Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1892-10-29
CHAPTER NIX.

We were silent for n space, standing there
On the verge Of the park-land in the dark
ness. She leaned against q lime-tree trunk,
,orn and shaken with struggles Of body and
soul; and | was wondering what | could DO,
how her rescue was to be assured.
Il am going to take you back 10 the
G ange," | said firmly and quietly, ''and see
you safely again In yosr own room; and l
shall go and meet Mr.. Crawford Garden"
You, Viola! What can you do? No, no;
there is nothing can help me nowP'
There may be only one way but that
way ! shall try, and believe shall bring
sou your letters back. But you must come
aome with me first
She wa, too weak TO protest, and she did
not answer a word. We walked together to
tie Grange, and, unnoticed, up TO her room.
Then, in the light of the lamp, under the
familiar root to whic., she had said fare
we'll, her eyes met mine, and she sank back
from me with a wailing cry.
''Why should you care@' she said. why
10 YOU think it worth while tn help me"'
| dare say l looked forlorn and pale
enough. was shivering with cold, for |
had gone out without covering on my head
Or extra wrap about my shoulders, and she
was sufficiently reused from herself 10 be
conscious Of my condition.
took of her hat and cloak, and then rang
for Lucy 10 come u her-not Mathilde;
| Mathilde, if l could do anything, should
never set foot inside her mistress's room
again.
IL will 20 now" / said, trying 10 speak in
| cheerful commonplace one You must
tell me where | shall find him."
She ypt out one white hand to me.
''Vioia, what can you do" she asked, a
flush rising into her pale face. Are you
not 6eceiving yourself? l have tried in vain
10 bribe him. DO not you 20 into danger.
He is false and had TO the core. See-I will
promise you l will not see him again, Viola;
but. while he has those letters, l cannot
meet my husband"
Dear, l am not afraid Of him y answer
ed. do not fear the end Aud the cour-
are | summoned to comfort her steeled my
own faltering heart.
Quickly MS l could, | shrouded myself In
| shawl and thick veil. anl stole away once
again from the Grange and fastened across
the park to the Norbury gate to meet Craw-
ford Garden.
He was standing Just within II, by the tall
4 hedge, anu ne oIcttu hho $50
me to pass through.
Some, my love-" nc whispered, Como
Won are late. The carriage Is only few
| Yards off. We shall have enough to do to
| catch the train. Conner
I stood facing him by the gate.
at Is l. MIR. Garden" ! said scleariy. Il
| think YOU are mistaking me for some one
| else"
He remained a moment stock-still, gulp-
ing down an involuntary oath; and knew
there was rage in the dark face could not
see. When he answered, his voice was
softer and pIeasanter than ever; The nnsas'
pIcious could have detected the false ring
Of such carefully-concealed base metal.
ssThis Is indeed a surprise, Miss Thorne'
| Will you allow mo t. accompany you where
you may be going? 1t Is far too late for q
young lady 10 be cut alone"
II am fN,ing no fartscr than !his gata,"
replied. II came TO see you.'
Il am he-diy deserving Of such a compll-
, ment; but that appreciate It need hardly
say. Can l do anything for your
~ come from Lady Martin Pometoy."
"Indeedr lie allowed himself to bctrsy