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Will positively cure Bright 1 * Disease, Diabetes, Dropsy, Gravel, Torpid Liver, Biliousness, Jaundice and i'ains in the Heart. Priw $1.00 per Bottle. Sold by all Druggists. PRBPARB.M»NLV BV ^ .T.tOU,., Green Bay Lumber Company, TMMYSTE Bv Tttt AU7HCK Lumber and Coal, AND ALL KINDS OF BUILDING MATERIAL, New yards north of Carroll mills, OarroU, Iowa. CHAPTER IV. Thure was no doubt that Felix intended to continue passing himself otf as Francis. For how long I was uncertain; perhaps for the rest of his natural life or until ho made Olivia his wife. In this latter event he could reveal the fraud with impunity and, revert to his own identity. I could not belp thinking that he hud beoii informed beforehand of the death of hia brother, else he would not have dared to keep up his imposture •with a possible revelation so near at hand. Even assuming such ignorance, I had now told him of the death myself and BO strengthened his position. 1 regretted that I had not been more cautions. I was curious to see whom he woulil bring forward as a witness to his identity. Scarcely Olivia, as if she once had suspicion of the truth she would never rest until all was cleared up to her satisfaction. I hardly thought Felix would run such risk, the .more so as his story of losing the pearl ring could not stand against my assertion that it was on the ^finger of the dead man. If he still persisted in declaring himself to be Francis, I determined that he should ride with me' to the Fen inn and there see the corpse of the man whose name he had so shamelessly assumed. That would surely settle the matter. Felix was bolder than I gave him credit for, as his witness proved to be none other than Olivia Bellin. She entered the room with assumed lightness, but her face was anxious, and she glanced every now and then at Felix as though to seek his aid and countenance. He, as was'natural, wore a haggard expression. His nerves were tensioned up to the highest piteh, a matter of small wonderment., seeing that his life's happiness depended upon this interview. '' What is tMs strange story you bring, Mr. Deuham?" asked Olivia, greeting me coldly. In our best days we were never overfriendly. "Has not Mr. Briarfield told yon?" "I have not had the time," interposed Felix quickly. "Beyond a few hints of the truth she knows nothing." Not even that yon are Folix Briarfield?" "Felixl" repeated Miss Bellin in surprise. "But you are making a mistake, Mr. Deuhniu. This is Francis." "So he says." "Yon see, Olivia,"said Briarfleld, addressing Miss Bellin, "Denham in- lists upon taking me for my brother Felix." "How absurd! I assure you, Mr. Denham, that Felix is in Paris. I received a letter from him only this morning." "Impossible," said I, taken aback by the authority of her tone. "It is quite true, "she continued hurriedly. "Excuse me for u moment, aud I shall fetch the letter. You must believe the evidence of your own eyes." When sho left the room, Folix turned toward me with a gleam of triumph iu his eyes. "Are yon convinced?" he asked mook- . "JSo. lam puzzled." l,"In what way?" "To think now you managed to grt' that letter sent on from Paris without being there yourself." "AgaiuHt stupidity the gods thorn•elves fight in vain," quoth Felix, shrugging his shoulders. "I assure you that my brother Felix is in Paris. Miss Bel lia is about to produce a letter received from him only t^tis morning, and yet you insist thtit I am uot myself and that ho whom I pretend to be is dead. You •reread." . , "Here is the letter," said Miss Bol- liu, entering at this moment. '' You see, it bears thu dato of yesterday, Ho is at present staying at the Hotol des Strangers, Hue de St. Honoro, but talks of going to Italy." I examined the letter closely, It was genuine enough. Of thut there was no doubt, au it bore the French and Bug lish postmarks. I quite believed that