Sentinel of the valley. [volume] (Woodstock, Va) 1841-1848, 1842-10-13
vooDsTocK, VIRGINIA: OCTOBER IS. 1912.

he could do, without exciting ilnmedi-
ate attention..
g Which way?o said hewhose vehi-
Gle was nearest, Standing with his foot
on The step.
8 4iI together, ofcollrse, = said ano
ther. ssLet's make a night Of it.''
6 pardon ne,'' said the deep sweet
voice ofthe last out from the club. 81
seceIle, forone. Go your ways, gen
<tlemen."
q Now, what the deuce is afoot;''
said the foreman, again stepping back
on the side walk. "Don't let him off,
Fitz! Is yourcab here, Byron, or viii
you let me dive you! By Jove, you
,shan't leave Us
aBut you shall leave ne; and so you
are not forsworn, my friend! In plain
phrase, I won't go with you; and |
don't know where shall go. So spare
your curiosity thetrouble Of asking. |
have a presentiment that am wanted
BY devil or angel
81 see a hand you cannot see.''
aAnd very pretty hand it is, ] dare
swear,'' saidthe former speaker, jump
ing into his cab, and starting Of with a
spring of his blood horse, followed by
all the vehicles at the club door, save
one.
Byron stood looking aferthem mo-
ment, and raised his hat, and pressed
his hand hard on his forehead. The
unknown person who had been linking
near seemed willing to leave him for a
moment to his thoughts, OF was en-
barrassed at approaching stranger.
AS Byron turned with his hating steps
to descend the steps, however, he came
suddenly to his side.
aMy lord" he said; and was silent,
as if waiting permission to go on.
ssWellp' replied Byron, turning to
him without the least surprise, and loo
king closely into his face by the light
of the street lamp.
aIcome to you with an errand which,
perhaps"
"a strange one, / am sure; but |
am prepared for i'll have been fore
warned of it. What do you require OF
mes-for I am readyl0
"This is strangen' exclaimed the
man. "Has another messenger, then =
None except spirit-for my heart
alone told me should be wanted at
this hour. Speak at once"
"My lord, dying girl has sent for
YOU'D
"Do know herr"
"She has never seen you. Will you
come at once, and on the way | will
explain to you what | can of this sim
gular Grand +; though, indeed, when il
IS told you, you know all that I COM
prehend."
They were at the door Of the hack
ney coach, and Byron entered without
further remark.
@.Baek againt'' said the stranger
as the coachman closed the door, "anc
drive for dear life, for we shall scarce
be ia time, | fear!''
The heavy tongne of St. Paufs struck
twelve, as the rolling vehicle hurriee
On through the now lonely street; ane
though SO far from the place whence
they started, neither Of the two occu
pants had spoken. Byron sat viii
folded arms and bare head in the cor
neF Of the coach; and the stranger, will
his hat crowded over his eyes, seemed
REFRESHING same violent emotion; anc
it was only when they stopped befor
a low door il a street close upon tn
river, that the latter found utterance.
"Is she alive?' he hurriedl y aslSeo
ola woman who came out at the soune
of the carriage wheels.
" She was a moment sIace-but b
quiehl"
aByron followed quickly on the heel
of his companion; and, passing thro'
dirnly lighted entry to the door Of III
back room, they entered. A lamp
shaded BY curtain Of spotless purity
threw faint light upon bed, upo
which lay a girl, watched by physl
clan and nurse. The physician ha
Just removed a small mirror from be
lips, and, holding it to the light, b
whispered that she still breathed. A
Byron passed the edge Of the curtain
however, the dying girl moved the fin
gers Of the hand lying on the coverle
and slowly opened on him her langul
eyes-eyes of inexpresslble depth {
lustre. No one had spoken.
aHe is here!n' she murmured.-
uRaise me, mother, while | have tim
to speak TO him."
Byron looked around the chamoel
trying in vain to break the spell OF aw y
which the scene threw over him. Il
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