The Portland daily press., 1892-09-26
CHAPTER XIV.

RUNNING THE BLOC"
Never, since Othello made his to lis
tening Desdemona, had recital
"Of ir-b-eadth scapes i tho imminent dead
ly breach,
OF being taken by the insolent foe,''
SO moved 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 to the pledge given Fitz-
hugh, Evan never limited at the name of
his rescuer, 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 of it; 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 she had 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 contempt for herself! For
over every mixed and warning 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withdrawn her hand from his-when
her plighted pledge to trust him unto
death went softly to his ear on the
rhythm of Lanner's ''Romantiker.
''There's theme for novelist!" Evan
cried, as he ended his story danger
and romance enough for three volumes
only lacking the love! We must have
the love, you know. Now, if I could
only imagine my rescuer to be my 'su-
perior officer Capt. Charlton -"
''Silence, Evan!'' the girl cried, sud
denly rising and striding to the door.
81 believe you would jest over a
gravel
''Over his? Possibly, fair co.," he
laughed. ''But beg pardon, humbly,
for selfshness preventing question
ABOUT your own ESCAPE.
1. She turned full to him in the fire.
light, warning elements within making
her face hard and stern, as she
answered, slowly, half absently:
'sYou have no need. You know all
that'-checking herself, as avivid blush
rose to her face, and adding, quickly
stfrom Bessie Westchester.
A puzzled, doubling expression came
to the boys frank face. Then silencei
which she broke:
s'But look! The moon is nearly
down. We must get to the creek. It is
doubly important now that we get
across"
"And doubly dangerous for you,
Caro-. Had known in time that you
were here, I should have crossed
above.'
Nonsense! we have shared dangers
together before; and this is not great.
The river is clear. Come"
And, collecting their light, but most
precious, baggage, the pair moved swift
ly through the night-now grown in
tensely cold-to the rush-lined banks OF
the creek, where old Pete waited with
the boat.
The negro stared at Evan only an in
slant, then said, calmly:
sGoin' cross long O. you, missy?"
"Yes; my cousin, Pete. just escaped
from prison"
''You's fort'nit, bossy, sholy!" the
black said, gravely. ''Does dem dress
yo' all alaike, up dar in dey's prison9'
And, as Evans laugh at his own absurd
costume rang out lightly, the negro
added: '"Time's up, missy. You and
de circus bossy better git aboa'd."
He had filled the boat deep, amid
ships, with clean hay; and, motioning
them to sit in it on either side, Pete
pulled his oil cloths well about them,
rolling the ends loosely, ready to his
hand.
ITO BE CON TINUED.1