Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1886-03-20

barrels of my pistols and loaded them
afresh. No Lace of precaution en- my part
should aid the escape of my enemy. lnen
I sat down and waited. / wanted MIN 70
have a fair start, so that our meeting mgn'
take place as far up that deserted coast q
possible
When thought had given him sufficient
grace, l sailed forth in pursuit. turner
down to the sea as he had turned rounded
the foot of the hill which she tere1 81. Seu-
rim from the nor west winds, and then STOOD
with the unbroken cliff on my right hand
and the SAM stretching away In front OF
me for miles and miles In the distance
could see him-a white spot on the yellow
sand. The heat was great, SO he had clothed
himself in dazzling white garments he
was. perhaps, half a mile in front OF me,
walking near to the edge OF the sea.
quickened my steps and rapidiy dlmin-
ished the distance between us
did not want to get Sc near that, II ne
turned, he might recogn.zs me. did not
mean to overtaks him / meant to follow
him until he turned to retracs his steps;
then, as soon as he ikel, be might dis
cover me. NV only fear was that some
path up the cliff might, unknown to me, ex-
lst-a path which he might take, and SO go
home across the table land
Grant walked leisurely; so l was soon
within 800 yards of him. noticed that his
head was bent forward, as is natural to
those who think as they walk His hands
were behind him. and he paced the coast
with slow but lengthy stride. Little he
guessed who was upon his traces!
Suddenly he turned aside, and struck up
the beach toward the cliff stood still and
watched him. l saw him reach the top of
the beach; then, as it were, disappear into
the face of the cliff. l doubled my pace
and hurried on, laug hing in vengeful glee
l hal him now! For by this time | knew
every foot of that coast line | knew that
at the spot where Grant had vanished some
CONFUSION of nature had torn the rocks
apart; that, entering through what looked
like narrow fssuro you came upon
straight, smooth space, bounded by un-
scalable crags, and carpeted BY soft white
sand Not cave. because it was open to
the heavens, but all the same natural cul
de sac
had found this place. had explored it.
l had even longe1 that Eustace Grant might
be in ther,, While l stood at the entrance,
AMI held him ike a rat in a trap. An now
the thing l longe1 for had come to pass.
Perhaps 10 escape from the heat of the sun
my enemy had chose1 the one place IN
which l wished to meet him. l was right
in saying that fate was shaping everything
to my hand. Here should face him, force
him to fght and slay him. | had him now!
Strange to say. no thought of al issue
adverse to myself entered my head. So
confident, so certain felt, that paused for
a while at the entrance to the trap and
steeled my heart by recalling all the wron IS
which had suffered. l stood there until
the sun ma le the barrel of the pistol, which
had dra wn from my breast, as hot as fire.
Then l crept between the two ROCKS, and
went to reckon up with Eustace Grant!
The change from the brillial ut sunshine to
the cool gloom of the grot, or whatever it
should be called, was so sudden that for a
moment l could not distinguish objects.
When my eyes grew accustomed 10 the
shade l saw that Grant was lying on heap
of sanl at the furthest end of the ravine.
His broad brimme1 hat was by hi side, and
he seemed fast asleep. crept toward him.
My feet made no sound as they trod on the
soft dry sand stood over him and looked
down on his powerful face. strong, sum
burned neck, and large. muscular limbs
He looked the type of manhood. Ali no