy, with the garruluusnees of old age;
“why, you haven't got a dancer like Ro
sanna ’
Brian started on bearing this name again,
and be felt Madge's cold band touch hla
“And who was KceannaT asked Pella,
curiously, looking up.
“A dancer and burleeque actress,” replied
Valpy. vivaciously nodding hla old bead.
“Such a beauty, we were all mad about her
—aocb hair arid eyea You remember her,
PfettJbyr
“Yes." answered the host, to a curioely dry
voice.
As the conversation seemed to to getting
too much of the after dinner style, Madge
arose and all the other ladles followed her ex
ample The ever polite Felix held the door
open for them, and received a bright smile
from his wife for what she considered his
brilliant talk at tba dinner table. Brian aal
still and wondered why Prettlby changed
color on bearing the name—be supposed that
the millionaire bod been mixed up with the
actress and did not car* about being rw
minded of bis early Indiscretion* and, after
all, who does!
“Bb* was light aa a fairy,” mid Valpy,
with a wicked chuckle
“What became of barf asked Brian, ab
ruptly
Mark Prettlby looked up suddenly aa Pita
gerald arlfni question.
“Bb* want to England In IflSfi,” mid th*
“What became of herf uM Brian, ab
ruptly
Mark PreCtlby looked up aoddanly m Pita
gereld erktil qiwtirm
"She want to England In 1888,* Mid the
aged ona “I'm not quit# aura If it waa July
or August, bat it wan lu llVi*
“You aril] excuse me. VaJpy. but I hardly
think that these reminiscences of a ballet
dancer are amusing.” aaid Prettlby, curtly,
pouring himself out a glam of wlna “Let
os drop tbs subject”
Whan a man exprnsiss a wish at his own
table it Is hardly tbs proper thing for any
one to go contrary to It, but Brian felt
strongly inclined to pursue the conversation.
Politeness, however, forbade him to make
any further remark, and be consoled himself
with the reflection that, after dinner, be
would ask old Valpy about tbs ballet dancer
wboae name caused Mark Prattlby to exhibit
each strong emotion. But. to his annoy
sure. when tbs gentlemen went Into the
drawing room, Prettlby took the old colonist
off to his study, where be sat with him the
whole evening talking over old tlmaa
CHAPTER XXIV.
BRIAN RXCXIVXS A LX IT XU.
Notwithstanding the hospitable invitation
of Mr Prattlby, Brian refused to stay at
Yabba Yallook that night, but aftor toying
good-by to Madge, mounted his bone and
rode slowly in tbs moonlight, Ha felt very
happy aa letting the rains Us on his bone's
neck, be gave himself op unrsaervedly to hie
thoughts Acre Cura certainly did not sit
behind the horseman on this night, and
Brian, to hie surprise, found himself singing
“Kitty of Coleraine." aa he rode along In tbs
silver moonlight. Why should be trouble
himself about tbs crime of another I Not
He had made a resolve, and intended to keep
it: be would pot this secret with which he
bed been intrusted behind bis back, and
would wander about the world with Madge
and—her father He felt e sodden chill
come over him as be murmured the last
words to himself-“her father ”
■•l’m a fool,” be said, impatiently, as he
gathered up the reins and spurred the horse
into a canter “It can make no difference to
me aa long aa Madge remains ignorant; but
to sit beside him. to eat with him, to have
him always present like a skeleton at a feast
—God help mef”
He arged hie horse Into a gallop, and to he
thundered over the turf, srlth the fresh, eool
night wind blowing keenly against his face,
hs felt a sense of relief, ae though be ware
leaving some dark specter behind. On he
galloped, with the blood throbbing in his
young veins, over miles of plain, with tbs
dark bins, star studded sky above, and the
moon shining down on him. Or —on ever
on, until his own homestead sop? tie, and ha
seas the star Ilka light shining brightly in the
distance—a long avenue of tali trees, over
whose wavering shadows bis horse thundered,
end then the wide gnmy epaos in front of
the bouse, with the clamorous barking of
dogs A groom roused by tbs clatter of boofs
up tbs avenue comes round thsstdsof the
bouse, and Brian leapsoff his borne and ding
ing tbs reins to the man. walks into hla own
room. There be Aude e lighted lamp, brandy
and soda on the table and a packet of letters
and newspapers. He dung bis hat on tbs
sofa and opened the window and door, so es
to let In the cool bre see then pouring him
self out e glass of brandy and soda ha tnrasd
op the lamp and prepared to road his letters
The dm be took up wee from a lady. “Al
ways a she correspondent forme," says Isaao
Disraeli, “provided she does not eras”
Brian's correspondent did not crons, bat not
withstanding this after reading half a page
of small talk and snandai. be flung the letter
on tbs table-with an Impatient ejaculation.
