Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1892-01-07

Afraid OF what, or Of Wh0m3S asked
he, haughtlly, and so little did he relish
the taunt that he did not even invite
Ulva to be one OF the party. lest Sir
combe should think he meant TO shelter
himself from possible unpleasantness
behind her presence. And she waited.
wondering and disappointed, TO be
asked, and coula scarce endure to see
him go without her.
Mr.. Sircombe disappeared to make
the requisite arrangements with Ken
more
Edgar seized the opportunity TO ask
Viva to walk part of the way down the
cliff with him; and so, with a sweet,
kind smile and @bOn voyagel" from Lady
Inchcape, they started
Oh, first Lowell what sweetest poet
ever could paint you sweet or pure
enough?
They wandered down the PERCEPTIONS
pathway; they were soon out of sight OF
the Tower; then the way grew sleeper.
and what could he do but take her little
hand and nestle it on his arm to sup
port her9 And when, with a whirr and
q triumphant bird-scream Ulva's little
pet lark dropped down from heaven
into her bosom, and she covered it with
her lovely hand and called it her dar-
/ ling, true heart, her little constancy-
what lover could have resisted the ex-
j
/ that filed his heart?
SThat happy Bird" murmured Edgar.
Z dreamily. "a thousand times a day
envy him Our stories are so like each
I other at first; you saved both our lives,
and we both return you our whole souls,
full of gratitude-and love. But you
have taken the bird to your heart, and
-
Sand you must not quote unknown
authors on a steep path, " interrupted
Viva, at last finding presence of mind
to stop the passionate words, without
owning that she understood them. She
had grown very pale and the tears were
/ in her eyes, but she smiled for all that,
and he was actually deceived. AS she
I ran on few steps with her lark flying
by her shoulder, Edgar almost cursed
himself for the mad Impulse which had
caused him so 70 forget duty and honor
/ He looked so pale and grieved when at
last she turned round. that her heart
sWelled with sudden tender remorse
and she went back, and laid her bird in
his hands, very trustfully; then moved
off and gathered a little knot Of blue
bells and white heather, which she
offered him next
@You must fasten it into my coat for
me, then; you see both my hands are
engaged in forming q nest for True
Heart, said he. almost humbly for his
They stood 70 perform the operation,
two happy, absorbed young creatures,
tasting for the first time the most deli
ciOus draught this earth has to bestow.
They had reached the base of the cliff,
and were in the edge Of thicket of the
hardy Scotch fir which girdled the rude
peak; still further down, but invisible
from their position, the few huts clus-
tered on the edge of the beach
Ulva's wide sleeves fell back as she
I raised her lovely arms 10 fasten the wild
flowers on his breast, and as she threw
back her head, her deep, Velvety eyes
. looked upWard-the most beautiful, the
most dangerous look a woman's eyes can
give; while her milk-white throat and
all the netting fluctuations of her sump-
tuous bust were seen in their most fas-
/ cinating attitude
Edgar. stood motionless as a statue,
and pale as one, till a visible tremOr
shock him. Then these words burst
from him:
~UlVal Ulvai If cannot win you for
my wife, my life viii be a curse & mel"
She started from him with a stified
cry and stood of, gazing Wild-eyed at
him, like some beautiful, startled Great
ure too proud to fly; all her wOman's
pride was up in arms against this alb
rupt, unceremoniOus wOoing. and her
blood ired-the blood of the ancient
Inchcapes, that never brOoked insult.
~I-fear-you-have- mistaken - the
-perSOn!" gasped she, word by word
for, with all her wrath, something seem
ed to be wringing the blood out of her
laboring heart and to be turning the
whole world sad and dull
@Ah, Do not look at me with that ex-
pression-yOu torture met" cried Edgar,
in passionate grief 4 deserve your in
dignation for daring to speak of love
without Lord Inchcape's permission
gained first; but 1 do not deserve your
scOrn and loathing; oh no, sweet Viva.
mol"
The sound Of measured footsteps put
an end to the scene, leaving the pair dis
tracted, Edgar with remOrse and grief,
Viva with amaZement at his last words,
mounting above her other emotions.
He knew that she was Lord Inchcape's
daughter! Who, then, was this who
came to their asylum knowing all about
the secret which even she had not pene-
tratedi
1t was Mr.. Sircombe who strobe upon
them, so grim and CHASTITY that if either
had been capable Of examining him they
would have seen at once that he had
overheard the last speech at least, if no
more. and that his mind was made up.
He made no comment however, ex-
cept to announce in a toneless voice
that Kenmore would follow to the
suOE6 al once anu LndL ne would
recommend Mr. Edgar to put on one OF
the fur coats which he had brought over
his arm.
a shall leave you here. MI. Edgar, "
said Viva, in a low voice, with her eyes
on the ground And although he felt
as If he would commit some madness il
she left him without one sign of softened
feeling, she moved away like one in a
dream, her lark fitting about her gaylY,
and climbed up the steep without one
backward glance.
@Now," said Sircombe in a terrible
voice, when she was quite gone, @are YOU
satisfied that your honor is no safeguard
for that defenseless lady?7
Edgar turned a gaze upon his would
be judge that checked him like a stone
wall
~Peacel defamer of the innocent.H
said he. @YOu babble OF honor? You
who betrayed Lady Inchcape by a liei"
@Hush-shi Who are you that knows
so much of the secret history of Inch
caDe?" whispered SircOmbe. aghast
@But not another word here-follow me
this way, Sir Spy; and, now, please tC
explain yourself"
CHAPTER NJ.
EWHY CALL IT MURDER7n
He had led the way round an abut.
meRt OF the cliff, perhaps score Of feet