Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1872-01-03


the young wife.
Danger. no, darling; don't think it,
ne laughed.
But, she continued, bursting into tears,
you will not, either, remember the past
you will forget the wrong done yOui
and, if you can, you will save my mo-
ther?
Save her? Why, what silly puss
Calm your fears, pet. Think! l. it like
", with 60 many outlets to the place,
that Lady Penderleith will be in danger
No; she is safe enough, rest assured ! II
Motif it prove that I am able TO do her
service, do you fancy,s such moment,
I should hesitate?
Nc; trust ia you, Gerard, she re-
Joined. While Mrs. Lyle reflected, with |
much compunctiOn II I have ever
said or done anything unjust towards
the poor woman, heaven pardon me!
The Baronet, embracing his wife with |
smile, placed her in his mothers
arms, and whispering, Comfort her mo-
ther sprang down the stairs to the
stables. A minute later, he and Rich
ard Maybrook were riding rapidly to-
wards the conhagration. BY each mile
they IeSsened the distance, they saw the
dre was greatly increasing. The skies
above began TO pant with the lurid heat.
The dark clouds Of smoke rolled black
and threatening over the peaceful
noonlit country.
It's thE left wing, Sir Gerard, ejauls-
ted the gamekeeper.
Yes; and great heavens, it's her lsdy5il
ships own apartments Through whS n
Ecarelessness could 1t hsve happened? IN
Then the ides flashed across IPa
brain, was It the work Of her own VII
Idictiveness ?
II so, he muttered, II is well. 8
would take care Of her own safety.
Soon they overlook persons hurryissld
on foot In the same direction as thei,ns.
selves. Then, urging on their horhl5
yet more rapidly, they dashed up to -
house through the crowd which ms =
way for them, exclaiming: It's the B r.
70 night It's her ladyship's nephss a. Il
Let him pass. "
! The county constabulary were aires q d
on the spot, fussily busy forming a
don to keep back the crowd, and 81
al engines were at work.
Where is Lady Penderleith7 demands.
ed the Baronet, IS be Gang hia
I from his here. i sle s8fes
The household servants, with-psllid,
terror-strleken faces, were clustered
near, and it was symonds who took the
reply upon himself.
My lady can't be found, Sir Gerard.
She amt in her rooms nowhere!
How do you know?
Because, sir, broke in fireman, re-
spectfully touching his steel hemlet,
which flashed in the red light, my COM
rades have searched them all!
Then, no doubt she is in some other
portion of the building.
| Can't tell, sir; hut the doors are all
locked in the inside.
How? cried Gerard Locked in the
inside! Then in that ease che must be
still there She, perhaps, has tainted?
. No; there's not a soul in them, re-
Joined the fireman, rather irritably.
Our men got in at the windows, and
searched them all, so they ought to
know. Her ladyshlp has escaped.
The Baronetstood awhile silent in his
/ perplexity, watching-and there is no
grander sight-the flames curling and
rushing like monsters endued with vi
tality hesvenward, wrapping the walls
In sheets of fire. As yet, the confagra-
r tion was confined entirely to the left
! wing, and the supply Of water being
] good, there was every hope of ofchecking
its further progress. Sir Gerard looked
? at the blazing edi6ce, then glanced anx-
iously at the sea of upturncd faces illu-
j minated by the food of light. If Lady
t Penderleith had escaped, surely che
would have been among them. She
must still be- in the building. But
: where?
The answer darted suddenly across his
It brain.
In the disused room.
/, Yes, yes, he exclaimed aloud; she il
a there, in the old apartments In the lef
II wing. Sfaybrook follow me to the res
r. cue.
o Breaking his way through the men
ne dashed towards the house. But stronJ
L hands were soon laid upon him, holding
it him back.
It's Impossible to enter now! W,
ID can't permit it! It's madness, The pIaer
is one sheet or fame; The roof will fal
% in a few seconds! Hold him tight, Jem
It's death to attempt it!
e. Unhand me! cried the Baronet, fierce
e, ly wrestling in thefr grasp as these sen
tences rang in his ears. tell you
u know where her ladyship is, aud sh
le must be saved Those who hinder m
Of are guilty of murder
ne Ifshe's there, sir, she must be dea
d. long ago. See, how can you enter th
le windows ? The rooms are like ful
ly nacesl
b, HowY By another entrance. that
he know Of, which, as yet, may he III
o. touched, rejoined the Baronet, furious
ly. AaybrOOk, you know the side-doC
d, by the back stairs; help me to free my
to self from these fellows, and save Lad
p Penderleith from horrible death:
The gamekeeper, at this appeal, lei
ed his muscular aid to his MASTER and III