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Chapter NumberXLVIII.
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Newspaper TitleEvening News (Sydney, NSW : 1869 - 1931)
Trove TitleMystery of the Red House: An American Story of Thrilling Interest
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ilj ster j of the Eed House

AN AIvIEKICAN STORY OF THEIL L1KG- INTEREST.

By Makt E. Bryan. fCmnmenced in Hie Evening News of Sep '.. teniber 20 j

CHAPTER XL VIII.

?To Mayor Heathclifi's house,' Honor cried tG the driver, and once more the black horses forced a passage through the crowd. * Oh, Honor, Honor/ whimpered Mrs. Blair, * what will people pay ? What will your father say 'r1 Such a bad man — your poor uneie'g murderer, too ?!'

Honor did, hot heed — scarcely heard her. She hadput her own cloak under Heatbclifi's head- She bent over him, wiped the blood from his forehead, and bathed his face -frith. the coatenta or Mrs. .Blair s vinaigrette. He was only stunned He soon opened his eyes, he sspjt her face bending over him and a smile touched his lips ' Ton live, thank Heaven, you live,' she uttered in lo-v joyous accents. His face darkened with a passionate despair. ' 1 li»*e ; it would be better were it not so,1 he said. * Ah, do not say that !' ' Why should 1 not ? Defamed ; my sister in prison ; you lost to me ! Why should I live ?' She took up his hand and laid it against her cheek 4 4 Courage,' she whispered, ' f 01^ my sake.' He turned his lighted, eyes upo£ her. k Ho or, can you, do you beleive in me ?' * With all my soul.' He raised himself from his drooping pos ture He pasted the blood-stained hair from liis brow and his eyes sought her3. CI will live,' he said. * I will conquer ! I will prove ber innocence and mine It is a hard task but it shall be accomplished.' ' Would I might help you,' she said, . earnestly. 'You do help me unspeakably, my be lorcd. Yon give me belief, sympathy, and this 13 hope and life to me. I thank you dearest, for your belief in the possibility in my sister's innocence Shs is innocent. I saw it in her face the instant 1 told her that her husband had been killed. I saw that she knew nothing of it till then, She Had corse to me that nisht and said : ' You are my brother. I hare just read it in my dead father's writing. I have come to you because I am miserable. Let me stay with you, I hare no ether home.' Until that moment I had not known that she was my sister. I had nerer heard her maiden name ; my own name was unfamiliar to her I read the letter she gave me — written by her father and mine. He had been separated f^om his first wife — my mother The un'.Gn was uncongenial. She returned to her father with her child, and took bacS he? family name. He removed to another state, and, after some years, married again. His wife died when their cuild Laura was an infant His daughter never beard feiin Epeak cf hi3 first marriage. She wa3 away from him when he »lied When he felt he must leave her alone, lie told his eo-ifidentinl clerk of his former marriage, and the exist ence of his son. He confided, to this man — ? David Holt — a letter for his daughter to Se given to her only in the event that she needed a brothers protection Laura re turned from Europe the wife o£ Captain' Montcalm. They came here and faithful Hojf accompanied them. When she went to Aphrodite island that fatal day, he followed her to watch over her, and give her her father's letter. He thought the time had come when she needed a brother's protection. He put the letter into her hand as she was entering her husband's bouse and begged her to rand it at once. Cap.'ain Montcalm stood in the door of his study and stopped her as she was going to her room, fie was excited with anger and wine He was abusive, violent. Once he seemed about to strike her, and she snatched the little jewel- hilted dagger from her belt He struck it from out of her hand, and she turned and fled from him and locked herself in her room; She, never saw bim agaia. She read our father's letter, hastil? collected her jewels and came to me Half an hour later I was called to the scene of the murder I realised that the evidence against her would be fatal, and I determined to conceal her until I could get her out of the country The next day came a letter telling me that Miss Faust had died . in Germany. The thought flashed upon me that I might save my sister by disguising her as the recluse of the Ked House. The next day the city papers announced the return of Mies Faust. You know the rest. You know that she was seen without the disguise, and the house was searched. Little Kildee saved her then —an act of voluntary selfr&acri2ce. It only postponed what was inevitable. They have hunted her down at last. She, ths delicate, .proud, innocent woman occupies a criminal's cell to-night ; and there is not one human beiug who does not think this horrible fate is just There is none to believe her inno cence.' * I believe it/ Honor said. . ' You ? Ah, my beloved, I thank you. You ai'e more than woiran in your eelffor getful pity- You have stood by me when ethers deserted me. It will alwars be a precious remembrance. But yon must do fo no more You must not bring down loss of friends and blame upon yourself for me. The thought that you have fajth in me is as :life to my soul; bnt yon mnet give no more outward signs of kindness to me. I can claim none — not x:ntil I have cleared my name and hers from, this stain , If I cannot do this — then I must be content to think what you might have been to me. 1 conld not ask you to cross the gulf Fate has dug between us j and yet—' I He stopped and looked at her- — a look fall of wistful anguish. She did not speak; her eyes met his and he .understood. Be felt that in the alternative be had spoken of there would be no hope. She conld not in cur the nndying anger of her father Bhe loved by giving her band to a man He be lieved to have been accessory to his brother's' murder. Mrs Blair touched Honor with a trembl ing hand. . * We. are at Mr. Heathclifl's house,' she said. ' The carriage has stopped, and bo has a cab that has been following us. I think it is the General Letting out. Dear mo, we shall have a scene !' Heathelifi rose at once, but with some difficulty, for his brain was jet reeling. He stighted from the carriage without assist

