The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1892-02-25
The Secret Of DunraVen
Castle.
BY ANNIE ASHMORE.
Author of Faithful Margaret" ETC.. Etc
CHAPTER xIX.-Continued.


half unconscious, and he ventured to re-
lax his iailer grasp, and to lay her in
more easy pos ton along the seat
He bent over her with fierce and
dreaming ecstasy. Oh, il those blue
heavenly eyes would only unclose and
look into his with timid glance, in
which he might read dawning tender
ness! how patiently he would fan the
fame, how delicately he would defer to
her girlish caprices, how light his chain
shou be until he had won her whole
sweet heart!
For without her heart he could not be
content, so mighty was his love for her.
Alas! if he had only been a good man
he could have taught her to adore him.
Not many minutes passed thus, the
carriage tearing along the silent coun-
try road, and Loveday lying exhausted;
then she recovered the use of her facul-
ties.
She evolved the situation. still lying
with closed eyes, the lOathing recipient
of her fierce lovers rhapsodies; she re-
membered that they had entered the
carriage so hastily that the cOachman
had not closed the door for them; it
must be still possible to open it from the
inside then.
They seemed to be flying over the
ground yet if she must attempt to es-
cape-with her life if possble-but if
not
Loveday's heart cried out to God; she
knew it might be her last prayer! she
thought then of her own adored Au-
boron: ah! never would he know how
sweetly she loved him. and of her beau
tiful mother, whose one bright joy she
was; and two bitter tears gushed from
under her eyelids and glittered like dia-
mOnds in the brilliant mOonbeams.
you are conscious, my own love, my
wife," murmured Accrington in her ear.
Sand life brings only tears to you! wait.
shall soon teach you happiness -"
She bounded, with all her gathered
strength. against the carriage door; as
she had foreseen, it yielded to her pres
sure and she fell headlong almost across
the flashing wheels, but Accrington
caught her in time. and would have pin
Toned her against his breast, uttering
passionate entreaties that she would
yield to what was now inevitable.
But Loveday was driven to deSpera-
ton; she must-She would escape this
demon-man, if she lost her life in the
attempt. She struggled fercely; she
seemed possessed of supernatural
strength; if he had her by the arms. she
had VT nched free the next moment: if
he grasped her by the waist, she writhed
down between his arms and his breast;
and all the while the carriage door
swung to and fro against the wheels,
and he could find no moment in which
to secure it.
Long ago the crumpled paper had
fallen from his hand. and lay on the
floor close by the open door.
In all her frenzy of terror, Loveday
never forgot that paper; and when she
writhed downward She caught it up and
held it in a death grip.
Accrington had forgotten it.
"Loveday." he said at last: @there is
no use in this. will not give you up to
Auberon Crecy-no, not if have to take
your Sw, ct life to prevent it,"
You may murder me-" painted the
POOR Quaking child; l suppose you will;
but I will not go another step with you
of my own will.
And with that she almost succeeded in
springing out of the carriage.
Having secured her once more. Ac
crington CHANGED to glance through the
rear window. Then it was that Love-
day saw look on his face that chilled
her hearts blood.
They had talked of murder, but his
eye. in its strange gaze, now meant it.
He drew a pistol. he grasped her firmly
he placed the cold tube against her !
temple holding her head as in wise.
Loveday raised her wide frightened !
eyes full to his: he pored over their |
agonized entr atty, their sweet wild won
der and anguish that, after all his love,
he could take her happy life away.
His hand shook-his teeth chartered; |
then he remembered that Auberon Crecy |
was close behind in pursuit; and jeal |
Ousy, cruel as the grave, possessed him. |
you shall be mine, or no mans
cried he with burst of insane laughter: !
"come to your bridal. the grave: you |
frs. my dear: shall follow close"
Her agonized eyes, riveted upon his, |
and cat hing every new thought, dis |
covered his last fatal intent just in time. |
AS his finger pressed the trigger, Love- |
day dashed up her arm, the pistol was |
struck from his hand and exploded as it |
fell: she hal one glimpse of Accring- |
tons fierce white face and maniac eyes: |
then came a dreadful warning yell from !
the coachman outside-the carriage !
rocked from side to side-Swayed and |
toppled overland she flung herself TO- |
ward the open door.
When the appalling tumult had died |
away, the grinding crash of glass and |
metal on the flinty verge, the heart sick |
ening scream Of terrified horse, the |
dull moan Of human agony, and all was |
still under the bright moonlit sky, Love- |
day lifted her dazed eyes to meet two /
eyes full Of gentle love keeping watch |
over her. and her frozen heart began to !
beat against the warm clasping arms Of
Auberon Crecy.
For they Two stood alone upon the !
brink Of the fatal abyss where her guilty |
lover had gone down to his Death.
But what is this you have so con- |,
vulsively grasped in your hand. love?"
asked Auberon, when he could return to |
the shuddering and weeping girl, from |
the mournful duty OF Gispatching some !
men who were attracted to the spot, to |
descend the rayine and examine the /