Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1886-03-19

where he Canu ma us. lnefe well wait
until he can trouble you no more, my sweet"
'Ah, when will thst be-" sighed Beatrice.
"When he is struck down. When my
prayers are answered. When you look on his
dead face. and know that you are free."
"Hush hush How can you dare to pray
for mans DEATH Even |, whom he has so
wronged, could not force my lips to form
that prayer"
sob, my dearl my dear that is different.
You would be praying for yourself God
would not listen; but l pray only for you
and He will"
Sarah, be SILENT said Beatrice. She had
always set her face sternly against her maids
religious flights. But Mrs. Miller's excite
ment had by now reached pitch which re-
sisted even Beatrice's commands.
''Seeln she said in thrilling tones, which
made even the child open his eyes in wonder!
ment, ''last night sign came to me, a dream.
looked down from somewhere and saw my
self as i must be, as it was fixed | should be
before the world began, where the worm
dieth not"
"My poor Sarah, be calm"
"Where the fire is not quenched. l saw
myself, and l saw him. He was close at
hand. Oh, God means to strike and soon,
very soon"
Her voice had such intensity, her eyes such
wild look in them, that little Harry, who
had watched her in that spell-bound manner
common to reflective children, came to the
conclusion that something was wrong, and
set up a lustv roar.
"See," said Beatrice, reproachfully, 'you
have frightened the boy"
The woman grew calm at once. The blaze
Of fanaticism faded from her face and she
was once more the attentive nurse and faith
full servant The train hurried them EDWARDS
on their flight.
Flight Yes it was flight Hervey's
threat had struck home. 1t had carried CON
viction. Beatrice never doubted his asser-
ton that although it might I've impossible for
him TO force her to come to his side, he could
legally take the boy from her She deter
mined to fly leave no trace, hide for while,
and let the man In her absence do his worst.
If he told her friends the tale of the marriage
it would at least save her from the pain
of so doing. She had not yet settled whittier
to go, but she meant tonight to be out OF
England.
The little boy, as was usual when he ap
peared in public, had attracted much atten
ton while they waited on the Blacktown
platform. So great is the interest excited
by such perfect specimen of childhood that
every woman and not few men turned and
looked after him. At the first stoppage q
lady who saw him through the window
actually fetched her husband out of the
refreshment room to look at his golden hair
She was but young wife, or she might
have known better. Pleasing as such admi-
ration must have been to Beatrice, it seemed
to trouble Mrs Miller AS the train re-
sumed its course she turned to Beatrice
ut must be done, my dear. 1t must be
done"
Beatrice. who now had the boy, Rugged
him tightly. 81 wont-I can't do it," she
said
1--WE shall be traced all over the world by
it, my dear" said Mrs. Miller, sadly.
ooh, Sarah! 1t is too cruel-too cruel
See, let us twist it up and hide it."
Herewith she twisted up Harry's sunny
locks turned them over on the top Of his head
and fastened them with hairpin. His car
was replaced, and very comical the boy looked
with his hair growing upwards.
And very pretty he looked when, a minute
afterwards, thinking this was new sort OF
game, he shook off his cap, shook out the
knot, and. presto! down fell the glowing
cloud again.
1t was tucked up again. 1t was shaken out
again-and again and again 1t was fine
sport for the baby, but Beatrice began t.
glance timidly at her maid, who shook hel
head onlinously. I'VE shall be followed every
where" she said. Beatrice sighed.
Hell lie a big boy in no time, my pretty,
said Sarah, then it must come off. Don
run the risk now. There's not such hair il
the three Kingdoms
Strange that a woman who believed 81
implicitly in destiny, Mrs. Miller should b
in her calm moments so calculating and fore
seeing.
Beatrice kissed the soft cloud, and said tina
was why it was such sin. Sarah, withou
word, drew out a newspaper and larg
PAIR of bright scissors Beatrice turne'
away to hide her tears.
Sarah cut a hole in the centre Of the news
paper-a hole just big enough for the boy t
put his head through. He did so, and though
it great fun. His blue eyes danced wit
delight. Hold the corners, miss" SAT-
Sarah. Beatrice with averted eyes took u
two of them in her trembling hands. TIL
cruel work iegan.
Ruthless as the shears Of Atropos, Sara
piled her fright blades and the boys gilt
terng loc!.s fell in soft masses on the out
spread Standard. Never before had tn
columns oI that influential journal gleame
SO brightly. Clip, clip, clip, went tn
scissors, every clip seeming to cut Beatrice
heart In five minutes the work was roughl