Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1888-10-11

Oh ~ anu BAOoOh1J Nun
ing about the room. muttering to him.
self. When l knew him to be at some
distance / half opened my ewes. and
saw TO my horror that he appeared to
be trying 10 open the window. Sud-
denly he desisted, and l heard him
murmur, mo-" this side won't do. /
want her to fall into the moat and
then he won't find her. The bedroom
windows the one"
Again he approached me. l hastily
closed my eyes.
Dead, rs dead as nails" he said. in
n triumphant whisper. Again he
moved away and this time he turned
his steps toward the bedroom which
adjoined.
Tine was everything. / sprang to
my feet. gained the door which opened
into the hall, as ] supposed, and found
myself in long, dark corridor. Down
this ran until / reached a narrow
staircase leading upwar1. Agoniz ng
fear lent wings to my feet l gained
the upper floor, and spying an open
door / entered and crouched behind the
door. My terror was somewhat abated
when l knew the room TO be occupied.
Some one moved heavily on the Ind
and mans gruf voice asked, Who's
therep"
| made no answer, for in that mo-
ment my determination was made. L
would manage to leave the house I'M
seen. and escape forever from the vile
and degrading influence of such a
marriage rs had been forced upon me.
The law, l knew. would free me. but
to the law l could not resort without
exposing my mothers quilt.
was evidently in the bedroom of
one of the men-servants, and he was
fast asleep again. as heavy snoring tes-
titled. Evidently. too, had not been
followed. Either my escape alarmed
the wretched lunatic or had passed
from his mind.
With the first glimpse of dawn l
crawled from the room and made my
way towards broader stairway than
that which l had assembled the previous
night. l went swiftly down long
corridor which ran the length of the
opposite wing of the house. hoping to
find some majd-servants door aiar, for
it was impossible to leave the house
in my present lress, or. rather, un-
dress.
Fortune favored me. AT the far end
was large closet or. moro properly.
small room, around the walls of which
were hung the servants Sunday
dresses. appropriated one of these.
n black shawl. and plain bonnet the
vel of which would serve to mask me
we'll.
felt no fear as glidcd down the
three long flights of oaken steps which
led TO the back entrance hall. for | was
convinced that Lord Trenton had es .
capped from his keeper, Black. and that
finding me flown he would return to
his own apartments. In ten minutes |
gained the high road, which skrted
tho park walls. and sat out relieved
and bravely for my three miles walk to
M, where l could take the earliest
train for London. Here / knew l could
dispose of one Of my plainest rings to
enable to pay roy fare TO the great city;
perhaps the best hiding place in all the
world.
In M posted one Vne to my moth.
Ell. when i can forgive you," l wrote,
'you shall see me again.
My disappearance was hushed up;
but l afterwards learned that Lord
Silurian. my mother. and one other
moved heaven and earth TO find me.
Two handsome rings by which
might have been traced, | sold immedi-
ately / arrived in London and long
before the money thus gained was
exhausted | had been introduced by a
young women who lodged in the same
house with me 10 manufacturer of
artificial flowers. He gave me work
and thus l lived, if such an exist
ence may be called living. for three
years.
Strange to say my landlady came
from--shire, and through her
learned the gossip concerning the Sill
urian family. learned that the heir
was not generally supposed to te
queer" at times and always dull,
brutal, and heavy. that his unfortunate
mother had been mad for years; and
that some poor young lady had finally
married Lord Kenton, but had left him
the next day never TO return.
One evening. more weary and down
hearted than usual, / was dragging my
tired limbs slowly homeward. after
the days work, when passing han
som stopped suddenly, from which
sprang young man. who seized my
arm. crying Thank God. Olive, you
are found at last
1t was JACK Beaumont Jack, good,
dear. handsome as ever.
20. jack" cried. breaking down.
and sobbng pitifully tell me all
about them, mamma and the girls,
only don't tell them where l am else
they will want me to go back to Lord
Silurian, and / can never forgive him.
never"
''Old scoundrel! / should think not
But he can't modest you dear. Olive;
now that his miserable son is dead, he
has no more authority over you than
have"
dead jack" cried.
Eyes, three months ago. All, Olive.
naughty girl to hide from me- II you
knew how have suffered"
On my twenty-hrst birthday became
Mrs. John Beaumont My mother to
this day thinks herself the aggrieved
party; aud has to remember that M
purchase money enabled her to find