Wichita eagle., 1890-02-09
rhe aaha nau gaole suudag 1uornna gebruarg o 1890.

On the left arm of this man was a
cross and two daggers, and just above
them the jagged scar of q sword thrust.
At this moment Mrs. Preston re-enser-
ed the room.
II am glad you have come, said May.
II miscalculated my strength. Blood
always turns me faint"
And she staggered from the room.
When Mrs. Preston went up presently
to her with smelling salts and a glass of
wine, she found her extended ON the
floor in dead faint.
Where is-where is Mr.. Hartley:"
were her first words when she regained
consciousness, and she gazed as if In fear
round the room.
''Oh, he's gone," said Mrs. Preston
cheerly; she left his best love, and said
the clergyman would be here very early:
and that he would get you over to France
quick, instead of stopping here
May quickly took her resolution.
''Thank you. Mrs. Preston" she said,
"for your kindness in bringing me the
wine; bat that IS only stimulant for
the moment, and must have something
to make me feel strong and look bright
on my wedding day" (She shuddered
involun1arily as she uttered the words
81 will go out to the doctors, whose light
I see at the end Of the street. and get
hin, 70 y,re,.,.,-; h, for mo -
The kindly look died out of Mr.. Pres
tons face, and stern frown took its
place.
''Not tonight, miss" she said, edging
towards the door. 81 was told most
particular not to let you go out at night;
and Mr.. Hartley
''Never mind Mr.. Hartley" said May,
with mirthless attempt at a laugh, as
she put on her hat and threw her travel
ing cloak over her arm. ''Time enough
to obey him when have said the ortho-
dox words love, honor and obey Kind
ly let me pass, madam.
The latter words were added in q
hard, commanding tone quite unusual
to May, as she advanced quickly.
Mrs. Preston was desperate; she had
long seen that all was not quite right
between the ''lovers," and she would
lose big reward if she allowed the girl
to escape.
She stood, therefore, at the door to
prevent her egress.
But she had entirely miscalcuiated the
strength of will existing in that youthful
mind and the power lying dormant in
that 1.-the young form. With one
spring, May Fielding had darted for
ward, and sei1ng the woman by the
arm, had swung her backward into the
center Of the room.
Then, without pause, she fed down
the stairs, out into the street, and away
toward the busy highway at the end.
She had money with her, abundance
for her purpose, and hailing cab she
drove to the police station.
After an hours interview with very
delighted and astonished inspector, the
brave girl drove off again, this time to the
railway station at Euston.
It was apparently a very pleased and
self possessed young lady who took a
first class ticket by the express to Deep
ford, who gave the porter half a crown
to obtain her a carriage to herself, and
who made herself cozy in a corner for
her long journey.
But as the train began to tear madfy
along, shrieking through the fields and
villages, May Fielding lay in a tumbled
heap on the floor of the carriage, ohivi-
GUS to all.
Mrs. Raymond and Clare sat in the
drawing room at the lodge.
The former was indulging in one of
her favorite maps; Clare had been pre-
tending to read, but as soon as the regu-
lar breathing Of her mother told her that
she was in the land of dreams, she threw
aside her book to think.
The flight of May had caused the ut
most consternation; none the less so
when it was found that, in virtue of her
fathers foolish will, she had transferred
all her money in the Alliance bank to
Mr.. Thomas Hartley.
Clare, of course, kept silent, refusing
to judge her in any way; only expressing
a hope that Guy L'Estrange would be
satisfied now of the worthlessness of the
girl with whom he had been so infatu-
ated.
That morning news had come that the
injured woman at the infirmary had re-
covered her senses and was able to be
carried to the court; but as to the result,
nothing was vet known.
And SO in the shadow of the big room
Clare sat at the window looking across
the lawn and hoping-hoping that she
might see the tail form of Guy LES
TRANCE striding across it.
Hark! sounds Of wheels approaching;
then loud rat-tat-tat at the door. Hur-
ried steps cross the great hall, and In an
other moment the door opens and Guy
LEstrange rushes in, followed by Paul
Armstrong.
A girls figure springs to meet him,
and is ciasped to his painting heart, while
passionate kisses rain upon her lips.
Surely that moment was heaven TO
Clare Raymond
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