MARION'S UNCLE.

i A Case for the Detectives.

By SYLVANUS COBB, Jon.

[We hero give a synopsis of that portion of this story which, has already been pub lished, so thab readers of the Stau who missed the opening chapter.-; can begin with this instalment and understand it just the Fame as though they had read it all from the beginning : The heroine is Marion— ■Wilmot. Her father, Matthew Wilmot, (who in early life had been a popular actor), was a prosperous banker. Mis partner—- William Vernon—had died four years pre vious to the time the story opens, leaving a Widow and a nephew, Waltdr Vernon. Tho widow had married an English gentleman and had gone to Europe to live. _ Walter Vernon, the nephew, waa a favourite clerk of Matthew Wilinot's, and was soon to be his partner. He was also the accepted lover of Marion. Mr Wilmot had two other clerks —Arther Singleton and Jasper Ben wick, both of whom were in love with Marion. Jasper Rcuwick was distrusted by Mr Wilmot, and detested by his danghtr- ** Mr Wilmot had been greatly depressed for some days. One afternoon, when Marion had visited him at his bank, he told her ho should have to be away for a time, and gave her a package for his elder brother Stephen, to whom he said he had written to come and stay with her until his own return. When he was finally left alone in his oiiico he acted very queerly. He produced a tiny phial, containing a colourless liquid, which he poured into some water and drank, He then lay down on a lounge, and soon became devoid of motion and life. After a time Jasper Renwick and Walter Vernon went into the office, and seeing him so quiet, supposed he was dead. Bub Walter, on going near him, was impressed with the idea that something was wrong, and after a slight examination cried out that he did riot breathe at all. Renwick asked Walter to run for a doctor, which he did instantly, and while absent Renwick proceeded to do several remarkable things. He took from his pocket a phisl labelled poison and having •_ small quantity of liquid in it smelling strongly of bitter almonds. He poured a few drops upon the dead man's cravat, and then laid tho phial upon the carpet just under the edge of the sofa. He then took the banker's cheque book out of his desk, and cut out four cheques, making certain memoranda on tho butts from notes, which he copied from slips of paper in his own pocket. Then ho restored the hocused cheque-book to the desk. Finally, he took a letter from his own pocket and laid it on Mr Wilmot's desk. These arrangements completed, he turned down the gas and awaited the arrival of Dr. Vanwert, an eminent physician, and an old friend of the deceased banker. The doctor examined bhe body and pronounced him dead. While doing so, he discovered the phial laid by Renwick by the sofa, and pro nounced its contents Prussia acid. He pledged both the clerks to secrecy with 1 regard to this discovery, and asked them to report the banker's death as from hyper trophy of the heart. The coroner was summoned tho same evening and held an inquest ab once, a verdict of death from natural causes being returned. Dr. Vanwert himself took charge of the body and superintended all the arrange ments for the funeral. The letter which Jasper Renwick had placed on the banker's table was given to Marion, and proved to be a communication intimating that he was going to commit suicide; that he had ibeen "led into evil ways gradually," and had gone so far that he could not recover | himself. It stated that Jasper knew every thing, and had offered to take all bhe blame on himself and fly to Australia, but he (her 'father) could not let an innocent man suffer, -but would rather go himself aud leave Jasper to take his place in her heart. 11 exhorted her to unite her life witli Jasper Reuwick'SjSO that he might save lierfather's 'reputation. Dr. Vanwert and Walter compared this letter carefully with Mr 'Wilmot's handwriting, and although it i was a very clever imitation, they believed that they discovered signs in the formation of some of the characters wliich proved it to be a forgery by Jasper Renwick. Walter then went to the station to meet Uncle Stephen, who was expected to arrive.]

CHAPTER V.

Marion's Uncle,

On the next' morning—the morning of .Sunday—Marion was aroused at an early hour by the cries of the newsboys in the streets : ' Battle of the Wilder ness !' * More News from the Wilder ness !' ' Most Terrific Fighting on Eecord !' And so the brazen-throated urchins shouted, with their Sunday papers under their arms, seeming de termined that there should be no more sleep while they had a paper unsold.

. Ah ! what is my lot of sorrow when compared with the lot of thousands of my sisters on this holy Sabbath morn ing ? Should I not weep for others rather than for myself .

'Battle of the Wilderness!' at that moment yelled a youthful stentor under her window. ' Twenty thousand men dead, toounded and missing !'

Lighter and lighter grew her own burden under the influence of the thoughts and emotions thus called forth. She performed a hasty toilet, and descended to the breakfast-room, where she found two men sitting, one of them Dr Vanwert, the other— 0, the moment she looked upon him she knew him. The moment in which she met the warm, beaming glance of those

lustrous, loving eyes, was the moment in which the whole love and trust of her loyal heart went forth to her Uncle Stephen.

