Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-08-04
CHAPTER XIV.

hUNN1NG The bLCC.
Never, Esince Othello made his to lis
tening Desdemona, had recital
&" OF hair-brcattth 'scapes 4 the imminent dead
ly breach,
OF being taken by the fhsolentfoe,"
SO moved u maiden, as when Evan
Fauntleroy told the details of his story
to Carolyn Clay. She sat motionless,
her eyes fixed upon the glowing Goals,
her ears catching every detail, which
bore such\ strange and double meaning
to her.
Faithful ITO the pledge given Fitz-
hugh, Evan never limited at the name of
his rescucr, though he wondered much
that his cousin expressed no curiosity
upon that point. Her face was turned
partly from him, and the excitement of
living over those stirring scenes pre-
vented close scrutiny oflit; but even in
full light he could have' read little in
those changes sweeping across it
doubt, wonder, pain, contempt, each in
turn dominated by admiration-as the
boy detailed the keen wit; and dauntless
nerve of the traitor sheAhad loved.
Had loved? AS she questioned her
own heart in the quiet of that mid
night, Carolyn Clay could scarce re-
| strain(the impulse to(cry out aloud her
wrath, her contemplation herself! For
over every mixed and1warring element
within her breast-spite Of reason, of
self-respect, of certainty-swept the
memory of that past, when she had not
withdrawn her hand from his-whep
her plighted pledge to trust him unto
death went softly to his ear on the
rhythm Of Lanner's 'Romantiker."
There's a,theme for aunovelistp Evan
cried, as he ended his story-''dAngeI
and romancelenough for three volumes
only lacking the love! We must havt
the love, you know. Now, If could
only imagine my rescuer to be my 'su-
perior officer Capt. .Charlton-"
SILENCE, Evan"'the girl Fcried, sud
denly rising and striding oHthe door
81 believe you would jest over q
gravel"
"Over hisP Possibly, fair co.," he
laughed. But beg pardon, humbly
for selfishness preventing question
about your own escape"
She turned full to him in the fire
light, warning clements within making
her face hard and stern, as she
answered, slowly, half absently:
"You have no need. You know al
that''-checking' herself, az vivid blush
rose to her face, and adding, quickly
"from Bessie Westchester."
A puzzled, doubling expression came
to the boys frank face. Then silence
which she broke:
"But lookl The moon Is nearly
down. We must getto the creek. It 1
doubly important now that we ge
across"
"And doubly dangerous for you
Caro-. Had known In time that 20,
were here, should have crossed
above"
Nonsense! we have shared danger
.. together before; and this is not great
The river Is clear. Come"
And, collecting their Light, but mos
precious, baggage, the pair moved swift
~ through the night-now grown In
tensely cold-to the rush-lined. banks o
the creek, where old Pete waited witt
the boat.
The negro stared at Evan only an In
slant, then said, calmly:
J "Goin' cross long O. you, nnissyP"
Eyes; my cousin, Pete. just escapes
from prison"
"You's fort'nit, bossy, sholyI' tn
= black said, gravely. "Doea dem. dres
yo' all alail1e, up dar In dey's prisonP
}, And, as Evans laugh at his own absur,
costume rang out lightly, the negr
added: "Time's up, missy. You an
de circus bossy better git aboa'd."
He had hlled the boat deep amid
tehtrA With NleAn hAXl knh HAasAnS.is,i