The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-06-10

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CHAPTER XIII-(CoNTINUEDI
Cecil Clayton had waited chance to slip
away from her friend Clara unobserved.
At twilight, while Clara was engaged with
the servants, the opportunity offered. Has
tly arraying herself in an old calico dress
and straw bonnet, she brougnl her front
halr down over her forehead and bound the
back into knot tucking it in under the
bonnet.
This formed a complete disguise.
She then quietly let herself out the hall
door, and went to grocer's two blocks dis
tant. Here she bought quantity of apples.
"Ye needn't moind sendin' thin, sir, she
said, in answer to the clerks inquiry, with
brogue which would have done credit to
an actress "My misthress bid me buy the
dacintest basket yez had, and fetch thin
home myself"
Not much time was lost in selecting the
darkest -colored, most damaged one among
the lot.
"Ill take this, because it's well-saysoned
and sthrong. My misthress doesn't care for
beauty SO much as durability, with mar
velous twist of the last word.
The clerk, true to the bridesmaids instinct
raised no objection to the "greeny" buying
this almost unstable article into which
the apples were dumped, and Cecil to ward
off suspicion, made us if TO return the way
she had come. But turning the next cor
ner, she hailed passing car, going in the
direction of theferry.
Knowing comparatively little of the city,
she had not dreamed of Water Street being
what she found it. Rough, Clark had said
it was; more properly he might have said
vic, she thought, when, after some diff
Guilty, she came to the number whence the
superscription on the letter directed her.
Twilight had now given way to darkness
and she blamed herself for coming out
aprotoctor, yet that was precautiOn the fear
of having her secret known would not allow.
Still She would not have gone back had she
known the extent Of the danger into which
she was so recklessly running.
On the doorstep she hesitated but mo-
ment, then pushed open the door and en-
tered, singing bar of an Irish melody.
"Hallo!' cried Jack, attracted by the
strains; "an apple Biddy! Kinder late get
tin roundW
Good voice" commented the Spider.
Tom Black did not stir, sitting with head
bowed on.the table.
George Newton, on low stool near him,
II uursed his sorrows and bemoaned his fate
~ her circuit, Cecil Clayton lastly came
TO these discontented, miserable men She
determined to act ont her assumed charac-
ter come what might, and silently prayed
for courage.
Gentlemen, how are yea?" she said, 81 M
ping in front of Jack. will any of yez
Eove an apple? Rale Spitzenbe rae. van
cint apiece. Yez couldn't h'y ANYTHING
betther They're healthy as healthy as
cows milk-'pon my sowl, it's truth I'm
tollin' vez." She neld one under George
Nowton's nos. "Buy some, sir, from a
poor girrn.'. wild sixteen brothers aud twelve
uneits to support"
| Gipsy Jack set up howl.
| "Sixteen brothers and twelve uncles! La
hal hal That's good"
The Spider INDUCED in a sickly grin
Cecil flung down the basket, and placed
her arms akimbo, copying picture o
bridget Enraged," which hung in one o
the servants rooms Mt home.
"Is it laughin' at me ye are? Bad luck t.
yez, can whip the crowd, if l am onl
Molly McGinness"
George Newton, irritated, looked up.
1--WE don't want any of your trash
Stop your mouth?
| Oh. the sorrowful feeling it gave her t
see him there!
"Ah, ye ovid costermonger" she retortec
moving on Who'll buy an appler
"1IereT' said Jack, ~ WILL my pretty one
You're a singer, amt your
II am"
"Then give us ditty."
Not widout pay, moind."
Correct! Let's have tune"
"To place yez, I'll thry."
, Calling up all her courage, Cecil sang
with wonderful steadiness, the old Iris
, ballad. Beautiful Girl Of Kildare.
The perfect melody hushed the noisy con
yersation, and set the half-drunken crow
all agape. ,,.,.
e Tom Black moved his head and looked u
I in the midst of it, then sunk back again.
\ Loud-wild applause followed the sons
+ and the poor girl was obliged to repeat IT.
7 Jack was entranced
= "Bootiful, by jimminyv he eJaoulate'
u "you're q fine gal-pooty as pictu
+ Guess I'll try kiss"
G She could not fly. The door was son
', distance away -.
(. She did not cry out, but doubled her lit
IS fist and brandished it.
e "Ye'll thry phat2-more like the weight
d my four fingers and thumb, wild a muscle
4 the bargain! I'm in for shindy! Hu
" roow And she edged toward the doc
g "But faith, if 1 can't fight my own battle
l. I'll call Mr. Joseph Smith to help me!
a The Spider hobbled to his feet with
lG oath.
d Joe Smith" he snarled, his green eJ
| claring "What do you know of hlmr
xt Heavens! Is this creature her 8
lie thought. ...-.. e. ,o
an But perhaps there was no reason for fe
She drew out Clark's note. =,
:. "Eh?" she cried, 'are you the D.
~ There's letther for you"
A hideous grin overspread the spide
face. He hastily broke the seal ana II
aloud:
mt Secure the bearer, and keep her cl
h, prisoner. More anon. BOB WILLIS
Ia Ia The blood almost froze in the poor 81
'ar m veins. Her enemy had outwitted her.
H. With wild, agonized cry, she ran tow
ID the door.
* Gipsy Jack seized her.
nd "Where are you going" he demanded.
cir Even in her extremity, she did not fo'
her assumed charactsS