* Uncle ! Uncle !' she cried, spring ing forward with outstretched hands. *It is my dear Uncle Stephen, I know.'

A pair of strong arms opened and received her, and in a moment more she was clasped to as true and faithful ,a bosom as ever throbbed with life. ISo she* lay for a time, with her head pillowed close, while a restful feeling ! —a sense of supreme content and calm . repose-—pervaded every avenue of her j being, giving life and warmth where | she had erstwhile felt that life and". i warmth could never come again. By i and-by she moved back and surveyed his person. A man older than her father—ten years older, she had^been told—of very j nearly the same height, but consider ably stouter, not stronger, but more j fleshy than her father had been. At (first she had thought, him by no means go tall. That, however, she very I

quickly discovered had resulted from his rotundity. He was, in fact, what might be called 'a fat man,' but a very handsome and a very comfortable fat man ; and, moreover, of really line proportions. He wore a full beard, in which the silver was more prominent than it was in the hair. 11 was a hand some beard, the envy of many a dash ing biigadier who had gazed longingly upon it. It ivas the eye, however, that won most, quickly and most deeply upon the mourner. He looked at her with her dear father's own eyes. They were of the same colour, with the same clear, truthful light, the same gleam of infinite humour; in short, they were her dear papa's own eyes in her Uncle Stephen's head. 1 Well, Marion,' he said, with, a look that reminded her strangely of her father, 'what do you think of me. Will you trust me, and try to love me just a little ?' 'O, dear, dear uncle, I love you already ; and I will tnist you, even as my papa bade me.' And again she rested within the strong, sheltering embrace, and there

remained until the voice of the doctor broke the spell. He was informing them that breakfast was on the table waiting their will and pleasure. Thus Marion took her place at the head of the board, giving to her uncle the seat opposite, which had been her father's. The doctor sat at her right hand, while Walter Vernon, who had just come in from the drawing-room, where Saudv had relieved him, sat on her left. Uncle Stephen and Walter had already met, the latter having arrived at the house very shortly after the former had made his appearance on the scene. Marion, when she had poured out the coffee, asked Walter if he had found her uncle at the station. ' No. I found him here.' Then Stephen explained. He said he had come on in the second night express.

'The day was just breaking as I reached the bouse, and I found Doctor Vanwert up to receive me.' Under the cheering influence of Uncle Stephen and the good doctor the meal passed pleasantly, and even happily. Walter, having been ques tioned by the others, told the news as reported in the morning papers; and not a word of the present business was spoken until they had left the table.

And then, when they had adjourned to the libraiy, Uncle Stephen made known the arrangement which the doctor and himself had made. ' My dear child,' he said to his niece, ' under the peculiar circumstances of the case, and not knowing what stories Jasper Renwick may put in circulation, we have resolved to have the funeral as private as possible. I think this will meet your views and wishes.' 'Indeed it does, dear uncle. You cannot have it too private to please me.' ' Good ! Our good old clergyman, Mr Waybrook, will come in at ten o'clock, when we will have the services, with only the family and one or two especial friends present. Then, at noon, we will take the through express for Berryville, where the remains will be deposited in the old family vault. We shall return to-night. Do you think you aro equal to the work? Speak candidly; because, if you wish—' f Oh ! dear uncle,' the girl broke in, 'do not think of changing anything on my account. 1 can bear it if you can. Let all be done exactly as you have planned.' And so it was. At nine o'clock arrived Arthur Singleton—a young man slightly be low the medium height, dressed fashionably and well, but with no attempt at empty show. He was a clerk in the bank—the second book keeper—haying been employed since his eighteenth year, and he was now three-aiid-twen.y—a year older than Walter,

It would have been difficult to tell which of the two, Walter or Arthur, was the handsomer. Some said one, some said the other. There was this difference in their characters, however —and to a brave, healthful, confiding girl it was much: Nothing short of an unavoidable draft would have induced Arthur Singleton to enlist in the army. He was by no means a coward, but his love of self was far above his love of country, while in the path of moral duty his caution took precedence of his courage.

Waller Vernon, on the other hand, was instinctively a hero. His bravery was of the practical, living kind. When his country's honour was in danger, as he believed, his own life was a secondary consideration." The life of country came first in his esteem, and upon her altar he was cheerfully willing to offer up himself.

