The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1873-02-27

CHAPTER II.
GContinued.l
At last she heard Tyrren sa,
'Thank God!" and, looking around
she saw the dark outline of a buildin!
close at hand. The next moment b
partly released her while he opene,
door, then drew her quickly within
and closed it behind her. The sens
of relief was almost overpowering-
the contrast between the fierce battl
they had been fighting and the refug'
they had gained-and, spent from he
long effort, Margaret would assured,
have fallen if the same arm which hat
led had not now upheld her.
''CourageT Tyrrel said, in a tom
of reinsurance, but also of anxiety
'Don't give way now that we ar
safel Can I trust you to stand alone
one minute, while 1 strike ight?"
Margaret said ''Yes;' but no sooner
was the support of his arm withdrawn
than she quietly sank down upon the
floor. There she sat, leaning hel
head against the wall near which sh4
CHANGED to be, while he felt about (
little, finally struck a match, and ther
lighted lamp.
By the aid of this, she saw some
thing of the habitation into which she
had entered. Plainly bachelors
den, for there was a bed in one corner
a cupboard in another, a table covered
with books and papers, a pipe and Q
pair of pistols over the mantle, 9
kettle on the hearth, and a curious
sort of masculine order-which is 0
very different thing indeed from fem.
mine order-in all the arrangements
A glance at the walls and ceiling show.
ed her that it was one of the better
class of workmen's cottages which was
thus metamorphosed.
Having lighted his lamp, Mr.. Tyr
relrs next step was to rummage in his
cupboard, from which he brought
forth a bottle and a tumbler.
''You must take a stiff glass Of
brandy, Miss Churchill" he said,
bringing these up to Margaret. '1t
is your only hope of avoiding an at
tack of illness. Good Heavens, how
wet you are!" he went on, touching
her dress as he spoke.
eYes, said Margaret, meedy. The
hood Of her water proof had fallen
back, and her hair-drenched as O
mermaids-wa rolling loosely down
her back. AS she looked up, she Ger
tainly presented as forlorn an appear
ance as a woman whom Nature had
made pretty could possibly manage to
do. She swallowed the brandy with
out any demur whatever, then let
him disembarrass her of her cloak, and
assist her into a large easy-chair,
where he bade her be quiet for five
minutes.
She obeyed, watching with languid
yet shghtly-amused interest his pro
ceedings. Certainly he was very deft
lin knowing what to do and how to dc
it. In two minutes he had hndled q
fire, which was soon burning brightly,
and put the kettle upon it. Then he
fshed pair of dingy slippers from a
recess and brought them to her.
''You must take off your shoes and
put these on" he said Tim sorry
that I have nothing else which I can
offer you"
"This is I'll I shall need" answered
she. ''The waterproof did its duty.
and I'm not Gerry wet But you"
'Never mind about me, he inter
rupted. ''Come up to the fire and
dry yourself as well as you can. ]
am going out for few minutes
He went out, and did not return
for at least quarter of an hour. By
that time Margaret had changed hel
shoes, dried-at least in a measure
her drenched skirts, shaken out hel
hair, realized her position, and sum
moned back sufficient spirit to meet
it. 1t was very changed face, flush
ed half by the fire, half by excitement
and Gf there can possibly be three
halves in whole) half perhaps by the
brandy she had been forced to swal
low, which turned round when ROLAND
Tyrrell entered, if possible more
drenched than before
81 have been out to observe the
weather, Miss Churchill" he said
sinking involuntarily into a chair. q
fear that it will makesa prisoner o.
you for some hours to come-proba
bly,, indeed, for the night. I have
never seen more terrible storm, anc
the flood is rising rapidly. God pitt
the poor in its path to-night!" he add
ed, half to himself
care ace in danger?" asked Marga
ret, shiveling slightly, for even above
the voice of the tempest she could heal
the terrible roar of the river.
"Oh, no." he answered. 'Do yor
think I would keep you here if yor
were in danger? This is very ele
vated position. Do you know Con
RAIDS Hill? That is where you are
and this house is one of a numbe,
which I was building for my mill-op
eratives. They are not likely to neet
them now" he said, with a shrug.
Margaret's communicative groce,
had told her that among the mill
I owners Mr.. Tyrren had suffered mos
severely-that, in fact, he was yer,
nearly ''as good as a ruined man
so the tone of this last sentence diC
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