The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1865-08-24

eyes the startling assertion Of his friend =
but as we know already, the boats wer
really gone, and Abel Rushton with them
the only token of the latter being the rop,
that bound him, which the men found OF
the rocks
This comes of your clumsy style of ty
ing the fellow up said Mr.. Chris savageIy
to his friend. If had secured him myself
we should have found him where we left
him." ssrs.
How about your own handiwork, them?
retorted Steve, pointing to Nam. She
didn't get away, did she ? Ono!'
There's some deviItry about the whole
business that can't make out" said MIR.
Chris. 81 could have sworn that it was i'm
possible for that woman to stir; and yet in
less than five minutes after leave her, she
is free. can't understand it at all. But,
however, we have no time to bother our
heads with that just now: the question is,
how are we to get away from this cursed
den p
Black Steve scratched his head disconso-
lately, but the operation did not seem tc
brighten his ideas.
Wasn't that boat saw lying on the
other side Of the rock ?" said Mr.. Chris, after
cogtating in silence for minute or two.
'Oh, that's one of the old lighthouse
boats that got hole knocked in her bottom
last winter and is laid up there to dry into
matchwood, | suppose. She's no go. she
would go down with US before we got a
quarter of mile away said Steve
''4ou must mind this she-cat, while l 90
and have look at the boat, answered Mr..
Chris
In the course of inmate or two, he came
hurrying back. All right, my hearty = he
exclaimed. There's nothing the matter
with the old tub that | can't set to rights in
a couple of hours at the furthest-at least,
sufficiently to make her answer our purpose.
There's wood, and tools, and a kettle OF
pitch in the lighthouse Well cheat those
long-shore fellows yet, Steve my boy; and
live for years to come to tell of our adven-
lures on the Skeve Mhoil'
Black Steve fired off a double-shotted vol
ley OF oaths in his satisfaction at hearing
this news.
But first of ALL, added Mr.. Chris how
are you going to dispose of this feminine
piece of goods !?
'Ob, shoot her, or drown her, which you
like, replied the brutal giant; so long as
you finish her off, it don't matter
Nay, my friend, it is no business of mine
whatever and it is for you to decide. and for
you 10 execute. 1t seems to me, however,
that the modes you suggest are both vulgar
and commonplace; and if you would allow
me suggestion, would say, why not bind
her securely to this wooden stoup, and leave
her there =? She would hardly get away a
second time L think besides, there's no
place for her to run to-
Leave her there for the tide to come up
and drown her, suppose you mean p said
Steve with a slight shudder which even his
hardened nature could not repress.
Nay, my iinpulsive Stephen you have
no right to assume that meant anything
of the kind. All that said was, fasten her
to that'stoup If the tide persists in coming
up as you say, Why that is no business of
ours; it mnst do as it likes, of course, but
we can't be responsible for its actions The
tide may be going out, for anything we
know or care"
Black Steve whose nerves had quite re-
covered from their mementary tremor, grin
ned approval of the scheme. He picked up
the rope that had been used to hold Abel
Rushton, and grasping Nam roughly by the
shoulder babe her get up, for she was still
kneeling with bent head and clasped hands.
She sprung to her feet, as though a serpent
had bitten her; the moment Steve touched
her shoulder. Are you men or monsters
she exclaimed, turning suddenly, and facing
her two. tormentors, that you talk of tortu-
ring poor helpless woman thus I? Have
you no mothers and sisters of your own, to
think Of whom would shame you out of SO
terrible crime If | must die, let me
die quickly you have the means at
hand. What have done to either of you,
that you should condemn me to a death so
horrible p
Look here Janet Gawne! J. exclaimed
Black Steve fiercely Seven years ago,
swore to be revenged on thee, and this night
I'll keep my word I've long memory,
and never forgive injury; so don't ask for
mercy here, lass, because neither of US
knows the meaning of the word I've
longed, times out of mind, to be revenged on
thee and thy smooth tongued husband: now
that the chance has come, PIN not going to
let it slip through my fingers. And Black
Steve laughed great brutal laugh of tri-
cred hooking fends.
Nam Gurlock uttered nc further word of
any kind, but passively suffered herself to
be led to the 'stoup, Mr.. Chris so far assist
ing his friend after which, Black Steve
proceeded to tie her to the post securely as
his skill knew how; then, after few more
hooking words they left her to her fate,
and crossed TO the other side of the rocks,
and at once set about their task of patching
mp the old boat, on which their safety now
entirely depended. The stoup to which
they had fastened their victim was merely
a stout wooden post, fastened down to the
rock with iron clamps and screws, to which
the larger class of craft that sometimes WISH
ted the Skeye 1Ihoil in calm weather might
be safely moored whatever the state of the
tide. %aht3
Yes, Nam Gurlock was left to her fate,
and very dreadful one it seemed to her
brave soul, which was not daunted by tri-
fes. The tide was rising fast already its
tapping waves were washing about her tiny
felt and ankles: in less than an hour il
would cover her head. The wind had died
away again with the turn of the tide,
and the bank of cloud that had laid low
in the north for so long time, was now
creeping up the sky with dark intent, shut
ting out the stars one after another, and
would soon obscure the moon itself. Man
Gurlock's eyes unconsciously followed the
unfolding edge of cloud in its slow steady
advance The cloud was advancing, apc
the tide was rising; and by the time thai
black canopy had shut out the whole brigh
mooulit sKy. the waters would have closed
over her, and she would be reckoned nj
more among the living Well, now tina
Miles was dead there did not seem much il
life to desire. Jamie was safe, and woalt
be well cared for and properly brought VI
by Miles relations at Birchalleu; still, i
would have been sweet to see the lad grow
up, and to watch the ripening promise 9
childhood fulfill itselfin summers yet un
born; not for her might such happiness be
Then the sky and ocean vanished from be
fore her eyes, and she saw the little cottag
where she and Miles had spent their happ
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