ance'. Standing beside it an .instant, he j thanked Mrs Blair, and clasped the band that Honor held out to him He slung to ? it as a drowning man might cling to a hand held out to save hxnr Neither saw the white v/rathful face of General Montcalm u&til their hands were stricken apart, and Honor, turning, saw him raise a heavy stick which would have descended upon Heathcliff cad she not seized it and held it with all her stren-^tb. ' Go,' she said to Eeatheliff, ' Go if you love me.' He bent his head and turned into his own gate. ' Is this mv father who has so lost control over himself ?' Honor Baid as she loossd her grasp :. pon the stick. f Is this my daughter reho has so forgotten her woman's modesty in her bold efforts to shield a -felon?' he answered, his eyes' Sash ing sternly upon her. ' I have not forgotten my womanhood. I have only obeyed its promptings in try ing to save from cowardly massacre a man who saved mj life — a man I believe to be innocent/ ' You mean that to defy me ? You mean to cast yourself out from my respect and the respect of every friend you possess, by clinging to that man. i' ' i shall not defy or disobey you, mv father. I could not help do in j what I have dona to-night. I do not repent it, bnt I will not repeat it. I will not do anything like it again. Whatever I may feel toward Mr. Heathcliff, I sball remember my duty to you.' fehe spoke coldly, mechanically, but 'her father was satisfied. He knew he coald trust her to keep her word. CHAPTER XLIX. For nearly three days the ease of the State asainst Laura Montcalm for ths murder of her husband had beea before the criminal court afc Waliport. The trial miaht have been pat off xintil the next; sessions of court, but such was not the wish oi ths prisoner Her earnest request to her counsel was that the case should be brought forward at once. The prison life was more than she could bear. ' Bet ber death— belter any death.,' she said to her brother in the one interview they were granted. * This/ looking around at her grated cell with a shudder ; * this is the torture of the Inquisition It will bring worse than, daatli. I shall go mad/ So, at the nest meetmsr of the Superior Court — four weeks after her arrest — Laura Montcalm's trial came before the pdge, the jury and the people who filled the .large court-room — an interested and excited throng, Dnring that week's Interregnum, Heath - cliff's efforts in his sister's behalf had been unremitting. He had withdrawn at once from tho political contest ; he tad given bond for his own appearance on a charge of conclicitv in crime, and he had devoted his time, energies and money to employing every means to save the prisoner from, the fate that seemed inevitable. He enga ed the best criminal lawyers Gf the State He studied the case with them, and followed out ever? encocrngins idea they were able to suggest, o? that occurred to his own anxious unresting mind Bet with no hopeful result The lawyers shook their heads, and declared that the case locked darker the more it was studied But to postpone the trial seeded to promise nothing. Thev could only resfc their case on the uncertainty of circumstantial evidence ; yet it was plain to everyone that there were instances where circumstantial evidence was etroajer tbsn the testimony of eye-witnesses: and this seemed such an instance On the third day cf the trial, the court had adjourned until, the afternoon The trial was nearly at an end. The evidence pro and con, would be simimed up bv the chief attorney- for the State and for: the prisoner, and the case submitted to the jury. The result did net admit of a doubt, Laura Montcalm's lawyer's had been unable to bring forward a sin le eireunzstance to shake the impression of her guilt. Jnd^e Adam Collier — the well known eccentric criminal lawyer, cnie? counsel for the defence— had left the court-room at eleven o'clock and gone down to the depot. He had telegraphed hi? wife to send him a certain French legal work he wished to refer to, and he was loo king for it to arrive on the eleven o'clock train. He received the volume from the hands of a friend, -,vho asked at once : ' Weil, judge, how does the- Montcalm case come on ? We thinfc down our way you've wot a hard nut this time.' ' We can't tell yet,' was the answer. ' It hasn't gone to the jury, and something may turn up at the eleventh hour.* * E'xcasc me ; are you the counsel for Mrs. Montcalm ?' '.Yes, he answered looking inquiringly, hi the tall, pale, grey- haired, peculiar-looking person who stood before him in n. travelling rig, accompanied by another man, young, fair-hairsd, and with a pleasant, ialf-foreign face. ' Then I have something to comraunieafce to vou — something that has an important bearing on the case.' ' Ah,' said the lawyer, his face brighten ing. * Come with me to my room at the Sharon House; I will hear what you hare to say with pleasure/ (to se continued.) .