it was writtun by Folix, but also that it had boeu forwarded from Paris by an emissary of tho young man in order to koop up tho noodful deception. Certain ly Folix had a marked tulout for iu- triguo. "If Folix Briarflold is in Parts," said I, handing back tho lottor to Olivia, "who WUH it I uiot at tho Fon inu lout night?" "Tho Fon iuu?" replied Olivia, with a puzzled look. "Why, no ono lives thoro uow, Mr. Duuhuin. It in iu ruius and hus bouu empty for over two yearsJ "NovertluilosB it wus tcnuutodt las night, and I slept thoro; also 1 met Fruuoia BriurUold at tho HIUUO pluoo." "Frauds wus uot out of thu hcmuo lust night," doclurod Oliviu dooinivoly. "Quito truo," ho ropliod. "J weut to bod ourlj with u bud heitduehe." "It wus rut you I mot ut the iuu night, but your brother Francis," "How can you persist in so foolish a Btory?" suid Olivia angrily. "This Fruucis, uud " lix in in Paris. You could uot httvu met either of tuow U tho Fun iuu laat uight, uud indeed oou't boliovo (hut you ulopt thoro ut all.' "1 did, Miss Bolliu, uud thoro 1 we "If you d}d, where is ho uow? Why not clear up tho uiynUtry by briugiui him horo with you?" "BoouuH* ho in dead." "Dead I" nho ouhood, cutoulug th arm of Frauds. "DeadI \Yhoin dead? 1 "Hois mad," nho suld to Fell* iu low touo, uw tow )vhju> with "Upon my word, I ntn beginning to think EO mysnlf," I said, losing my tnmpei, "but 1 deolai'o on my oath that Ifipenk the truth. There is only one way of solving tho riddla Come out with me to tho Feu iuu and look on tho face of the dead man I say is Francis Briarfield. A single glance will give the lie to the assertion of this man who pretends to be your lover I" Folix looked at Olivia, she at him. It seemed th mo that they grew a shade paler. I wondered whether any guilty bond existed between them, as certainly they seemed to understand t one another very well. Olivia appeared anxious to protect Felix from harm. Either she really believed him to be Francis or had taken her heart from one brother and given it to the other. It was she who spoke first, and throughout the interview the "woman played a more daring game than did the man. Her attitude puzzled me, and for the moment I was quite iu the dark as to what were her real thoughts regarding my story aud that ot S.e psendo Francis. "We cannot go tonight," she said, with some hesitation, "but tomorrow morning, if you like, we will ride out to the inn." I glanced at my watch. "It is now 6 o'clock," said I, "and will be light up to 9 or thereabout There is plenty of time for us to ride to the Feu iuu, and I thiuk it advisable to do so at once. " "Why not tomorrow morning?" objected ^Felix. ^ "Great heavens, Briarfield, have yon no natural affection? Don't I tell you that your brother is lying dead there? Can't you understand the necessity of attending to so serious a matter without delay? If you have no affection, you might at least'have decency." "I decline to believe that my brother is dead," said Briarfield coolly. "That letter shown to you by Olivia proves that he was in Paris yesterday. He could not have come over so quickly, and besides would have no reason to go to the Feu iunl" "Of course if yon insist upon assuming your brother's name I can say nothing, but I know the truth and had it from the lips of Francis." "What do you mean?/' asked Olivia. "I mean that Francis returned from Chile a few days ago and went to the Feu inn by appointment in order to hear the explanation of Felix.." "What explanation?" "The reason of Felix passing himself off as Francis." ' 'You are utterly mistaken, Mr. Den- bam. I swear that this is Francis, the man to whom I am engaged." Can you wish for stronger proof?" sked Felix, with the marked intention f insulting me. I paid uo attention to his sneer, but turned ronud to Miss Bellin and asked a pertinent question. "Where is the pearl ring yon gave Francis, Miss Bellin?" 