|Chapter Title||DISTRIBUTING HAPPINESS|
|Newspaper Title||The Maitland Mercury and Hunter River General Advertiser (NSW : 1843 - 1893)|
|Trove Title||A Long Chase|
Froiu En gi Uti, American, «nrt Other Periodical«,
A LÜÑGT CHASE.
Hick must have made a jratty g;ood guess, for dn S rery few moments after Ethel exclaimed :
" My ! How htrong you are.\*
"Ididn't mean to be eo'rirugh," he answered, "?* but I was so glad."
" Oh, but you forgot-fremething," said Ethel, sud- denly. " How can I loro a man if I don't know his
" Nicholas." ^.
."That's a wry good name, buO- want another." " But one name's ¡Jl you have."
. " Sure enough," said Ethel in something Uko dis anay, " but then," siie added quickly, " I might use your name if I&aew it."
" Nicholas Carter."
, "I supposed so.froin what you said that night -about your father. Now what's to become cf me ? Shall I go to Mrs..&oss ajain ? Oh, that reminds me ; did you not get my letter asking you to ¿meet .me in Union square ?"
"'No, it must be in the post office."
"ShallIexplaiE.ii/bout the ink being twc days fS -old on those letters ?"
""< * " I amJcarious,'hut I'm satisfied without it."
" Well, I'll tell you. What eyes you must have to notice such a thing. I began to suspect befors vTTOreachel Philadelphia that Mrs. Gilbert was not .your mother, and I waa so sure when we reached there that 1 made up my mind to leave her.
. " So I wrote -that letter to her the first chance I .got, and another to you, so I could put it in the Station D as soon as I re iched here. I thought I .was ever so smart to think of it."
v" So you were, dear."
" Oh, yes, but I have to tell you so to make you Jïay. it. Well, Mrs. Gilbert kept uicli a watch-over me that I couldn't get away without making a regular fight until yesterday afternoon. Then I 2>ut that unfortunate letter on the pin cushion and came away."
" I ought to have thought of that."
" Poor fellow, you had enough to thing of. Now where shall I .go-to Mrs. Ross ?"
" No, if you would like it I will take you to where Mabel Livingston is hiding."
" What ! Do you know where she is ?"
" Yes, indeed. You will like her. She is almost as good and beautiful as you are."
?" Whoiwould believe that the same man could .aay such nico things, and such dreadful ones too"."
"Nobody would believe it, so don't tell of it ; but .you. may tell Mabel all that you know about her smother. It .will make her very happy, poor child." ^ .Nick found that they were being followed TV.hen they got outside, but he contrired to elude IDave, causing Ethel.no little astonishment by some
.of his manouvres.
Jíahel'Was greatly delighted to meet Ethel when 2Tick hid explained .who she was, and what she had to tell.
Then he left them promising that on the next day either himself or some trusty messenger should let them no what had taken plnee.
Nick hoped to send Moreland, who ought by that
time to be at horne.
Knowing wli.it joy the news ho had would give to Mrs. Liviugstou Nick decided to impart it to her ?without <lelny.
He went from Brooklyn directly to the Madison square mansion, .and asked for Mrs. Livingston.
Mrs. Livingston entered the reception room, ?wondering who the stranger might be.
"I am the detective employed by your husband." She turned ghastly pale, but commanded herself .with an effort. She merely bowed.
"I have very good news for you madam, and though my work is not yet finished, I cauld not re- sist coming to tell you."
" I thank you. Shall I send for my husband ?"
Her voice trembled, and Nick saw she was suffer înfr aconies. He hastened-to reassure her.
" No ; I only wish you to know. You have absolutely nothing to fear, -Mrs. Livingston. I know everything. The best that I can tell you is that you need not suffer remorse for the deatlK of jrour first child. It died Jt natural death. More- over, here is your note to Jane Manning/',
" Oh, sir! you are not deceiving me ?" . "What I say I believe to be ti lie."
" O, God ! I tliank you."
Tears rolled down the suffering woman's cheeks.
"Years and years of agony hare I suffered for iäiat innocently written letter. And now-"
She started to put it m the fire when Nick stopped her. !
" Be sure first that it is genuine."
"She read it, and exclaiming "It is," thrust it into the fire, and saw it curl and turn to black
"Your marriage with Mr. Dalton," now said liick,'" I have good reason to believe was genuine.''
" I have believed it for many years. I eught never to have doubted him, she said, simply.
''Mabel is safe, and rejoicing over the truth, which she now knows." /
" But you know she is not my daughter. And, alas ! I can never receive my own daughter under my roof."
" You mean Ethel ?" "Yes."
" I am told that she is not your daughter. At any rate,'I am convinced that Bhe is older than Mabel." ^ , " Then that woman deceived me !"
*' Not intentionally, I think. But I shall have I more to tell you about that In a day or two. In the meantime, have no fear of anybody. I -will see that yon are not disturbed. It would have been BO much batter if you had confided everything to > jne is the first place." j
" But I never saw you before."
" It was I who came here the day after Mabel's flight."
*' My husband said that man was killed." i " My father was killed, not I."
" Ah, sir," I would have liked to, but I believed i I was a murderess, and I had but just boon a thief,
" W«U, well," said Nick, compassionately, "it ÍB all over now, and you may give yourself up to the happiness of feeling perfectly free. Say nothing of this to Mr. Livingston, piesse. I am afraid his impatience to see Mabel would spoil my plans."