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

Kerr~yan Wart, while I dispose OF the
"Saren." mumbled Kerr, "rm sash
fed It's all mshtake." 49,.
The two men dragged MRS. brosnel
toft, struggling furiously' across INV
the parlor and forced her into an arin-
chair before the fire. A..
Skerrett followed. Plato was In sne
hal. sterrified at the MISCHIEF ne nao
caused. u,d
"Run. Plato" said the major, "and
have Miss Lucy's mare out. And you
Voltaire; don't look so frightened man!
We must make the best OF IT, Drlns
the young lady down some oack way.
She must not see her fatner or neI
mother. Horrible, horrible, all! a
dreadful end of all this sorrow ana SIM
He passed into the psrlor. -,
"Madam." said Skerrett gravely, Il
regret that I must confne you. You
have shown your power do harm ana
threatened more. cannot take you
with me for safety. II l lett you IrG s
you could start pursuit ana we snoulu
be caught and hanged as you uesire'
Bows, tie her in the chair, so as not 70
hurt her. now, but carefully, so that she
cannot stir hand or foot. hate 70 seem
to maltreat a woman"
They belted her and corded her last
in the chair. She wrestled frantlcally
and cursed them with unwomanly
words, such as no woman should know.
There you are, ma'am, 1ast: says
Galsworthy, drawing back. pure
tied so you won't feel 1t. and so you
can't hurt yourself or anybody else.
Skerrett heaped up the fire to burn
steadily and slowly. Then. with great
tenderness of manner, he laid a shawl
over Mrs. Brothertoft's shoulders.
MADAM" said he again, 81 am SIN
cerely sorry that must imprison you.
l have tried to make you comfortable
as possible. The night is line. rms nre
will burn till morning. l must take
your people all away with me for safety;
but they shall be dispatched back, as
soon as we are out OF danger to release
YOU, and''-here his voice grew grave
"to bury the husband whom you have
killed and In whose death you Triumph
She made no answer. All the flicker
ing of the fire could not shake the cold
look of defiance now settled on her hand
some face. Her color had faded from
her cheeks. Her countenance-rimm
with her black hair, disordered in the
struggle-was like the marble mask OF
Gorgon.
The major paused moment, listen
ing if she would speak. 1T seems
brutal to leave her So" he thought.
"But what else can l do? She will grow
calm by and by and Sleep. There are
worse places to pass the night in than
a comfortable armchair before a good
fire."
Good night, madam" he said, with
no trace OF taunt In his tone.
The cold look gave place to an ez'
preston Of utter malignancy and rage
at her impotence to do further harm.
Move on, men," said the major, and
followed them.
At the door he turned to survey the
scene once more. It's tragedy terribly
fascinated him.
There sat the lady with the fire shin
ing on her determined profile. She was
quiet now, and from the picture the
heads of the soldier and his white
horse as quietly regarded her.
Skerrett closed the door softly.
He listened an instant without. WoulC
she relent? Would he hear sob and
then a great outburst OF penitent agony
when, LETT to herself, she faced the
thought of this CHASTITY accident, which
she had adopted as crime?
He listened. Not sound!
There was no time to lose, and tht
major hurried after his men.