Daily globe., 1879-02-09

across the face of the moon in a manne
that foretold squall. Why were Clar
and Amy so cruel to her? She was sur
there was nothing in her innocent enjoy
ment Of the bright conversation and pleas
ant society of Lionel Grant--what a dea
handsome fellow he was (which the
J could properly fnd fault with. The
were jealous. That was it. The,
grudged---
A fall, piercing scream, dull thu,
and silence.
She had missed her footing on tn
shorn grass, which is there as smooth a
velvet, and had been precipitated into tn
ugly depths below.
1t is evident that her cry has bee,
heard. A loud ringing shout comes from
the other side of the bay. 1t is the voic,
of Lionel Grant. He has rudely cas-
aside Miss Chadwick, and seriously ieop
ardized the safety Of that young lady il
his mad ankle ty to learn the meaning o
that cry of terror.
"Where is Miss Skelton2 Will nobod,
speak2 Braye" (the name Of the peauj
"She was in your charge"
Treating with indignant scorn tn,
stammerlng apologies Of that feeble ole
gentleman, Grant turned to the two Mis-
Chadwicks, now huddled together, and
said fercely:
Il must ask you to take care of your
sclves'-
ooh, Mr.. Grant. If anything should
have happened to Isabel''-
''Would you be very sorry?" lie asked
bitterly.
Hereupon Clara began to cry. Paying
not the least attention to ner grief, LioneI
turned to the men and said:
'Those of you who know the bay
come with me. There is not a moment
to be lost. A heavy squall is coming
on'
Whercupon he sped with perilous
alacrity in the direction whence the
shrek had appeared to come. All this
happened in the space of few moments.
AS Grants voice, with its continuous cry
"Mlss Shelton, Miss Skelton!' was heard
lower in the craggy hollow of the bay
the threatened squall came on in bitter
earnest and perfected the physical mis-.
cry OF the women, who were crouched in
a heap urder the joint protection Of a
stone wall and our friend Brave. The
moon was hidden behind dense cloud
AS Lionel and his Guernsey aids pro-
ceeded in their search with feverish rap
idity, it became evident that without the
light of the moon the chance Of finding
the poor girl was remote indeed. He
continued his cry, "Miss Shelton, Miss
Skelton!" with piteous force. Then he
prayed for blink, just blink of the
light of the moon. During those fearful
minutes the knowledge came to him like
flash of inspiration that he loved this
bonny maid of Kent with love unspeak-
able, and if-but the thought was mad
dening. Oh. for TIE moon! Thank God.
there it was at last. Pausing in his down.
ward career, he peered with painful care
near and beyond him, and described
something. What was it that shone SO
curiously a'out q dozen feet below the
crag over which he leaned? The fringe
OF peacock feathers. Argus eyes had
met his! Calling aloud for assistance as
lie lifted up her head, bleeding from the
fall that had stunned her he whisnered
her name:
"Miss Skelton-Isabel-d Isabel
1t Is !, Lionel Grant. You know me.
Thank God she lives!'
They carried her to the footpath that
skirts the bay, and found with Joy that,
save the severe wound she had sustained
III her head, she was unhert.
will it leave a SCARF" she asked, as
leaning upon Lionel, they slowly pro-
ceeded to where carriage was waiting
to take her to Mr.. Cornthwaite's.
"Yes, dear" he whispered, sin nv
heart. But you must heal that"
And she will.