New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1884-11-30
THE STORY OF MARY
CHAPTER xxxrIr.

:. cork mailman ueseeia''ne' "oe"os"s,
C..hsa 20 atoms the floor lay each fa'r token o.
u.ry's presence Janet with terrified race s'o0u ah
sSs accrway between each burst Oh ,n"nus,, CIV.
am II light she had listened IN VAN 'o': Ms.
essn " ssa \. IN prayer" she thought Another
vocs .an,hes Hash. and Janets eyes would
erssa' .,.,, ,,h,e her God save usV had less ~
ee so"' ,sa ~ horror In t. After that crash 40
peeee" ssst,l Janet s,astedur. "fll cen esna 10
seu" :" ..ie. weel believe, Hat there's some
nen s,a.a aud diaaa know what
hi"s ~. d.sh aud thew another IN quick Hoe'
sss' ' as,s,sd her Recovering herself ahd smut
- ~, ayes she hurried 10 Mafys door, whe,e'
"ss =, what she cav. she lost all horror OF '"e
sse~ a. This greater horror before hef-liiltoh
"a serce hands destroying tho homo OF MARY
,,,s.a IN furyl Where. then. was Nary Janets
TT scanned 10 stop. her heart 10 cease ia beat
,ns as with eyes upon the floor she sought lot
Msyys body but it was not there. There came
an instauts reliM to tho tension OF hoo nerves anu
.h.n with a return of that same horror she rushed
from room to room. then out into the garden seeA-
inc seeking. what would madden her II found
sMary. Mary, Mary she shreked, anu i'stehou
fw the faintest moan. The storm was suosdlng'
In the sky there were now few clouds amios'
which serene and beautiful hung the clear crescent
OF the fair new moon
Janet ian little way uoNu INC A'o"' '"~''
again. starting with horror as at the SIDE Of the
house she stumbled over the body of the dead horse
Itw hidden 10y some bushes Perhaps. perhaps
Mary too might No. she dared not think IT, dared
not even conjecture such possibility. Running
into the huuse she came out with a lantern anu
.a.rcned beneath each bush. Into the cellar the
r;ng.bouse. everyw here-but no Mary. Then she
,u.bed back again TO Hilton, grasping his arm
6ercely. -,
aWbere have you hid herr Where Is she !
Where ia Maryfv She shook him roughly. but lie
mafss her no answer he only looked nj her IKE
drunken man, who hears hut does not comprehend
sWhere is she r. Janet shreked the words. in her
fury Patching at his throat. lie struck her away,
and " i.hout a sound ran from the house ana down
the road toward the convict camp
"My BARN my BARN = sobbed Janet i ne ue eo
lated house was strewn with broken bits OF glass
and wood with torn shreds Of cloth; these RUNS
were all that remained of Marys fair nest . inaun
find her. Aye, though walk on shoes ana ieet, IL
never rest till hold We i'll these arms my bairnie'
she spoke Janet hurried to her room and lifting
q plank under which she concealed her money, TO-
ont tbe roll She had saved ready for her yearly de
posit ia the Milton bank She looked around in-
lending to make up a small parcel OF necessalIos
lint everything vas destroyed. The closet door was
wrenched from its hinges ald lay on the ground
tramIpIcd aud broken. The dainty ruttied iaces oil
her darling we're a mass OF rags. w.. .o,;,,,
aDe'ili de'ill you dell o mon! The raging
lion is mair after Gods likeness. ! wad curse We
wi the hre o hell but Il she were f Mv, '"au
grsye her gentle .sars ianet left the place where
for SO long she had loved and served its ar mis-
tress At the gate she stood irresolutey looking up
and down the road No. she wadna gang tlicre u
She went afoot" And turning away from the road
10 the wood she faced the one that led toward NH
ton. the road which Mary had watched a, DENNIS
stopping to listen. AT last with heavy heatt she
gave up hope. resolving to go to the city. report
Hilton and have hun arrested charged wtm ins
down her face and though the wind blew emil
she did not feel cold, being too full OF grici AT
Mary's loss and rage her cruel father. The mar
row road had nearly reached the wider pnbilc one
when she turned TO look at the little cottage. How
lonely it was. how desolate ,,,.,.
"Wf ont my Mary 1t is nae mar name. Wrout
her for me tue warld is bare Good-by, wee house.
We war bonuy. but now yc are grave
She hurried on, absorbed III griei. u'l,,, shc
ioined Ii was TO reach something lrmer than the
boggy ground that she scrambled ON the trunk OF
the great tree that lay across the road Anitner
death, anither friend gone? said Jahe, eiying
bitterly even while she wrung tue muddy water
from hcr skirts. Under this tree she had been used
20 wait for "A chance ride ON passing wagon wnoi,
she made her annual expeditions TO the cay ana
10 H. with all her parcels. would she return iilltohs
orders being that no wagon or carriage should 20
down the little road leading to the cottage, which
road thus remaining evident dlsuse did not tempt
exploration. And now all was gone. MARY. home.
even this good old tree had been thrown down on
the very day when Janet had lost everything else
; knew these storms wad bring sorrow an SIN,
che said ~ wiplDg away the tears she heiu up h"r
gown TRYING to BY the waning light oil the moon
II she had rubbed of the mud. Pcrched on tie tree
she had nearly lost her balance She threw out hei
hand to save herself. catching at bunch OF twlgs
and leaves that had sprung out from the side O the
great trunk. But young and tender As they were,
they gave way beneath her. and her hand ialhng
through them toucln,d Something else, slipper
She held 10 her eyes and then on her knees pulled
aside the boughs and tore away the leaves - was
Marys slipper. Even in that dim fading light she
recognized II. How had 1t come there' Was there
ANY other fOkcnf
Suddenly she stopped hcr search, noticing, what
IA the first moments agitation had escaped her !:
handi She put il TO her face. Her hand was cold
Then that warmth must have been from Mary
foot. She was not dead - Ihank nod; tna .nls
Cod" crod Janet. Up and down tho road IN the
growing darkness she ran calling on Mary mere
was no answ or but the winds cry. Oh for light
to SEQ the ground! oh. Tor one trace OF her foot
whole life had walked but short distances and
never alone had gone outside OF her own garden.
Janet strained her ewes TO find footprint. IL was
useless There Vas nothing for it but to return to
the cottage for the lantern. Breathess she entered
the desoiate house. shuddering at the eere sounds
made by the rushing of the wind through broken
doors and windows. Snatching the lantern that lay
just where she had left il, she ran ~ again.
The place is haunted" she muttered. " IT II be
with real ghosts. il Is wi the sperrts Hilton
sins If find the trace o her foot lie hasna killed
her, but III sic my life he drove her forth Sac
tender a lamb / sech storm ~
As she spoke Janet with head bent toward the
ground, was hurrylng along whence she came.
4" / haze found it p she screamed kpeeling in the
mud and fitting the slipper TO footprints that amid
the muddy puddles kept its shape,
Wild with JOY through mud and water Janet ran
finding here and there the marks OF that little
slipper But those al-there was no Mary
no further sign of her. The morning found Janet
sull searching, but beyond the fact that Mary must
have walked TO the tree and therefore her father
was cleared of her murder. Janet knew nothing.
CHAPTER XXXIv.
II was raining fast when Dennis reached Ilanal
and taking carriage at the depot drove first 10 tn