Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1891-01-08

The Curse Of the More
lands.
By LEON LEWIS.
CHATTER Iv-fConhnued.l


This farewell review consumed but
few minutes, and the couple then made
their final preparations for departure.
The portnanteau they had packed was
conveyed to the side porch, and all the
lights within the dwelling were extin-
guished, save that of the lantern, with
which they proposed to light their de-
parture.
@Have you taken your revolver,
Jessie2" asked Mrs. AIoreland, as she
halted at the door, to make a last
thoughtful survey of her surroundings,
and assure herself that she was leaving
everything as it should be and had for
gotten nothing she desired to take with
her.
@Yes, mother; have you?
~Certainly. I feel safer with it, iA
view Of the many tough and lawless
characters one is likely TO meet on the
lake and all along the shore
~Then let's be off"
They passed out, the mother closing
and locking the door behind them, and
picked up their pOrtmanteau and de-
scended the steps, moving quietly in the
direction of the lake.
In another minute or two they had
reached the boathouse at the waters
edge, carrying their portmanteau be-
tween them.
The boathouse was a tall, gothic
rooted structure, standing on a high,
stone foundation, the object of the
builder having been to shelter his sloop
in it without unstepping its mast or even
lowering it's sail 1t was always kept
locked, of course, as it contained many
valuable articles pertaining to the
aquatic tastes Of the mother and daugh-
ter, not to speak of the neat craft they
kept here habitually In readiness for in
slant use throughout the summer.
} To take possession of their sloop, with
their portmanteau and other effects, and
to get it out of the boathouse and set
sail, leaving everything snug behind
them, was the work Of a few additional
minutes, and not long thereafter they
had vanished on their voyage down the
lake.
"Welli good-by, my dear relatives, I"
muttered Radd Moreland, who had
watched their embarkation from a snug
covert near the landing. az can find you
when you are wanted, as 1 know where
you are going. 1 am even acquainted
with your destination, as I passed sew
eral months at the village of Egg Island
few years ago. Curiously enough, our
old friend Hutchley is living there as a
fisherman, and he and may take new
hand together. Meanwhile I am going
to make myself quite at home here
quitel"
: He sauntered carelessly back to the
house, giving himself admission by
breaking pane of glass and turning the
fastener of window.
Lamp in hand he made rapid but
comprehensive survey of the premises,
and proceeded to serve himself an ap-
petizing "bite to go to bed on, which in
Guided a bottle of choice wine from the
cellar.
Emboldened by the said bottle he went
out and took down the three signs left
by the representative of the real estate
agents, and concealed them under an
icehouse in the garden, after first read
ing them by the light of his lantern.
"The fact is" he muttered with char
acteristic impudence, 81 don't propose to
be turned out of doors by my sister-in-
law, even if she don't know of my pres
ence."
Returning to the house he locked him
self in securely and took his way to a
handsome guest chamber upstairs which
had aroused his admiration. He finish
ed his bottle of wine while making q
more particular survey Of the apartment
and then went to bed with many a self
congratulation at finding himself in pos
session of such quarters.