Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1882-06-01

Why trembIe her slender fingers to tie
WhV does she stop, and Oft look around,
AS she glides down the secret stair
And why does she pat the shaggy blood
As he rouses him up from his lair?
And though she passes the poStern alone,
| Why is not the watchman'S bugle blown
"The ladye steps in doubt and dread,
| Lest her watcnful mother hear her tread ;
The ladye caresses the rough bloodhound,
Lest his voice should waken the castle
round;
The watchman's bugle is not blown,
For he was her foster fathers son;
And she glides through the greenwood at
dawn of light,
To meet Baron Henry, her own true
knight"
recall the old song very well, and
she sang it very low and sweet. But
il frightened me half out Of my wits
to see that there was man seated just
below us on the cliff, and that he turn
ed and looked at her. He was large
man, with beard half gray, and would
have been very handso ne, but for a
scar from his temple to his lips. She
did not see him at all, and 1 was afraid
of telling her, for fear of terrifying her
too much. 1t was such a lonesome
spot, you see. But pretty soon he got
up, and went down the cliff. and when
he was below, on the sands, she spied
him.
"Clotilde, who is thatp she said,
wonderingly.
81 don't know, Miss Demar, but 1
fancy it must be the master of The
Cedars, there's lone kind of man, who
lives there with one servant"
Her mind seemed to wander, and she
began singing again, and was very
glad, for it gave me disagreeable feel
ing to see how he looked at her-not
fierce or evil like, but with his eyes
dilated, and his lips twitching, so that
it was quite startling to. see him. 1
dreamed of him that night, and resolved
that, in the morning, / would beg Miss
Demar never to 60 about the beach
alone.
The next day was rainy, and she did
not go out, but sat, all the morning. in
her room, with an old letter in her
hand. The sheet was quiet yellow, and
there was little picture on ivory in it,
1 SAVIOR she laid it down at last,
and, wrapping shawl about her, went
out on the long, covered porch to walk,
as she did, sometimes. when kind of
restlessness seemed to possess her. l
peeped-I could not help it was so
curious to see the picture.
1 just caught glimpse of hand
some man, with blue eyes and a blonde
beard, and then the words of the letter
caught my eye, for it was written as
clear as print, and one might have read
it running:
"Since my accident, am horribly dis6g-
ured. give you up-tie your blooming
life to the sickly VIZ ok of mine, ElinOr,
my beautiful one! Farewell! God bless
and keep you! GERARD"
1 caught sight of these words, here
and there, for Miss Demar was just
across the hall, and likely to come in
any instant; and it was very wrong of
me, anyway, to be peeping at her Sc
crets, and she so good to me! But
curiosity causes many wicked sin,
SIT. Having found out so much,
broke away from the temptation, and
ran down stairs, sorry to know what
did, since I'd no right to it, and yet
satisfied in my mind why Mr.. Alcester
got such cool bows, and why she never
would drive out with Colonel Grafton,
When 1 went up to dress her for din
ner, / saw that she had been crying,
and yet she danced that evening til
twelve o'clock.
1t was less than a week later, that
there came cold, rainy time, and the
people at the Surf House were thrown
more together, and got more familiar
and Mr.. Alcester and Colonel Grafton
both offered themselves to Miss Demar
and were refused. She was playing
upon the piano, one evening, when the
colonel was talking and walking with
Mr.. Ray, upon the long porch, JUS
outside the windows, and she saw, as
did, the queer figure of an old French
man, in velvet coat, come runuin,
across the sands, and up the hote
steps, to speak to Mr.. Ray. Mr.. Ra,
went to meet him.
"What is it, Varai?" he said.
Miss Demar started from her seat
and went to the door.
Some help, monsieur Monsieu
! Auxerre lies very ill-he has the fever
leave him all alone, while come
you. Will you bring one doctor to US
Monsieur Auxerre is near to death
! very, very illP'
A The little old FIenchman was til
{ picture of distress. To my surpris
Miss Demar' pushed through the gel
tlemen, and laid her hand upon h
. arm.
! "Varai, where is your MASTERY"
mon Dieu, Mees Elinorp he shou
ed.
"Hushl Where is Monsieur Au,
> erre?"
"At The Cedars," he answered, shi'
7 ering as though he had seen a ghost.
She flew up to her room, I followin
She began hunting for her cloak.
found it for her, and then she babe n
take shawl, and come with her.
Z 1t had begun to rain in torrents, bl
Z | away we went across the sanda n.