Connecticut western news., 1889-01-02
II be safe there. do wonder where

" AASAS O~S .Tn the house. isn't shc7'' '.No. She won't down to the village for some pink wool and matches and things an hour or more ago, and I'm only afraid ahe'n be on the way homo now, without sign of an umbrella or cloak, or anything but white muslin | scarf"
 vJast hand mo an umbrella out of tho houso!' cried selah Brown. with alacrity. 'sI'll run back to the meadow for my coat in half a minute, and go to meet her."
 "That won't be necessary" curtly interposed MT. .Graydoa. 'Tve a silk sun-umbrella here, and I'll bring Miss Garry back all right" He walked hurriedly on, but Selah Brown still held out his hand to Mrs. Vinall.
 ''The umbrella, please" said he. 'Its hardly worth while the two of you going" said Mrs. vinall. 'Tm going after Garry, or I'll know the reason whyr' said selah, in reso- lute voice.
 And Mrs. Vinall gave him the um- brella, without word of further pro- test.
 He hurried back to the field for his coat, and struck into the hiyh road by a short cut at very nearly the point which Mr. Felix Graydon had reached. And from that point they walked on together, yet separated by tho width of the high road, occasionally darting belligeront glances at each other, and never exchanging friendly word. Both were good walkers; both wero determined to be the first to rescue pretty Garry Vinan from the coming tempest.
 Just about half way to the village, however, as they neared desolate old brick house, mildewed with too much shade and evergreons, with tangled vines on which '.To Lot" had hung so long that it was popularly supposed to be part of the mural decoration, the rain came down in dizzyiug sheets, tho thunder rolled, and vivid dart of lightning shone for second before their eyes, us it seemed to bury itself in tho ground.
 In the sams moment they saw Garry Vinalps face at the open door of tho old brick house, her hand beckoning to l them. .s
 ''She has taken refuge thcre-there, i of all places in tho worldl' hoarsely cried Gray don, breaking the spell of silence which had roigned so long be- tween them. ',Hold on, Brownl Do you know what they're using tho brick house for now9 Sho don't, that's very cvidentl'
 "Yes, I do," said Brown. cold Mills is storing his powder thero for the blasting in Dover Rocks"
 Don't go near tho placep shouted Graydon. ''Didn't you hear her mother say that she had lot of matches with her9 Matche'l in powder magazinei and with thunderstorm like this rat ting overheadi Gall to her: toll her to come out here to uir'
 ''Sho couldn't hear you if you shout ed to her with boatswain's trumpetl' retortcd Brown.
 "M,n aliv-r' roared Graydon, in- stinctively putting out his hand to stop the other, 'lo you want to be blown in to the middle of the next field2 Did you see that last fash of lightning7'
 And he fairly took to his heels, hur- rying down tho road which lci to the distant village, without even pausing to look behind.
 selah Brown glau ced after him with a countonanco of infinite contempt.
 T always thought he was poltroon, 1" he muttered. '.Now, am sure of it."
 He jumped tn, fenco like young deer, and hastened, with long stride, to the old brick house. l "Oh, is it you7" said Garry, not with cut sudden shadow of disappointment in her face. ''Its very good of you to como for me, Pm sure. But thought
 You thought you saw GraYdon," interposcd Browa. "Well, you did, but he has an engagement in the oppo- site direction. Pm sorry I am the wrong one. But come, Carry!"
 'Out in that rain-certainly notl" said tho village beauty, with m air of decision. 'Let us stay hero until it is over. 1tsa musty old place, know; lut the roof is wat.r-tight, and"
 ''Aud there's your parcel, Garry. Comel'
 He took an oblong paper package from her grasp, and then drew tho un- willing little hand un der his arm with gentle force.
 But Ishall get all wet!" she de clarcd, still hanging back.
 "Carry," he said, "do you know where your are2"
 'In the old brick house, to-be-surep r she answered.
 "You are in a powder magazine And your lifc may perhaps depend upon the distance which we can place between ourselves and this dangerous place. he added, in deep voice, as another sheet of bluo lightning blazed and vanished before their eyes.
 | un fn nHnr h< awful peril which surrounded them