The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1868-07-05

Then he turned eagerly to Henrietta
How is this, Mistress Hewitson? For
you. l trnst -
Henrietta did not at first reply. She w,,s
as white as ashes, and her eyes glitterv,d
Will, strange mingling of courage and OF
desperate fear. "Send away the dog" she
not bear to see her." and then burst into
tears.
Roger said one word, aud MAZDA instantly
few toward the castle. s. He was about to
follow i'm the same direCeton,in order to pro-
cnre some water, but tho girl caught him
| by the ATM, and held himss0 that he could
not move.
Calm yourself, entreat yOu," he said,
fancying she was still under the influence
Of terror. q Ne wonder that even your high
courage has given way. Let me call Nora.
| -"Call no one!" Henrietta gasped. "Call
no one, but tell me, is there not o priest and
some other outlaws, in hiding on the chief
tain's rock 7"
"WI,at then 7" he asked, the blood sud-
denly rushing to his heart, as he thought Of
Nellie. .,..a a.. -, -.
"Wi'at thenf'' she repeated fiercely;
because, (Ol,. that had known it but an
hour ago. because death is there, and
treachery and woe! but whittier are you
going p she cried, following him as he
broke suddenly from her grasp, and began
Whitherf whittier Z" he answered, like
one speaking in his sleep. "There, of
course. Where else. My God that should
have left Nellie there !"
The girl !" cried Henrietta; "and you
have been there already, and have had time
to row all this way back 7 My God, then
it Will be too late to save her. The church
must be in flames ere now"
O'More made no reply, but leaped at once
into the boat "what do You want :" he
asked, almost savagely, as Henrietta fol-
lowed him. "What do you want here-you,
the child of her assassin"
81 want to save her, and, still more, to
save my father, if can, from this most
fearful guilt" she answered promptly.
Roger made no further opposition. Once
energy of despair, and Henrietta helped
him nObly. They were obliged to trust en-
tirely to their oars, and the delay was mad
dening. Roger never cast q single glance
toward the spot where all his soul was
centred, but Henrietta could not resist a
Suddenly she cried out.
8 What is it ?" lie asked nervously; what
is it -
'Thcy have fred the church, she said.
in smOthered tones. "There is a cloud Of
smoke and now-lny God IA jet of flame
going through it to the sky!'
He made no reply, but he bent to the oar
until the bead-drops of mingled agony and
toll stood thick upon his brow.
God help them! They must lie trying
something like a shot or two Of masIetrs
reached her ear,
Faster he rowed, and faster. The boat
leaped like living thing along the waters.
They were close to the cliff at last. Over
head, the sky was hidden by a canopy of
heavy smoke, with here and there streak
of fire flashing like forked lightning athwart
it. Underneath, the water lay black as ink |
in the reflection of the clouded heavens, as !
the boat rushed through it. One more
effort, and they were in the cove-another,
and they were flung high and dry upon the |
beach: Roger jumped out without word.
Was he IN timer or was he not? His |
whole soul was engrossed in that fearful |
question.
What are you going to do ?" asked Hen
in the enterprise was to be. He had been
searching in the bottom of the boat for
something; but he looked up then with IL
klndling eye, and said:
Will You be true to the end - !
So help me God. will" She ANSWERED.
in that quiet tone which tells all the more
of steady courage that it has no touclt~of
buster in it. He had found what he wanted
nova cutlass and q coil of ropeZand an
swered rapidly:
= "Take the boat out of this, then. and
wait beneath the cliffs. Wait till come.
or until yonder tower falls. as fall it must,
and soon: After that, you may go home in
peace. Yes, peace! For happen what. may,
your soul at any rate, will be guiltless of
this days murder"
He showed the boat back into deep water
as he finished speaking, and then, without
even looking back to see if Henrietta fol-
lowed his directions, strobe rapidly up the
cliffs.
ITO be Continued F.
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