'The pearl ring?" she said, much ag- tated. " Yes, I did give Francis a pearl ring, but he lost it Did yon not lose it, Trauois?" sho added, turning toward »e? lover. '"Two months ago." "Well, Miss Bellin," said I deliberately, ' 'if yon come out with me to the Ton inn, I will show you the pearl ring on the linger ol the dead man." "It cannot 1>e-jit is impossible," she murmured, clasping her hands together u great distress. "I nm utterly bowil- lered by your talk Francis returned :'roui Chile three monthn ago, aud my mother consented to our engagement" It was uot Frauds who returned," I isacrted doggedly, "but Folix—Felix, who nrotnuds tu IIP iu Paris. " "But this letter?" "Buhl Th«t was written hereby Briarfield and forwarded to a friend in Paris, to be posted buck to you," "Liar I" oriwl Folix, dashing forward with oliuvhed fists. "If you dor.'t re tract that stwtempiit, I'll" "For pity'ssako, bo quiet," entreated Olivuii throwing herself between UB. "Do not bring my mother here. Frim ois, you do uot kuow tho harm you ure doing. Mr. Douluuu," sho added, turning to mo as he suddenly stopped buck, do you say this goutleman is Folix?" "I do most deoidodly." "1 tell you, sir, it is not so. This is Biy affianced lover, Francis. Groat heav ens, could u woman muko u mistake iu BO serious a mutter?" 1 buliovo the rosoiublouco botweei tho brothers would deceive uuy ono." "Lotussottlo tho" question by goiuf; to tho Feu iuu," said Folix sharply. "I'll wugor that thoro we ftud uoicuiv landlord nor any ouo." "You dou't believe mo?" said 1 quickly. "I do not, sir. I beliovo you huve drounutd «11 this rubbish. I am hw» —I, Francis Briuruold. Folix, uiy biv ior, Uiu Paris, and as to your cook uud bull Btory of a murder ut tho Fou iuu I dou't boliovo a, word of it." "Vory well, Briwuold," I said, pick, iug up uiy hut "You have chosen your course. J will uow OUOOBO miuo. Hitherto I huvo kept tho affair quiot for your •oka uud for that of Mist* Belllu. Now I will pluoo the inattw in tho hands of tho authorities mid wtwh my huuiU of tho whole affair." "Do whut you thiuk fit," retorted Brluruold fiercely »ud tin-nod his buck on uio. Btuug byhiu'wutimiptuuuBu'.uii- nor, I wtUkod wuurtJy toward t!u» door, but waB utoppod OH tlto thruuhuld by "It is fit) Use, your going to see the police, Ml 1 , betilrun,"shei eftM atixicrtis- ly. "1 assurci it wUt only ffot yon into trouble. Your story is too Wild to be- lievo. They will say yon aro mad." "I'll take tho risk of thnt 1 am hot yet fio mad as uoi, to bolieve the evi- deuce of 1117 own eyes.' Let me pass, Miss Bellin," "Stay!" she said in a peremptory tone. "Leu me speak a moment With Francis.'' 1 bowed iv. 7 hsud in token of acquiescence, and sJ-.i- pli'lrd buck to \vhoro Fo- lix wan looking oiifc of tho window. For a few nimuk'S they spoke together itt low, hurried voices. She seemed to be i'l For o few minutes they spoTcc together In low, liurrlcd voices. entreating and he refusing. At length he evidently yielded to her prayers, for he sank into.a chair with a gesture of despair, and she returned to my side. "I don't wish yon to get into trouble, Mr. Deuham," she said coldly, "nor do I wish yon to use my name, «s yon assuredly will do in making your report to the police. I believe this story of yours to be a hallucination, and in order to convince you of it am willing to ide out to the Fen inn tomorrow with you aud Francis. When we arrive there, assure you we shall see nothing." "I am certain you'll see more than p ou bargain for," said I dryly. "I would rather you went there tonight." "I cauuot. My mother would not al- ow me to go. Be a little considerate, r. Denham." I saw the justice of this reasoning and forbore to press the point. After ,11, so long as they went the time did not much matter. "Then lot it be tomorrow morning," said coldly, "at 10 o'clock. I will be at your park gates. If you and Briarfield are not there, I go at once to the