Ignatius'DonneHy, vrho has retained to America from Europe!, claims -that many prominent Englishmen, including John Bright, have been converted to his Baeon-Sfcakespeare cipher theory. After Donnelly's lecture at Oxford a vote was takes* and there were 227 in favor of Shakespeare and '3? for Bacon. At Cambridge the vote ?was 101 -for Bacon' and 121 for Shakespeare. The question under- debate was, ' Did Francos Bacon ?write.Shakespaare's Plays?' . We have been informed that it may be expected that soon after the arrival of Dr. Barry in Sydney he will wel^n the Bishopric of Sydney, ft appear b that the English physicians have advised MtB Barry not to return to Australia, on aooount of the climate affecting her health. It -would be almost impossible at present to give an idea of the future movements of Dr~ Barry j but it is thought that he may, ba offered the new eee of -Bristol, which will probably be created in the course of a few months; or it may be that Dr. Harold-Browne,of WinoheBter, who has occupied the Buhoprio of Winchester for seventeen years, may resign in the course of a few months. In that«aae Dr. Barry would possibly be translated to Winchester. - -On one occasion Mr. Josiat Spiers, of the London Children's Mission, was delivering an address to the children of St. Jude'e Sunday Sohools in Elngsland. He was reading part of the 20th chapter of Numbers, where it is said that Moses smote the rock twice, and the -water came oat abundantly. Suiting his action to the -word, Mr. Spiers etruok the top of a small wooden desk at which he waa reading. The firart blow caused a tumbler of water, hidden in a small shelf of the deBk, to jump up, and the second fairly upset it. He managed to oatoh the glass, but the -water poured out »t the proper moment to oomplete the tableau. First the teacher smiled, and Boon the whole school was convulsed with laughter at the equally oninten tionalandBnexpeotedreiBult.