Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1884-06-05

guards and now he was In no condition OF
mind for G., ell ordinary precautions. Had
Sir Philip Darrell ut that moment appeared
before him, lie would most likely have
sprung at him with the feroci0ns instinct
Of wild beast, without seconds consid-
Grafton of his inferiority TO his antagonist
or of the consequences to himself ii even
he succeeded In taking the hated life.
Startling was the change that evil pas
sions had wrought in the young man In a
few hours. His cheeks were lyid and bag
gard, his neither lip was dropping, and his
eyes were wild and boodshot; any one
who had seen him seated In that dreary
place, with his elbows on his knees and
his hands propping his chin, might well
have deemed that he had committed or
contemplated some deadly crime.
Although the rain had ceased at Scarth
Abbot, IL was pouring down over the far
of hills, and the storm might sweep over
Scarth Abbot again that night. The river
rose steadily; and numbers OF villagers
watched anXiously the progress of the
floods, and predicted that whether the rain
came or not the river would certainly
overflow ut the turn Of the night, IL not
before; though what mysterious influence
the midnight hour had upon tides and cur
rents was not explained.
Black and heavy the clouds rolled up
from the west, till the whole sky was one
black canopy, beneath which the river
rushed foaming and roaring; and against
the inky black ground the doomed Mill
stood out white and ghostlike.
just when darkness had fallen on the
scene, two figures came out from the wood
and passed down to the lock bridge, and one
"A mans tigure-yanished in the shadow (;
the other ran swiftly towards the Grange
garden, which, at the back of the house,
stretched to within few hundred yards OF
the river.
AS Zeph-tor it was she-drcw near to
the gate of the garden, her keen eyes
detected form standing just without !;
and her vengeful heart gave glad bound.
The next moment lima had sprung forward,
and Zeph was painting for breath, pressing
her hand to her side.
"What Is 1t? What is the matter:"
asked the Canadian hurriedly, her thoughts
flying instantly to Roland, who had left
her SO In dstraught state of mind.
ooh, lady," faltered the girl, 81 was
coming TO tell you'll daren't tell them at
the Larches; and the young Squire was
ioHu VI sOuS WASH nc,
$50 on" said lima, grasping Zeph's
wrist and speaking quite sternly in her
agony and terror. "What has happened?"
"He's down there, lady-in unele's cot
tage-drowned. Father found him"
But lima waited for no more; she ran
down the slope fleetly as a deer. she had
reached the bottom, and had turned to
ask Zeph, who was little way behind,
where the cottage was, when Il stalwart
form-which even in that second she recog.
Missed as that of job Heston-sprang out
before her, and, before she could utter II
cry or word, thick shawl was thrown
over her head, and she was lifted in q
grasp against which her widest struggles
would have been vain. She did not struggle,
she did not try to cry Quit would have
been useless il she had. She perceived,
even in that bewildering moment of hor-
rer never to be forgotten, that she was the
victim OF n terrible deception-that Job
Heston and his daughter were but the
tools of Roland Sabine.
ITO be cOnttnued.)