Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-11-13
PART THREE-CHAPTER XIV

All this while Lucy had been waiting
anxiously in her chamber in the turret'
As twilight faded, she took her fare
well of river, slopes, groves and noun
tains. While dying day, all that beloved
scene sank deeper into her memory.
At last Voltaire came and whispered:
"They are come. Be ready when L
callr'
She was ready.
AS she stood waiting for the signal OF
fight, suddenly her mothers cry OF
alarm broke the silence.
At that ill-omend voice, Lucy trem-
bled and for one moment despaired.
Then came the sharp crack OF the
pistol shot.
The shock startled her into courage.
This note OF battle joined awakened all
the combatant in her. 81 cannot hide
here" she thought, "while they are In
danger for my sake. 1 cannot light,
but may help II anyone Is hurt"
One more glance about her chamber,
and then she closed the door and shut
herself out into the wide world.
At the top of the staircase, the sound
of a struggle below met her. She
paused, and shuddered. Not for fear.
Timidity seemed to be expunged from
the list OF her possible emotions. She
shuddered for horror.
She recognized her mothers voice.
She heard those bedlan cries and cur
SEES. These were the tones OF woman
who had elected the woman, and was 4
wild beast. Feminine reserve had
dropped at last, and the creature ap-
peared what her bad life had slowly
made her.
"What final horror has done thIs?'
thought Lucy.
She leaned cautiously over the balus-
trade and beheId the scene in the hall.
A sickening sight for daughter to see!
A strange scene in that proud and order
| ly house! Outward decorum, at least,
had always reigned there. Evil had
now, at last, undergone its natural de-
velopment into violence.
Pale and shiEering with excitement,
INIT conscious Of newborn sense OF
iustice, and an memorable hardness OF
heart against guilt, Lucy leaned for
ward and saw her mother struggling
with the two men. She saw the
alarmed negroes. She saw the gentle
man. whom she identified at a glance
as the expected hero, and heard his
grave voice as be ordered Plato to make
her horse ready and Voltaire to seek
herself.
"a dreadful end Of all this sorrow and
SIM" she heard him say. -.
Lucy repeated these words to herself
in whisper. "a dreadful end! What
does he mean? l do not see my father.
Can IL be? Did she fire the shot? Has
she murdered the body as she has done
her best to kill the soul?"
Lucy sprang down the stairs by Vol
taire and into the dining room.
There sat Major Kerr, driveling en-
treaties TO his impassive sentry.
And on the floor, with a stream oil
blood flowing over his temple and clot
ting his gray hair, lay man-hef
father.
Sappho was moaning over him.
Lucy fung her aside, almost hercely,
She crushed her own great cry OF an
gnish. She kneIt by him and lifted the
reverend head with her arms.
! And so il happened that when Edwin
Rrothertoft, stunned by q sharp blow
from glanced bullet and BY his heavy
fail In = moment came TO himself and
! Enclosed his eyes. he saw his daughter
ssra hanging over him and felt hei
arms about bis neck Her tender arm.
embracing him-her lips ~ MS.
Al, moment Of dear delight WheE
life removed perceived thai love va