The Globe-republican., 1891-12-10
CRUEL
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THE GRAVE ;
The Secret of DunraYen
Castle.
BY ANNIE ASHMORE,
Author Of Faithful Margaret" ETC.. Etc
CHAPTER v-(Contnued.)

~You never mean me to believe tina
Fou would have liked to let them drown
10 you?" cried she Strengthening herself
Ind looking down upon him with tw'
flashing, incredulous eyes.
Up to this, Edgar had listened as Il
In fdIe colloquy, for the mere delight o.
hearing Ulva's voice, but now more
personal interest chained him TO tht
ipot. What lover could withstand thu
temptation of hearing his lady speal
Ebout him while ignorant of his prox
unity?
And by the dawning rose in her cheek
and the keener gaze of the old man, be
knew his name was coming.
There was but one life especially IL
langer-and it was not who saved It
It was my lady's will that sent me three
Times down after him-and 1t was my
lady's ain proud hands that pulled him
from the wave"
Hush" whispered Ulva, blushing
scarlet, and darting uneasy glances
around; while Edgar turned cold and
faint meath the shock of delight-fol
this he had not heard till now.
"Who said that?" demanded Viva,
lefantly; certainly you were in nc
condition to know what happened; poor
fellow, you did your duty like brave
man then, and l won't believe you regret
1t now"
"Weel, then, Mr.. Sircombe said it."
Viva looked aStonished; then dis
missed the point as trivial, and attacked
the main one.
Sand is it Mr. Edgar you are warning
me against?"
"'Deed it is, Lady Oolava; and an i'll
day for Dunraven when the soft and
supple Lowlander won in.
kenmore, you are wicked. What
possible harm could he or any other
stranger" (Oh, UlvaD edo to my fathers
daughter?"
"When the day comes the deed will
be done. Twas your ain hand laid it
upon him as his weird. He will never
die Until he has paid We for his life with
woe and wrong. All. lady, ye blanch
an faIter-listen, there may vet be time
to turn the doom aside, If ye wad speak
the word"
Viva was silent, however. Edgar saw
that her sweet face was wan and
troubled.
zone word" urged Kenmore, eagerly,
~and the Englishman will be on the
main land before this sun goes DOWN."
"Nonsense!" exclaimed Viva, indig-
nantly. "Is Lord Inchcape's daughter
to drive forth guest from her fathers
roof like village boor, out of respect
to barbarous superstition?"
"Ohone: woe worth the day!" lamented
Kenmore, "the g!amour's upon you al
ready, he's cast his spell over you, you've
taken that first step on that fatal road
when your maiden heart goes out to him
in pity"
"Silence!" cried Viva imperiously,
pride and shame crimsoning her cheeks
and flashing from her eyes "You over
step respect; l permit no such liberty"
( She descended the messy steps, waiv-
ing him out of her path with royal
gesture, but he still stood before her
with clasped hands and bcsceching face.
"Oh, my bonny mistress, whom have
borne in my arms BARN, it's not in q
heart so leal to you to let You pass on
lunwarned to woful love 1t was his
like that brought the curse on Inchcape,
and parted-God forgive me, am 1 mad
to come over it to her? Mind you this,
Lady Oolava: Hearts as proud and
pure as your own have been made a
summer toy by comely Englishmen, and
flung under the heel when tired Of And
/ warn you'll warn you-as sure as
death I'll do it-upOn that day when
Captain Edgar puts forth his hand to
take your heart, q Highland dirk will
find sheath in his own il all England
should cry murder"
Kenmore spoke quietly, but with a
fierce menace in his manner: but the
lady did not finch. Her form lowered
haughtily. her fine nostrils Quivered;
her dark eyes shot forth wrathful light
nings.
"And l warn you, Kenmore. thst II
you ever again betray sign of this
brutal superstition-or NEEDLE with the
guest who is under this roof-if he were
Satan HIMSELF shall Danish you from
my presence, and never look upon your
face again." Having thus passed judg-
ment, she swept past him with incom-
parable dignity, and left the garden.
Kenmore gazed sadly after her.
"Ah, ay!" murmured he, with plant
i've frightening OF the word. "there We
gang, proud an disdainful as q queen:
but it's maiden's heart ye carry in
your bonny breast, an maidens' hearts
can aye be won an broken. Ohone!
Ohone! black fall the day when steered
the Cursed Guest to Sleat ma Vrecken."
Edgar sank down In his place with his
head between his hands. A tumult of
thoughts whirled through his brain;
rain-hope-andn newborn dread of the
future.
Tapped In luxurious weakness since
his convalescence began, he had done
nothing but think Of her ana let his
heart drift on to alteration, unchecked
By one doubt. Now conscience pricked
him and babe him consider to what mis-
cry he might bind her future, should he
Gain the prayer of his heart and awake
her love. A gulf Of unknown depth
separated him from Lord Inchcape's
daughter: the secret which had spoiled
Lord Inchcape's life, parted him from
his wife, and sent Viva to share her ex-
tle-this was the gulf that divided them.
aud until he had fathomed it he had no
right In honor to lay one thought of love
At her feet True. he might never
awake her heart: still he knew that as
cure % he permitted his own to go out
trrevocably to her, he could never keep
ont Of her life until he had fought his
hest to win her.
Il must fly from this place. groaned
he In sudden anguish; 1T Is not only my
psace that risk-it might b hers'