lolice office aud give information con- leruiug the murder of Francis." CHAPTER V. After that momentous interview I iresented myself to my astonished rela- ives. These were two lovable old maids, sisters of my mother, who had passed he best part of thoir existence in the Cathedral square ol! I.Iaishminster. They mew everybody and all about everybody and pottered through life witft the as- . sistance of a comfortable income which I fa f» ,°t *<jUx, ;d Aunt ftia.3, ,,i.;;,.... >,(,.,ttltn- bly blaih liorseifV "unro, sister, she wns not ill look-, big,'' said thu gentler Sophittj who hnd been a toast in her youth, '-'She hart i good figure mid dork hair and eyes, admired her complexion, .Taae. It Wai-, like cream alid a dimple here," finished Sophia, touching her chitt. "A pretty 1 , pretty dimple." "Sophia I" "Well, it was a pretty dimple, Jane. No ono can. finny that." In this* description I espied ttof* • Btreiit, ospeciullj /is regards the dimple. I had noticed it myself. Evidently there was an understanding between this woman and Felix which had led her to • taking up hor quarters in the Fen inn with her father, if indeed the laudlvird Was her father—a frtot I was beginning to doubt. I set the garrulous ladies off on another tack. "Do yon know anything about the- Fen inn, Aunt Jane?" . "The lone inn, child? Never name it I In my youth it was the scene of a terrible murder, and since that time- no ouo has liwil in it save one man." "It is now in ruins, "said Sophia, with bated breath, "and is said to be haunted," • : , , "Does any one go near it?" "No one. I don't think there is a man in the country who would venture near the lone inn after dark. Two yenrs ago a stranger refurnished and repaired it, but he did not stay longer than » week." \ ' 'What became of him?" "He disappeared," said Aunt Sophia, nodding her head solemnly, "vanished altogether. It was 1 supposed that he was drowned in the marshes. The house is still furnished, I boliove, but no one goes near it." "What about the landlord?" "It's in chancery," said Aunt Jan«> wisely. "It has no landlord." After this discussion I went to b with plenty to think about. I saw w enough that Strent and his daugh had taken up their abode in the ruin house for a certain purpose. That p pose was, I verily believed, to encomp the death of Francis Briarfield, and n that it was accomplished they dis peared. As Aunt Sophia said, the furniture of tho former proprietor was still, thore, so a touch or two had rendered the house habitable. This accounted for- their unwillingness to receive me as a guest and for the mildewed aspect of the rooms which had struck me so forcibly. A second tragedy had accentuated the evil reputation of the house. But, while the first tragedy was known to all, the second was known only to myself and to—Folix Briarfield. I felt certain that ho was connected in some way with the unexpected death of his brother. Francis had been lured to that lonely inn for the purpose of'be- ing murdered,'and the crime had been accomplished by Strent and his daughter. So far as 1 knew, Felix had not been near the house on the night in question, yet he was without doubt morally guilty of the crime. Olivia, believing him to bo her lover Francis, did not place much faith in my 'story, but surely, when she was convinced by tho Bight of the dead body and I had torn the mask from the would-let mei deal ;hoy shared in common, a trifle of gossip and a series of afternoon teas. At the daily services of the cathedral they were always to be seen aud were intimately acquainted with the dean and chapter. Even the bishop condescended 'o take ted with them on occasions, and ;hey held their heads high in consequence. Moreover, they loved me greatly, though I was but a graceless nephew to the good souls. When I made my appearance, the Misses Dnrrunt received me with open arms. They had not expected me till much later iu