The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1883-09-12

ty and his hands smoked and grimy "I'ye
had dirty job to do he said apologeticslly,
s'snd it had TO be finished tonight. l never
thought should be 60 long about il, though.
l esy, Lynette, I'm aRfulIy hungry, and
don't know how to get any breakfast except
by going down TO the yacht for it"
3D." cried Lynette, Sand take me. I
shan't sle' p any more this morning"
John departed TO ''clesn himself" while
LJnette buried into blue serge dress, and
was ready as soon g. he was. They stole
out OF their rooms and down the corridor TO
the forbidden region. Lynette shuddered
as they came upon the staircase with its
broken rail. A rush Of cold air and gray
light came up from some where below, and
tho head OF Johns fsctotum, the ste ward of
tee Preciota, was seen ascending to their
level.
live brought the boat round, sir."
Got the cord and weights2"
Hero, cir"
"All right Wait here till L csll you.
Viii you come with me for a minute or
two, dearf The stair is quito safe close TO the
wall"
He helped her up, testing carefully esch
step with his own fun weight bsforc he lot
her venture on it.
odd you know | hsd been here before,
1
81 guessed it; look here And no opened
his hard, showing the tiny gold key. II
found this, all messed with blood, where you
had dropped it, and that tod the story
"WeIe you sngry2'
"Angryf Ny darlingl As If lad room
in my heart for anything but thankfulness
that you we're ssved 10 me-" Aad no stopped
| to give her n mighty hug.
The Blue Room door stood open. A tre-
mendous litter was on the hearth; blackened
scraps OF paper, pieces of broken glass, and
particularly evil smell was in the air.
Lynette turned pale and SIS. down on the
first char, and John cleared his throat, and
seemed singularly wanting in his sccustom-
ed readiness Of speech.
| "You see, 6ear-I ought to tell you every
| thing, you know. Its "A nasty story-I didn't
care TO bother you with it before could help,
but MurgstrOyd coming, you see.' Here
| John ran aground
| ''About Lady Mildred suggested Lynette,
! in hard, forced little voice.
| Exactly co." said John. aoa.ed off again.
81 know her, you see, when / was homo for
the holidays, snd thought no end of hr.
! She was so sweet, 80 gracious, 80 unhappy.
! Something between a queen and a saint in
nay very juvenile eyes. I made up lots of
roraDces about her till one day, when they
| all broke down. wss hero a good deal.
| Spencer Csringhsm and l were school
/ friends, and one Ester found Ponscnby
! CsrIngharn, the eldest son, st home-an sR-
ful tcsmph was. Spencer told me- no end
| of queer stories about bis brother, aud one
| 6ay about Lsdy Mildred for which gave
! the poor little beggss licking thero ani
! then. That night, however. Ponsonby tried
1 to Get me TO take q note to Featherstonchope,
| snd then 1 saw it was all true, and went
| back 20 school disgusted and believing all
| things agsinst all womel-e1cept always my
own little sweetheart. Then | heard OF he.
death, and that she was to be buried like
uauper or suicidei don'l know what put
the romantic notion into my heSd that S.
| least would show her honor, and got away
unobserved. caught night train and arrived
! ct St Brides Church Just in time to see Mark
| Feetherstone leaving.
| "Ihe vault was alresdy boarded up. hsd
| brought wreath Of white flowers, 60 Just
! lsid it at the closed door and wss going, when
! l came full on Ponsenby Caringham look
| ing like ghost in the moonlight. He went
| on like mailman, raved, and tried 70 tosr
| down the boarding of the vault, and st last
| flung himself on the grass before it, crying
! like child. Did you bring that Ormer
| he asked, pointing to the wreath. You are
good little fellow. She always liked ycu.'
! got away from him, st last. and back with
! cut detection. Some time after l got let
/ t. ? from Ponsonby, il closing two keys L
| "a goip abroad, into the Turkish service,
and ne left these rooms in my care, begging
ne 10 destroy his treasured relics VIXEN occa-
! zion required. And tough job it has BEEN"
ended John stretching himself. "a whole
case filled with things under that table, snd q
I portrait and letters. l burned and smashed
/ all / could, and now I'm going to drownthe
rest before We so TO the yacht. Huilo, Dun
| cSn"
The grizzled hesd of the old sailor ap.
/ pesred IN the doorway in answer TO the call.
! "Just fAsten up and weigh that, viii you"
/ pointing TO 8 canvaf covered bundle on the
floor. "Now, LSnette.'
They made their way in shy silence down
| the treacherous staircase TO its lowest depth,
where door opened out on the face of the
cliff. There was q psth, and some rocky
steps down to the hsrbor, where the yachts
boat wss under st. Brides Church2" John
tsid. They say there is a fsthomless depth
J of water there
John took the oars and Lynette steare1
| carefully out 10 the rocky hesdlsnd. The
! CLIFF rose black and grim, there was great
| sllen CO on the gray, cold ses, and she sAIver
! ed ga she took the oars while John lifted the
heavy bundle and lowered it over the side
| as gently as he could. Down, down it went
into the cold, dark water. with sullen
! splash and vhirl Of foambells; and the
beat, after Gre great rock, shot out merrily
from the chill shadow into tho FIRST rays of
tho level san. Lynette's heart gave one
great bound in accord. Johns kind eyes
were smiling on her, the last vestige of her
folly at the bott IN Of the sea, the world all
| frtsh and glowing in tho warrn beams CT the
nsw days sun. Wss there ever such hap
! py little woman since the first sun shonef"
Lois looked from her window sn hour or
two later.
why, Mark might have spared you
end myself 8 nights anxiety about those
young people. Look over there. If they
haven't been out boating before breakfast
Oh, Mark, I wonder" sighed Lola, stirred
for moment out OF her satisfied repose. "if
you and were as young should We be as
blisslully foolish ns they sraG"
81 don't know that we should replied
Msrk, prossically. "But they may tank
themselves lucky when they are se old SIS We
are if they are half as happyr'-The Argosy.
Enterprising local agents wanted in this
town for an a. ticle that is sure to sell. Live
druggists and grocers preferred. Address
Humiston Food Preservatiye Company, II
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