Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1890-05-01
blindfolded Besides here they were sheltered

DllndIolded. beSlueS mere bueJ were sneluereu
by the reef and shore.
In Ave minutes they were round little
headland. and the lights of Bryngelly were
close before them. On the beach people
were moving about with lanterns
Presently they were there, hanging on their
oars for a favorable wave to beach with. At
last it came, and they gave way together,
runnir the large boat half out of the surf.
dozen men plunged into the surf and
dragged her on. They were safe ashore.
''Haye you got Miss BeatriceP chouted a
voice.
GAY, we've got her and another, too; but
doubt they're gone. Where's the doctorf
Here, hereln answered a voice Bring
the stretchers.'
A stout, thick set man, who had been listen
ing, wrapped up in dark cloak, turned his
face away and gave a groan. Then he fol-
lowed the others as they went to work, not
Offering to help, but merely following.
The stretchers were brought and the two
bodies laid upon them, face downward and
covered over.
"Where to = said the bearers as they seized
the poles.
,The vcaragi, y answered the doctor Il
told them to get things ready there in case
they should find her Run forward, one of
you, and say that we are coming"
The men started at trot and the crowd
ran after them.
"Who is the otherf' somebody asked.
'Mr Bingham-the tall lawyer who came
down from London the other day. Tell
poIiceman-run to his wife. She's at Mrs
Jones', and thinks he has lost his way coming
home from Bell Rock"
Accordingly the policeman departed ON his
melancholy errand, and the procession moved
swiftly across the sandy beach and up the
stone paved way by which boats were dragged
down the cliff to the sea. The village of
Bryngely lay TO the right 1t had grown
away from the church, which stood danger
ously near the edge of the cliff. On the
further side of the church, and little behind
it, partly sheltered from the sea gales by a
group of stunted frs, was the vicarage, a
low. single storied, stone rooted building,
tenanted for twenty years past and more by
Bea rice's father, the Rev. Joseph Granger.
The best approach to it from the Bryngelly
side was By the church yard, through which
the men with the stretchers were now wind
ing, followed by the crowd Of sghtseers.
Might as well leave them here at once
Ntlu one VI Tue ~ TIE Otuci III W tiSis
II doubt they are both dead enough
The person addressed assented, and the
thick set man wrapped in the dark cloak, who
was striding along by Beatrice's stretcher,
groaned again. Clearly, he understood the
Welsh tongue A few seconds more and they
were passing through the stunted frs up to
the vicarage door. In the doorway stood a
group Of people. The light from a lamp in
the hall struck upon them, throwing them
into strong relief Foremost, holding a Ian
tern ia his hand, was man of about 20, with
snow white hair which fell in confusion over
his rugged forehead He was Of middle
height and carrie,i himself with something
Of "a stoop Tbeeyes were small and shifting,
and the mouth hard. He wore short whis-
kers which, together with the eyebrows, we're
still tinged with yellow. Pine face was ruddy
and healthy looking: indeed, had it not been
for the dirty white tie and shabby black coat,
one would have taken him TO he what he was
in heart a farmer Of the harder sort, some
what weather beaten and anxious about the
times--a man who would take advantage of
every drop in the rate Of wages. In fact, he
was Beatrice's father and clergyman
By his side, aud leaning over him, was Eliz-
abeth, her elder sister There was five years
between them. She wasa poor copy of Bea-
trice, or, to bc more accurate, Beatrice was a
grand development of Elizabeth. They both
had brown hair, but Elzabeth's was straight
or and faint colured, not rich and ruddying
into gold E.izabeth's eyes were also gray,
but it was cold washed out gray like that OF
February sky And 50, with feature after
feature, and with the expression also. Baa-
trices was noble and open if at times defiant.
Looking at her You knew that she might be
mistaken woman. or a headstrong woman, or
both, but She could never be "A mean woman.
Whichever Of the ten commandments She
might choose to break, il would not be that
which forbils tis 10 bear false witness against
our neighbor Anybody might read it in her
eyes But in her sisters he might read her
fathers aifty hardness watered by woman's
weaker win into something like cunning. For
the rest Elizabeth had very fair figure, but
lacked her sisters rounded loveliness, though
the two were 50 curiously alike that at a dis
lance you might well mistake the one for the
other One might almost fancy that nature
had experimental upon Elizabeth before she
made up her mind to produce Beatrice, just
TO get the lines and distances. The one sister
was to the other what the pale unfinished
fnputl ~ Guy - " bho ioAtShSh
and gold.
"Oh. my God my Godl" groaned the old
man; 'lools, they have got them on the
stretchers They are both dead. Oh, Bea-
trice! Beatrice and only this morning |
spoke harshly to her"
Don't be 50 foolish, father said Elm
beth sharply They may only be insensible.
''Ah, ali, he answered; sit doesn't mat
ter to you, YOU don't care about your sis
ter. You're jealous of her. But love her,
though we don't understand each other
Here they come. Don't stand staring there
Go and see that the blankets and things are
hot. Stop doctor: tell me, is she deads"
s.How can tell till I've seen herr the doc
tor answered roughly, shaking him off and
entering the door.
Bryngelly vicarage was a very simply con
structed house. On entering the door the |
visitor found himself in a passage with doors
30 the right and left. That To the right led |
to the sitting room. that to the left to the !
dining room, both of them long low and mar
row chambers Following the passage down |
Tor some five PAGES, it terminated in another /
which ran at right angles to ii for the entire |
ength of the house. On the further side Of |