They both loved the beautiful daughter of their employer; they had loved her since they had known her; and both even now hoped to win hor. Arthur feared that his rival was the accepted one, but he had not yet had the courage to ask. Walter" would never have suffered himself to remain so long in unhappy ignorance, but, as we have seen, Arthur had not his

courage. Shortly before ten o'clock the Rev. Abner Waybrook, who had been for long years Mr Wilmot's 'spiritual guide and counsellor, put in an appearance; and when he had been informed of all that it was necessary he should know the servants were called in,' the company repairing to the large drawing-room, where the remains lay. The services were brief, but very affecting. The old clergyman had loved Matthew Wilmot, and of the tears shed on the occasion bo sure he shed his share. He was a poor man, and at the close Uncle Stephen quietly, and,unseen by others, dropped into hi 3 hand a bit of crisp, tinted paper that

j made his heart glad, notwithstanding

the gloom of the hour. At half-past eleven o'clock the casket was borne away to the railway station,where trie mourning party took the noon train for iierryvilie, .distant sixty miles. Marion had scon that Arthur Singleton wore an anxious, longing look, and she frankly asked him if he would like to accompany them to the dear one's old homestead. Ah ! how eagerly he accepted. Bui, truly, a deep and loyal love of his dear employer and friend had been the motive power ; that, and another love, which he dared not speak. The ruu to the old country village was made in exactly two hours. The Wilmot homestead, where Undo Stephen had his own vine and figtreo. was a substantial old farm-house, called 'The Hall' by the honest peasantry, built of red brick, with solid granite caps and coping. The churchyard was not far away, wherein was the Wilmot tomb, the resting place of the mortal remains of all the dead and gone VVilmots that had departed since the family had there lirst mado its home.

Marion did not go to the tomb. Her uncle told her there was no need. Only he and Dr. Vanwert went, leav ing herself and the two clerks behind, at the Hall, where the old housekeeper, Mrs Sanger, did all she could to make them comfortable. Uncle Stephen was a widower, with two sons, both of whom were in the army, and_ both officers of high rank and distinction. At live o'clock the housekeeper made ready an early supper, to wliich the company did ample justice ; andat six o'clock they took' the train for home. On their homeward way Arthur Singleton, seeing Uncle Stephen leave his seat by Marion's side, went and occupied it. The dear girl received him pleasantly, never dreaming that anything more than friendly sympathy was actuating him ; nor did his con versation for a time have any other ap pearance. At length Mr Wilmot, who had been in the smoking-car while away, was seen returning. Suddenly, as Uncle Stephen appeared, Arthur caught the girl's hand, whispering to her as he did so :

' Marion !—Miss Wilmot!—l have something to say to you. o!itis of great moment to me. May I write it . If I do so, will you kindly read it .'

She looked up into his eager, deeply flaming eyes with blank amazement.

' Why, of course you may/ she said, puzzled to know what he could mean. 1 And you will kindly read it ?' 'Certainly. Why should—'

'0! bless you ! Bless you, my—my —Ah! I will write what I cannot

speak.' And then, as ho arose to give place to her uncle, she knew his meaning. She wondered that she had not known it before. It made her very uncom fortable.

Presently her uncle broke in upon her thoughts by asking her what young Singleton had been saying to her. Her first impulse was to keep it to herself. Then she remembered what her father had told her, and, also, what the good old uncle himself had told her, and she confessed to him the truth, as she understood it. • Did you ever give him any encour agement in that direction ?' he asked her. Her answer was quick and emphatic. Looking up into his face

wonderingly, she said: ' 0 ! how could I . Surely, I never thought of such a thing. Why, I have loved Walter ever since I have known him; and he has loved me. How could I have given another Occasion to think such a thing . 'Perhaps he does not think so, my dear. He only hopes it. Borrow no trouble. Let him write, and then you can answer him. One thing let me say to you, here and now,' the good old man went on, with earnest, hearty love in every look aud tone: ' What-

ever may betide, let happen what will, be it joy or be it sorrow, be it hope or be it trouble, come to me, my precious child, for counsel and help. I will give you more than sympathy. I will give you all the love and devotion of a heart that cannot fail you. You will trust me always V ' 0, yes ! —and bless you, too !' and she pillowed her head on his support ing arm; and so she lay, sleeping, when the train came to a stand in the home station.

The whole party returned to' the Wilmot mansion, where the cook had prepared a good supper, of which all partook, notwithstanding the meal eaten at the country homestead.

At ten o'clock Dr. Vanwert arose to leave. He said he had several patients to visit before he sought his pillow. Then Walter Vernon arose, and a moment later Arthur Singleton did the same. Uncle Stephen shook hands with the pair of them, and told them that he should visit them at the bank early on the following morning.

