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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 • FECHTER & LAW Have now for Sale City Lots at S4O and Upwards. * Terms, One-third or one half Cash, Balance in Six and Twelve Months. Item is i Bit Til li Bir Town Property than now; place your money with us, and get the ben efit of the raise, which is sure to take place on the opening of Spring. We have evidence and data to show you that an Immense Immigration will pour into Yakima County and City during the Coming Summer. 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