The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1889-09-06
LITTLE WAIF.
A Story Of Absorbing Interest.
~ 7ERNARD HERsERr.
CHAPTER VIII
VUI.TUREAND Doyr

NVt'rUREAND DOVE.
.Oh, good evening, Grnco," J,oy,lep
said in perfectly polite yet matter.of-
TACT way, M though it were no surprise
70 MN 10 nnd tho girl in SD Ort-oft the.
Piaco; has Mr.. Arnim re-
svSR3 vSDeesAlsss Will, spprsl,.nsion aud
R9RE sq9r Atsis @ Gracic was only abl,
Had a visitant from the grave sud
denly appeared before her she could
not been more terrified Slo had con.
Z cluded, and with reason, that if the
face. OF the drowning man she had seen
from tho deck of the doomed "Orcgon"
were in truth the face Of Max lsoy,lcn.
and no hallucination OF her excited
brain, her arch-enemy must be ut the
bottom of the sea. Sho had studied
oyery face on board tho steamer
Fulda, every fMo that cnmo within
the range of her vision.
Alas, poor child, her sense of security
was fallacious. Tho vicioilsly hani-
some face of Eoy,leu was mmong tho
rescued aboard tho "Ful,i,," tI,ouph
she saw it not. Ilel,ad bcen picked up
with the rnbble of tho east a why's, md
no one had asked questions IN to his
presence there. And why should n
question be askcd2 'rhoro were no
5 passenger-lists in all that hubl,ub To
consult.
Yet Max Boydon had stood an The
deck of the mysterious schooner!
Whether he had bccn saved the com.
mission OF or committM crime ON
that fatal morning is n matter of which.
for the present, must rest IL, tho hands
of God and Justice.
When she did not nnswn, him, only
stood staring Mt him in a h,lerul fps.
cination, he continued suavcly:
IF Mr.. Arnim is not in, perhaps [
may have the pleasur" Of seeing his
good mothcr?"
At that, little Grucie p,uckrd up
sufficient courage TO say
II cannot SEQ what it matters tn yo,
whether Mrs. Arnim is in or out. She
is not in, however,"
Boydcn's dark eyes burned with u
mystic, lurid fire for an instant as he
gaaed fixedly ut the girl.
Dear mel" he exclaimed, show
ohnnged you nrei Not Mt all the we'll
behaved, gentle, little girl who waited
90 faithfully upon my poor uncle in
England. scarcely rcccgniDc- you.
You've grown woman since wn last
met, and n beautiful one. tool"
Gracie's fowcr-like face flushed
crimson ut the insult and her small
white hands clenched into hard knots.
Leave the housed" she commanded
II beg pardon2" he asked. mock
ingiy.
Leave the house, Mr.. Boyden," si,o
repeated boldly, cor will 60 into the
street and call tho policei"
You'll have to pass mo in order to
do that, my dear girl; and even il l
suffered you to be so foolish, pray
what complaint have you to enter
against me? I am IL patron of your
friend, Mr.. Arnim. have written
him u note, which he does not appear
to have received, changing our place of
meeting for this evening from my ho-
tel to his house. / expect him every
moment do not think be will be in
clined to turn mo out Of doors when he
comes, do you?"
@.s " He wanld il ] told hin, all 1 know
about yon, was the plHcky retort. -
"Indeed2 And what could you tell
him?"
"That yon wcrn the instigator of MIR.
Clifford's murder"
Max Boyden smiled bl,ndly.
II fear You are modelling with edge
TOOLS" he said, "the use of which you
do not understand. If You go too far.
you may cut your own fingers. In
other words, when you see fit to accuse
a man of instigating q murder, You
must be we'll armed with the proofs to
back your statements. Have you any p"
She was silent, and the flush died
out of her face, leaving it nshcn gray.
"You have done nobly in shielding
81 Ga
lows, he continued, "and would not
advise you TO do anything now to jeop-
ardize his safety"
her eyes.
II might speak here, if choose, T"
she said, "since he is safe in England I"
"Who is safe in England?"
"My father"
@On tho contrary, Nicholas Garland
arrived in New York by the Alaska
only yesterday"
"It is false!"
II ask your pardon; have seen hin,
and can take you to his place Of refuge
within thirty minutes"
Hero was q poser indeed. Her father
in America, and within half an hour of
her own hiding-place
!. Oh, fate was hard upon her! Tho
had followed her in very truth!
q minute or two the poor child
there spellbound with horror,
e straight before her, with the
ght of the gas falling all about
Rnd Boyden watched her as a
Ag boast watches it's prey, yet
pdNses in admiration ere it seeks to de-
vour IL.
Oracle was first to break the oppres-
sive silence.
"Well, = she said, and her low tense
touc betrayed the desperate frame OF
her mind, Il may az we'll give mp; it is
no use struggling; am doomed. What
do you want of me?"
"Of you?"
"Yes, of me. You do not want your
portrait painted; you bare no more for
the man who has befriended me than
Won do for the wind that blows. You