the month, but bad already prepared for my reception. My portmanteau, which I had ordered to be seut down from London, hud arrived, the bedding of my room was thoroughly well aired, aud Rachel, their handmaiden, spread for me a sumptuous meal, When I washed and clothed myself anew, I mado an excellent meal, for the long tramp from tjie Feu iuu made me huugry. I then eat down, for a chut and a smoke. I think he uuy, Jane," hutted So-' " '"^iii y eltB unur tbo dpou window, Sophia,'' was tho firm reply, whereupon, this little comedy having boon gone tlircmgh, iis usual, I produced my pipe aud took my appointed station. Thus settled, I mado inquiries about Belli u Bull uud its Initiates, "I soo yon have tho Loiulou bounty down here, aunt.'' "Olivia Bolliu," said tlwy both iu a breath and then sighed. • "Is thoro anything to uinurn al.'out, Aunt June?" I uxkod', prickiyj! np uiy tiara for useful Information- which 1 know these «OHi ; i])s could nupo);,'. "Ah," sighed Aunt Junu, 1'uHiug her withorud hr.nds, "who knows tiio wick- uduesH of t!io hourly" "Olivia'n hourt" "Dour mo, uo, Lionel," said Auut Sophia 8ounduli/wl. "Hho in a good girl —us good as Bho in lovuly—uud not w silly us liur mother," ooiioludod tho old lady, with foiniuino spito, "Thou to whoso heurt do you alludo?" This quotitioii Blurted u duot butwoou the two old I ml i OH. Friwuis Iklurflcldl You reuioiuUir, Jaw?" "Yos, Bopliiit That hussy with tho feuthor bou"—— Was BCSOU Bpcukiug to him iu tho outhodrul by Bishop Joyou'B tomb." "And Uu Hoomud vwy intimate with hor." "Still, June, ho wus glud when Hhe left MurBhuiiiibtoi'." "Uuthur roUovui, I think, Bophiu." "Aud poor Olivia liulllu know noth iiiT about liia wiokoduosB," thuy oou oh ilvHt togothor. My hourt bout rapidly. In this idle talk I wtw u link which would bind F lix Uriurfiuhl to thu girl ut the Fou iuu. "Wtw tfho u ju'iHly gliTi"' I askwl with woll simulated cuvuluHBUOBS." "llunilsonio is'uH huuilsouio doc*, with him as he deserved. ' Next morning I was up betimes, and telling my aunts I would not be book till late weut round to the sole livery stables possessed 'by Marshminster. These , •were kept by Bob Fuiidy, a bow logged little man, who bad bouu a jookoy.iu his youthful days and who was a great riend of mine. He expressed great joy >{. my reappearance in Murshininster, •ud mounted mo on the best of his. cteeds. I was in too great a hurry to exchange more than a few words with the Denial old follow aud set out at once 'or Bellin Hall. Later on I regretted my iRSte, as a few words of explanation rom Fundy would have saved memaobi money aud a long journey, ' At 10 o'clock I was at the park gate* t but Folix aud Olivia had uot yet put in 01 appearance. I intended to denounce ?olix us u murderer iu the presence of | its brother's dead body and to tell Miii 3elliu of his friendship with Bow •Stront. Jealousy, if nothing else, might nake her guess tho truth and prevent Felix currying on tho shameless iinpos- \ lure iu which ho uow indulged BO insolently. Onoe I proved th* identity of tho doud man by moons of the pearl ring, which Olivia would recognize, I hoped to muko short work of tho pretensions of Felix. It wns a difficult tawl., but I wus now seizod with wkttt If known us dotootivo 1'ovor uud determined to run the assassin to ourth. His uauio, I firmly bolioved, was Edward Sta'out uud thut Folix was mi aoc.qro- plioo. It wus questionable whether Rose Strout hud taken miy active part iu tho commission of tho oriiue. In u f«w minutes I saw thorn ridiug down thu uvouuo. They looked u huml- ,1! k In a fcu> mlnutet / win them r •owo couple, aud I algliud to think Uaw tuu outward ujjjjournuco of Foils belle4 bin foul n[)irU, Olivia loolvud vouiurk*' bly buuutii'ul uuii luuuugud lw hoa'se to p«'fuutiow An tuoy drew now tUoir huwjiwd looks, an thuugU Uio ulijltt w.itUouJ: jdeej), ,

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