The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-09-07
CHAPTER VII.
A LIFE FOR A LIFE.

A LIFE FOR A LIFE.
A few days after the occurrences just
related Mrs. Trevylian had an accident
slipping off a step ladder while mailing
up a piece of creeper. She twisted her
ankle, and the injury, though not serious,
was sufficient to confine her to her room
for some time.
Hence a singular change which had
taken place in Olive was unremarked by
anyone. Madge was busy attending to
her mother, and Harold Darlington too
engrossed by the secret trouble, which
haunted him day and night, to take heed
of her. A strange gulf seemed also to
have widened between the cousins.
Formerly, though SO unlike, they had at
least lived on friendly terms. But now
Olive seemed to avoid Madge and to
speak to her as little as possible-or, if at
all, in taciturn, strained manner
which, when her cousin noticed it, panied
her Still she took no serious heed, at
tributing it to one of "Ohye's odd
moods" which would sooner or later
pass over.
Meanwhile Olive St. Maur's face grew
thin and pale, and her great black eyes
burned with unnatural luster from the
hollows which began to form under them.
She slept little and ate less, her whole
appearance being that Of person whose
nerves were strung up to the highest
pitch, or who was a prey to the most ter
rible suspense. The atmosphere Of the
cottage seemed vulnerable to her, and
she would walk for miles on to the moor
land, only stopping when dead beat
through fatigue. An awful struggle was
going on in her mind. The deed she
meditated was one Of such black treach
cry that, inscriptions as her nature
was, it made her pause.
She recalled the many kindnesses Har
old had done her, the gentle considera
ton with which he always treated her
but the evil angel was stronger than the
good cne. Jealousy and hatred strove
for the mastery, and Were successful.
Little dreaming of the dire danger
which threatened nina danger worse
than any he already knew of Harold
Darlington was lulled into sort Of
false security. He thought he saw s
way out Of his trouble-difficult, per
haps, and perilous; but his was not {
nature to shrink from the cost of what
he undertook Madge's love seemed
somehow to have brought counsel a.
well as comfort. No word had beer
spoken between them since that mesnor
able day that might not have been heard
by all the world. But it was enough K
understand each other-to be together.
Harold had been forced to lay aside
his determination to leave Trevarrock
In fact, there were now the weighties
reasons why he could not do SO.
Il n
"Whisht! step softly-he may hear We
and he's sleeping the first time fo
many nights"
The sky brooded darkly over Trevar
rock bay. Only distant sullen roar
and faint glimmer of white at the foo
! Of the cliffs, showed where the angry SCI
tore and dashed them in it's wrath. 4
red CLEAN of light flashed for a mornen
at the door of Dinah Retallack's hut, AM
the old woman peered out into tn
murky night anxiously. A figure stoo,
without-that of man, who had givel
| three taps at the window before Dinal
lifted the latch.
Come in, come inl Him as you wan
to see amt come, but he will, he viii
SUES life. Nun ha' patience and wait
bit, she mumbled, pointing to the locke
close by the fire.
The new conner, a short, burly man
with weather beaten face and stron;
black beard, dressed in seafaring clothe
and with q sou'wester pulled well dow
over his ears, obeyed.
Mum gle me summat to sweeten tn
waiting, then. But where's he-I mean
him as you'm"- he began in low
growing tones 'e'8s at1
'Hushw
She pointed with her thumb back
wards towards door, which seemed Sc
in the solid rock. Then diving into
chest, she produced square stone bottl
and glass. She poured some of tn
liquor into the latter and gave it to tn
man, who smacked his lips approvingly
THAT never paid duty, I'll go ball." h
said, with gruff chuck1e. "Prim
stuff You've had it mort o years,
reckon; for devil keg has been rul
ashore at Trevarrock since was boy
All! those were times"
"A still tongue makes a wise head
and there's other and fairer ways O max
ing bit o money. Your father an
! my man ~are friAnds- John Shoiso. an