The other letters wars principally business
ones but the last one proved to be from Cal
ton, and PiUgerald opened it with a sensa
tion of pleasure Colton waa a capital letter
writer, and his epistles bod dons much to
cheer PiUgerald in the dismal period which
succeeded his acquittal of Whyte’s murdsr,
and when bs was in danger of getting Into a
morbid state of mind Brian, therefore,
poured himself out some mors brandy and
soda, and, tying hack in bis choir, prepared
to enjoy himself
“My dear PiUgerald,” wrote Colton, In his
peculiarly clear bandwriting, which was
such an exception to the usual crabbed hiero
glyphics of his brethren of the bar, “while
you are enjoying the oooi brasses and delight
fni freshness of the country, bora am 1, with
numerous other pour devils, entitled uflin
this hot and dusty city Bow 1 wish I war#
with you in the land of Oosheo. by the roll
ing waters of the Murray, where everything
la bright, and green, and unsophisticated—
tbs two latter terms oraalraost identical—in
stead of which my view la boundsd by bricks
end mortar, and the muddy waters of tbs
Terra have to do duty for your noble river
1 suppose you soil hold the eserot which Ro
sanna Moors intrusted yon wltb-nhl yon
oas 1 know her name, and whyt-temply bo
causa, with the natural curiosity of the hu
man race, I have boon trying to And ont who
murdered Oliver Whyte; and as The Argus
very cleverly pointed out Hosanna Moors as
likely to be at the bottom of the whole affair.
I hare been learning her past history The
secret of Whyte's death, and the reason for
It, I* known to you, bat yon refuse, mo hi
the ißlwk of JneMoe, to reveal It—why, I
don’t knowi bat waaO have oar Uttlo faults,
and from on onUhla though mistaken.
mom of oholl 1 say duty!—you refuse to do
bvsr op (ho man whaoo cowardly orlmo m
nearly cost jroa jroor UfM
“After your departure dram Molboarao
every oae mid. Tho hansom cob (rag'd? to
•t on and, and (ho mardarar wtD now bo
dlaeorarad.' I rantarad to dlmgrao with tho
wiseacres who mado aoeb a remark, and
asked uyaalt •Whewm this woman who died
at Mother Quttsranipe-sr Receiving no mtle
factory anew* from myself. 1 determined to
find oat, and look etapa accordingly In tho
am place, 1 learned Cram Roger Moreland,
who, if you remember, wao a witneee against
yon at (he (rial, that Whyta and Rosanna
Moore bad oomo eat to Sidney In (ho John
Elder aboat a year ago as Hr. and Mrs.
Whyta Insod hardly any that they did not
think it needful to go-through tho formality
of marriage, as snob a tie night bora boon
found Inconvenient on some future occasion.
Moreland knew nothing aboat Rosanna
Moore, and advised me to giro op tho search,
as. coming Cram a city Uko London, II would
bo difficult to find any one who know bar
them Notwithstanding this, 1 telegraphed
home to a friend of mine, who too bit of an
amateur detective. ’Find out tho name and
all about the woman who left England In tho
John Elder on (ho Slat day of August, IS—,as
the wife of Oliver Whyto* lOrabda dicta,
be foand oat all about bar, and knowing, ae
yon do, what a maelstrom of humanity Lon*
don is. you roust admit my friend was clover.
It appears, however, that tbetmk 1 aet him
to do was easier (baa be expected, for the eo
called Mrs. Whyte was rather a notorious
individual In her own way She was a bur
lesque actress at the Frivolity theatre in Loo*
don. and, being a very handsome woman, had
been photographed innumerable times. Con
sequently when the very foolishly went with
Whyta to cfaooee a berth on board the boat,
ebe was rsoognlasd by the clerk In the office
as Roeanna Moore, better known as Musette
of the Frivolity Why she ran away with
Whyta 1 cannot tell you With reference to
men understanding women, I refer you to
Balsac’e remark anent the same. Perhaps Mu
sette got weary of St. John's Wood andcham-
Cne suppers, and longed for the porer air of
native land. Ah I you open your eyas at this
latter statement—you are surprised—no, on
second thoughts you are oeft: because she told
you herself that she was a native of Sydney,
and bad gone home in 1858, after a trium
phant career of acting In Melbourne And
why did she leave the applanding Melbourne
pnbllo and (be flesh pots of Egypt! You
know this also She ran away with a rich
young squatter, with more money than
morals, who happened to be la Melbourne at
the Mom She seems to have had a was knees
for running away But why she chose
Whyte to go with (his time pussies me. He
was not rich, not particularly good looking,
hod no position, and a bad temper. How do
I know all three traits of Mr. Whyte's char
acter. morally and socially» Easily enough;
my omniscient friend found them all out.