'As you are probably aware,' he added, ' my.brother left all his business

in my hands. I have his will in my possession, and -shall wait upon the Judge of Probate as soon as possible. At all events, I have authority to con tinue the business Without stop or stay of any kind. I should prefer that you would not speak of this to Mr Renwick. Let me open the matter to him. Will you please ntc in this .' They both promised heartily, and shortly thereafter took their leave, tho doctor going from the door with them. And thus Marion and her uncle were left alone together. After they had. sat for a time in silence—sitting by the side of the banker's work-table in the library—the gentleman, looking up from a paper which he had been examining, found the eyes of his niece fixed upon him with a curious, questioning look. With a warm, lov ing smile, he asked her what she was thinking of. As she did not answer

promptly, lie put the answer more directly and quite earnestly : 'Tell me, Marion, were you think ing of me? If so, what did your thoughts amount to .

' Dear, dear uncle,' she cried, with fervent impulse, ' I was certainly thinking of you. I was asking my self, when you interrupted ni", how it was—by what means it had come to pass— that you should seem to me so near and so dear. Why, it seems as though I had known you always. I feel, when I look at you. as though I must put my arms around your neck and kiss you just as I did papa. And yet, only" think, I have really known yon but a few short hours.' ' Nay, my blessed child, you must not say that. In one .sense you have known me all your life Your fathXr and I were more than brothers. Look ing back over the past to the time when Matthew was a prattling child, I can not call to mind a season—not an hour —in which we were not true and stead fast friends. I loved him, I think I may truly say, as I loved myself; and I am sure he loved me the same. Some time I will show you some of the letters he has written to me. They will tell you the depth of his brotherly love. Come, darling, givo me a kiss, and let it seal the compact of faith and good-will between us.' ' Dearjlear uncle ! Ido love you—, I love you with all my heart: and I will keep the faith !' He returned her kiss and blessed her. ' God bless and keep yon, my precious child ! And may the infinite blessing be mine as I give the blessing of love and faith to thee.'

' Now,dear uncle,' said Marion after she had resumed her seat and had re covered her composure, ' there is a matter of business that I am very anxious to dispose of before I sleep. I know it is the evening of the Sab bath ; bnt this is something which ought not to remain as it now is. I allude to a packet that papa gave me, to be given to you. As he placed it in my hands he asked me if I had a safe place in which to put it. He said there were papers in it which Jasper Renwick must not see; and, further, he asked me not to speak of it even to Walter. When I asked him if it was very valuable, he answered, Yes. He said I carried a small fortune in carry ing that. You can imagine how anxious it has made me. Truly, I don't think I could sleep another night with it in my charge. I will run up and get it.'

' Yes, Marion. Let me have it at once. I know all about it/

The girl arose and hurried away. She was gone but a few moments, and on her return she bore the packet in her hand, with its three red seals intact.

' There it is, Uncle Stephen, just as papa gave it to me.' It was a compact neatly enveloped affair, over a foot in length, by six inches in breadth, and fully two inches thick; and so closely were its contents folded and compressed that it seemed almost impossible that simple papers could be so weighty. And yet only papers were in it.

'Marion,' said Stephen Wilmot, after he had looked at the seals ami run his eyes a second time over the superscription, ' I wish that you should remain and see this packet opened; but before I break the seals I must ask of you a promise. Promise me that until I shall give you permission so to do, you will not speak of this pouket nor of its contents to any other person than myself—not even to Walter Vernon. No matter what may be said—no matter what wonder you may hear expressed on account of papers or money missing from the vault of the bank—under no circumstances what' over will you breathe a word of this nor of its contents.'

She gave the promise without hesi tation, but with a surprise and curiosity which she did not attempt to hide. Her uncle saw, and presently said, after a little reflection :

'Marion, I will trust you fully. There shall be no l_alfw.iy confidence between us. I will tell you why I have obtained from you this promise; but mark me: You will be secret as the grave. Then know ye, my dear child, that Jasper Renwick is, planning a wholesale robbery of the bank, It was knowledge of this fact that has tened your dear father's end, I have _w> doubt. He could not expose him. At some time I will tell you why not. But with me it is different. I tan do what dear Matthew could nyver have done. I can expose the villain. With your assistance I can entrap and punish him • and I do not think you will fail me.'

'Never, dear uncle. I have pledged myself to keep faith with you; and be sure I will keep it while life and sense are mine.'

' Darling ! I believe you. And now for the inside of the packet. Let mo see what it can be that is so valuably First, however, you may turn the keys m those two doors.'

He alluded to a door opening into the main hall, and to that which opened into her own sanctum. She arose and locked them both, beinc careful to make no noise in slipping the bolts; and when it.had been done she resumed her seat, after which her uncle proceeded to break the seals of the mysterious packet.

(To be Continued To-morrow.)

THE AUCKLAND EVENING STAR. WEDNESDAY,■ AU&UST ; 3_, 188..

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