The Princeton union., 1879-02-12

the others conversation very entertaining.
The party had not proceeded far when
Lionel exclaimed:
s'Now, ladies, which is it to be. COM
fort or spice of dangers
"By all means let us have some excite.
ment," rejoined Clara. She had cor.
tiaence in her protector. The beau. wbb
had lost confidence in himself, counseled
prudedce; but he was overruled. Dis
posing of their trains in manner th,t
BODIED i'll for the appearance of those al
ponages on the morrow, the ladies vigot-
ously pursued the tortuous path which
was struck out by their guide, and tie
entire party speedily gained the heights.
In the scramble Isabel who had presistent-
ly declined the assistance of her compan-
ion---he really had no superauous
stamina to spare- found herself alone 1t
troubled her, 50 miserable was the mood
into which she had wrought herself,to re-
main with the rest of the carricious ex-
pedition; and so, scarcely needing the
direction in which wandered. she gradual
ly lost the sound of their voices. The wind
was freshening, and driving dark clouds
across the face of the moon in manner
that foretold a squall. Why were Clara
and Amy 80 cruel to herr She was sure
there was nothing in her innocent enjoy
ment of the bright &C nversation and pleas.
ant society of Lionel Grant--what q dear
handsome fellow be was!.--which they
could properly find fault with. They
were jealous. That was it. They
grudged--- ~
A fall, piercing scream, a dull thud
and silence. '..
She had missed her footing on the
shorn grass, which is there as smooth as
velvet, and had been precipitated into the
ugly depths below.
1t is evident that her cry has been
heard. A loud ringing shout comes from
the other side of the bay. 1t is the voice
of Lionel Grant. He has rudely cast
aside Miss Chadwick, and seriously jeop-
ardized the safety of that young lady in
his mad anxiety to learn the meaning of
that cry of terror.
"Where is Miss Skelton2 Will nobody
speak? Braye" the name of the beau)
"She was in your CHARGE"
Treating with indignant scorn the
stammerlng apologies of that feeble old
gentleman, Grant turned to the two Miss
Chadwicks, now huddled together, and
said tiercely:
II must ask you to take care of your
sclves"-
"Oh, Mr.. Grant. If anything should
have happened to Isabel'- a
"Would you be very sorrys' lie asked,
bitterly. ~..
Hereupon Clara began to cry. Paying
not the least attention to her grief, Lionel
turned to the men and said:
"Those Of you who know the bay,
come with me. There is not moment
to be lost. A, heavy squall is coming
On"
Whercupon he sped with perilous
alacrity in the direction whence the
shrek bad appeared to come. All this
happened in the space Of few moments.
AS Grants voice, with its continuous cry,
miss 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
heap urder the joint protection of a
stone wall and our friend Brgse. The
moon was hidden behind a 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
Shelton !" with piteous force. Then he
prayed for a blink, just blink of the
light of the moon. During those fearful
minutes the knowledge came to him like
a flash of inspiration that he loved this
bonny maid OF Kent WI h love unspeak-
able, and if-but the thought was mad. :.
dening. Oh, for tie moon Thank God,
there it was at last. Pausing in bis down
ward career, he peered with painful care
near and beyond him, and described
something. What was it that shone SO
curiously ABOUT dozen feet below the
crag over which he leaned2 The fringe
of peacock feathers. Argus eyes had
met his! Calling aloud for assistance as
he lifted up her head, bleeding from the
fall that had stunned her he whispered
her name:
"Miss Skelton-Isabel-de Isabel
It is I, 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
In her head, she was unhert.
"Wil it leave SCARF" she asked, as
leaning upon Lionel, they slowly pro-
ceeded to where carriage was waiting
to take her to Mr.. Cornthwaite's.
Eyes, DEAR" he whispered, 'in nv
heart. But you must heal that"
And she will.
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