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Re:| Estate Sale.

Te be sold by Public Auction 01 the premises on Wednesday, th- 24th O-:tobe: next, atthe hour of 12 o'clock noon, that valuable and destealvle proper’y situated on the southern side of Richmond Street, between

Zion Church and th: bank of Nova Scotia | hristian Associa- The building is y built, bring in ‘hy opposite the iiable for many

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President ¥. M. C. A,

Sept, 25, tue and Fri.

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BY JEANNETTE H. WALWORTH.

(COPYRIGHT 1899 BY JEANNETTE H. WALWORTH.)

(CONTINUED.)

Stanaing close by the pillows of the sick man was the tall, white robed figure, never to be forgotten, that had once before deprived her of the power of reasoning. High over a tumbled mass of snowy white hair it held the small bedroom lamp that had been burning low on the hearth.

The Broxton ghost stood revealed in “Mother” Spillman! In that one frightened glance Olivia had made that But how was she to get this determined old woman, this avow- ed lunatic, away from her father’s bed- side quietly? Petrified by fear, help- lessly casting about for a plan of ac- tion that would not react upon her be- loved patient, the girl shivered with repewed terror as “Mother” Spillman, in a low voice, made intense by the concentrated passion of purpose, en- tered upon her awful arraignment:

“You are ill, Horace Matthews, ill unto death perhaps. I have been bid- ing my time. Before another night passes over your head you may stand in the presence of your Maker and your Judge. What will you answer when he asks you how the orphan has fared at your hands, how the son of the man who loved and trusted you far beyond your deserts had been treated? Why bas Rufus Broxton’s son waxed poor and you rich, Horace Matthews?

“You know me. Oh, | see that you do, for all you are staring at me as if you saw a specter. You've looked at me many a time that way, Horace, when I've caught you at some of your vicious boy tricks long ago. And l know you through and through. I laughed when | heard of your books and papers being burnt up. That was one of your old tricks. You burnt up & composition book when you weie a boy when your theft of an essay was threatened with discovery. You burnt up your philosophy to escape an extra hard task. It has been a silly but a vicious practice of yours ever since you were 10 years old. It served you in good stead when vouchers that did not exist were to be produced.

“But | did not come here to rail at you for bygones. I came here to plend the cause of th- orphan son of the best friend you ever had. As you hope for torgiveness hereafter, Horace Mat-

thews, make such restitution as is possible to that poor boy. You ave ruined him, and you know it.) The

money you have piled up for your giri will never do her any good, never! “You have bedecked her with stolen jewels, and you know it. You fasten ed Lucetta Broxton’s pear! necklace about ber pure young neck the vight she was 18 years old, just the age at which poor Lucetta died. It is a won- der it did not scorch the child’s flesh. “You see, I am old, but 1 do not for- get my friends. They call me crazy. My owu girl has joined in the cr) against me. But I have mind enough left to remember the things that are worth remembering. I remember the love and gratitude | owe to every member of the Broxton family. | have tricg] to serve Thomas, but his faith in you was not to be shaken. some papers the night his father died.

es , You did not make a very thorough you will’ need some-— search for them. I think you pre | ' ferred to have them lost. But they

were found and brought to me. The Lord put them as a weapon in my hand. 1 yead them, and | bid them. “I meant to give them te Thomas when he should come of age and your coutrol of him cease. But 1 lost them I think | know how, but | can't say

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‘summons for Reuben on it. ' from the bed and turned with gentle

where, ‘xou sve, my poor neaa plays me tricks sometimes. It is pot as serviceable as it was when you were a boy, Horace.

“In the envelope you lost there was an unfinished letter from Rufus Brox- ton to his son at night to give it to bim. He was asleep, poor laddie, and | twisted it about some flowers that | bad laid over his father’s picture as my poor tribute of love.

“You see, { wanted him to have that letter, but I did not want you to know about it, for then you would know where the other papers were. So | re- sorted to a clumsy trick to make him believe there was something super- natural about his getting the letter, and then I knew he would hold his tongue. I will have a good laugh about the Broxton ghost.

“I carried all the papers with me

when -I went up to the Hall. 1 was afraid to leave them behind. I| was

afraid Malvina would get hold ef them and give them to you. Malvina is on your side, so I had to be sly, oh, so sly, Horace. But | lost the papers. They are lost, lost, lost!

“I see the gleam of triumph in your glazing eyes, Horace. But | know the papers all by heart. I will tell it all in open court some day if the dear Lord will only leave me here until Thomas comes back. | will swear that you could not give a title to Broxton Hall, and then Thomas can get it back. But, oh. 1 grow so weak, and Thomas tarries so long!

“I don’t want to go before comes. I may die tonight. | tomorrow. I’ve used my last strength to drag myself to your bedside. He who forgave the dying thief upon the cross can forgive you, too, and he will, Horace, if you will only make restitu- tion to that poor boy. He ts a God of merey, in whose name I make this ap- peal.”

Gasping as one coming out of deep waters does, Olivia threw herself upon the bed and stretched sheltering arms about the sick man.