Mr. Oliver Whyte was the eon of a London
tailor, and his father, being well off, retired
into private Ufa, and ultimately wool the
way of all flesh. His son, finding himself
with a capital Income and a pretty taste for
amassment, ect the shop of bis late lamented
parent, found oat (hat his family had come
over with the Conqueror—O lan vllle da
Whyta helped to sew the Bayeox tapestry, 1
■appose and graduated at the Frivolity
theatre aa a masher, in common with (he
other gilded youth of the day, he worshipwl
at (be gas lit shrine of Musette, and the god
dess, pleased with his Incense, left her other
admirers in the larch, and ran away with for
tunate Mr. Whyta As ferae this gom there i|
nothing to show why the murder was com
mitted. Man do not perpetrate crimes for
(be sake of light & loves like Musette, nnlses
indeed some wretched youth embassies money
to boy his divinity Jewelry The career of
Mneette to Loudon was simply that of a
clever member of (he demi-monde, and, as
far as 1 can learn, no one was so much in
love with her as to commit a crime for her
■aka So Car. so good, the motive of the
crime must be found In Australia. Whyta
had spent nearly all bis money in England,
and consequently Musette and her lover ar
rived in Sydney with comparatively little
cash. However, with aa Epicurean like
philosophy they enjoyed themselves on what
tittle (bey bad, and then came to Melbourne,
where (bey stayed at a second rate hotel
Mneette, I may (ell you, had oos special vice,
a common one—drink. She loved champagne,
and drank a good deal of 11 Consequently,
on arriving In Melbourne, and finding that a
new generation bad arIMD which knew not
Joseph I mean Musette—-aha drowned her
sorrow In tbs Sowing bowl, nod went oat
after • quarrel with Mr. Whyte to new Mel
bourne by night—a familiar aapect to her, no
doubt. What took her to Little fioorfceetreet
1 don’t know Parhapo the got lost; perhaps
It bad been a favorite walk of herein the old
day*; at all events the waa found dead drank
In that onaavory locality by Hal Bawllna 1
know this la so, because Sal told me ao bar
■ell Sal acted the part of the good Samar
itan. took bar to the squalid dan she called
home, and thsra Rosanna Moore fell danger
ously UI Whyte, who bad misead bar, found
out where she was and that aba eras too 111 to
be removed. 1 presume be wee rather glad
to get rid of snob an encumbrance, ao went
back to hie lodgings at St Kilda, which.
Judging from the landlady's story, he moat
have occupied for some time, while Rosanna
Moore was drinking bsrsslf to death In a
quiet hotel Still be doss not break off hto
connection with the dying woman; bat one
night It murdered In n hansom cab,
and that same night Rosanna Moore
dlsa So, from all appearance, every
thing Is ended; not so, for before dying
Rosanna oanda for Brian Pitegnrald at hla
club, and reveals to him aascrst which he
looks up In his own haart The writer of this
letter has a theory—a fanciful one, If you
will-that the secret told to Brian PiUgerald
contains the mystery of Oliver Whyte’s
death. Row then, bare 1 not found out a
good daal without you, and do you still de
cline to reveal the rsstt 1 do not say you
know who killed Whyte, bat 1 do say you
know sufflciept to lead to tbs detection of tbs
murderer. If you tall me, so much the better,
both for your own sense of Justice and tor
your peace of mind, If yon do not—well, 1
shall And it out without you. 1 have taken,
and still take, a great Interest la this strange
ease, and 1 have sworn to bring the murderer
to Justice; so Intake this last appeal to yon
to tall me what you know. If you refuse, I
will go to work to find out ail about Rosanna
Moore prior to bar departure from Australia
In 18U, and lam certain sooner or User to di»
cover the secret which led to Whyte's naur
der If these Is any strong reason why it
should ha kept silent. 1, perhaps, will come
round to your view, and let the matter drop,
but if 1 hereto find It out myself, the mnr
darar of Oliver Whyte need aspect no mercy
at my handa Bo think over what 1 have
■aid. If Ido net bear from you within the
asst weak 1 will regard your decision as
Anal, and pursue the search myself.
**l am sure, my dear PiUgerald, yon will
And this letter too long, in stele of the inter
esting story It nnotslns, so 1 will have pity
on yon and draw to e class Remember ms
to Miss Krectiby end to her lather With
kind regards to jownslt, 1 remain, yours
very truly Dveoas OuflW •
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