“Father, father, forgive me! to have protected you better. 1 was so frightened 1 could neither move nor speak. It is just poor old crazy ‘Mother’ Spilman. I shall call Reuben to take ber home.”

He was breathing stertorously. His eyes were fixed on the stern white face of his accuser. Terror was legibly in- scribed on every line of his pallid face. He looked beyond Olivia, as if her loving voice had not reached him. It reached the old woman, who gave a start of surprise and said in gentler tones than she had yet used:

“Il am sorry you were close by, ebild, but I had a duty to perform. It could not be put off any longer.”

Olivia pressed her hands tenderly upon her father’s wide stretched Hds and whispered caressingly in his ear.

“There, dear, don't look at her. It is only poor old ‘Mother’ Spilman, who dows not know what she is talking about. They ought to keep her under lock and key.”

Stretching her hand for the bell on the table by the bed, she rang a sharp She rose

Thomas may die

dignity toward the old woman.

“Mrs. Spillman, | have rung for Reu- ben to see you home. Miss Malvina w'll be dreadfully frightened about you.”

She was as an autumn leaf in the strong current of the relentless old wo- man’s will As a candle will some- times burv its brightest before flicker- ing to its ¢eath, “Mother” Spillman temporarily recovered the strong in dividuality that had made her as the minister’s wife the terror of every evil- doer in her busband’s parish.

“Girl, | am sorry for you, truly sorry, but I have work to do. For his sake,” nodding her white head toward the bed, “keep your man at a distance. Your promise, Horace. There is yet time. Do not go into the presence of your Maker with a sin burdened soul. You know whether my words are the words of truth or the ravings of a erazy old woman. You know, and’— she raised one long arm to point sol- emnly upward—“he knows.”

Her father’s awful silence appalled Olivia. He was staring stonily at his accuser. The muscles of his neck and jaws twitched convulsively, but 00 words came from his parched Olivia lost all covtrol at the sight.

i “He is dying. dying, and you have

killed him! Father, don’t die before you have answered her! Don’t go with her awful words ringing in my ears! !

know they are false, all false, father, |

but I want to hear you say so! Silence her yorirself, tather! Sveak to me only euce! Speak, papa!”

“fre cannot,” said the old woman

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mercilessly. “The Lord has stricke) his false and deceitful tongue. It is paralyzed.” CHAPTER XIV.

SUSPICION IS CATCHING.

The next day’s sun bad run its course, its last friendly service being , to gild with transient glory the top | most branches of the ancient cedars that flanked the front gate of the Mat | thews cottage on either side. They were wrapt in twilight gloom when Olivia opened the gate between them and stood staring down the road with unseeing eyes. Dr. Govan had just passed out of sight. He had spent nearly the whole day with ber fatber She had been rigidly excluded from the sickroom. They had broken he: _ heart by telling her that it was ber fa ther’s wish. | “Her distress was agitating to the

patient,” the old doctor had said, with paternal kindness, adding, “Since you , can do no good in there, my dear,” ; Wita a grave nod toward the sickroom. | “you had better brace yourself by a long walk.” | She bad listened to him restlessly, _ with a haggard look in her childish eyes, which had great black rings around them.

“Will father ever speak again, Dr. Govan?” she asked sharply.

“Speak again? Oh, yes! He has spoken. I promise you he shall scold

‘you roundly for those white cheeks

and staring eyes before bedtime.”

She waved one hand impatiently. “He must speak, doctor. There is something he must tell me before—be- fore’— She gasped and added in a choked voice, “Did Clarence tell you?”

“About that old lunatic’s visit last night? Of course be did. 1 saw her today. She is properly punished, poor old imbecile—not punished, for she did not know what she was about. She’s about done for herself, coming up here in those thin house shoes. Malvina is pretty well broken up about it all.”

Ollie moved up yery close to the cld man and put her clasped hands on his heart as she said pleadingly, “She is a funatic, isn’t she, Dr. Govan?’

“Mad as a March hare.”

“And nobody ever thinks of believing what lunatics say, do they, Dr. Go- van?”

“Not unless they are a little touched themselves.”

He bad no difficulty in tracing her |

meaning. It was a piteous plea for faith in her father. Westover had told him of the scene he bad invaded with- out revealing his own part in the pro- ceeding. But. knowing as well as he did the old woman's mania, the doctor had no difficulty in supplying the de- tails.

“Poor papa—to think of my not pro- tecting him better!”

Dr. Govan pushed her gently toward the door. “There, there, child, go. You are working yourself up into a condi- tidn of absolute uselessness.”

“Oh, that will never do! I must not become useless while father needs me. ' will go for a walk.”

“That's right.

i will be back about 10.”

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(To be Continued.)

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The General Annual Meeting of the Char- cttetown Young Men’s Christian # sseciation will take place in the paslor of the Y. M. C. A. on Tuesday night, October 30th next, at 8 o'clock.

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J. D. SEAMAN, President. W. C. TURNER, Sec’y.

EXAMINER, CHARLOTTETOWN, OCTOBER 31. 1900.

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