The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1893-11-25
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who, true lover of sport, did not mind in
what form it came, Let us 20 round the
house and see if we can find any one" "
"Come up these stairs into my den.
keep loaded revolver there. Well get
that, and then we can make start" I"
"All right I'm your man. Find Il weap-
on for me. No, don't take light; that
Is, If you can find it in the dark
Up the private staircase they went to-
gether into Mr.. Burne's sanctum. The
blinds had not been pulled down. Chev-
enix went forward and looked out of the
window.
"Great Scott, there is some one moving
yonderl Whut on earth are they doingl
If the moon were only up, we could see. I"
"1'll up them, moon or no moon, said
Mr.. Burne. 'I'll give them shaking up
they have not had this many day"
"Don't fire. man, till you know"
But he was too late.
Mr. Burne had thrown the window open,
and the shot went ringing through the air
before the words had died on Alan's lips.
Before either man could breathe it was
answered by piercing shrek.
"Nly God, that's katies voicel Can she
be at the gatef" cried the father, white
with terror.
The revolver was tossed aside, to the
danger Of another life, for it went off as it
fell, and Mr.. Chevenix only moved in time
to escape severe wound.
But Mr.. Burne needed naught.
He ran down stairs like a nladmRn, fol-
lowed by his guest, who was scarcely less
frightened than himself though in his
sporting Slang he muttered, "A lover for
pony, as he approached the spot wht re
he could now distinctly sec that there were
two figures clinging to euch other.
Which was wouuded2 That was the aw-
full question. Ii it were the lover. so much
the better; if it were Katie, would either
of them ever forgive themselvesl
1t was Katie.
The white dress, but half nm hour ago
so fresh and trim, was saturated with
blood, which flowed from wound in her
head, as she lay back in Kenneth Mooro's
arms,
Gruff however, even in his despair, Mr.
Burne asked him savagcly who he was
and by what right he had his arms about
his daughter.
Kenneth did not answer, except indirect
ly.
"My love-my love--my beautiful" he
walled, would not have given my life to
save yours, and yet you die for mey"
The pathos Of these words failed to touch
Mr.. Burne, who pushed him to one side
"Support her Chevenix, t." he said. "Help
me to carry her into the house"
But CheyeniX had more pity.
"Let this man lift her. 1t will hurt her
more 10 move her. -
So it was Kenneth Moore who carried
her in and laid her on Il sofa in the draw
ing room, unconscious, though clinging to
him so tightly that it was difficult TO free
him from her embrace.
And the three men, all unhurt, stood for
second or two speechless and gaZed ut
the girls prostrate bleeding form
1t was liaincs, hastily summoned, who
tried to stanch the blood; jenkins, the
butler, who went for the doctor.
Mr.. Burie was the first TO recover him
self, and once more turned furiously on
Kenneth Moore.
"How dare you come after my daugh-
terl How dare you bring this dreadful
thing upon us7 You bllckRuardl Get
out Of this house at oncc and never let
me see your face inside my doors, or will
send for the police and have you locked
up" Again it was Alan CheveuiN who
soOthed.
"IIEsh, hushl She is moving restlessly
She is half conscious" Then to Kenneth
Moore: "Go, my good follow. l will let
you know what the doctor says 1t is best
not TO irritate Mr.. Burnu."
And, with one wstful, lingering look Mt
the rceumbent girl Kenneth Moore took
this advice, given in all good faith, and
departed.
Alan Chevenix, he had been told, was
an aspirant for khtic's hand Still, in Alan
ChcveniN he felt he had Il friend
When the doctor came, Katie was carried
up to bed, and for days "What will he the
endS' wns the question.
She was never wholly conscious, and
when occasionally she spoke in her half
delirious mutterings it was always Of Ken
meth
And Kenneth waited about her window
for Alan Chevenix's constant bulletins
with tho faithfulness Of truSty dog
Aye, what would the end bcY
At last skill and science prevailed. Katie
WAS better, but the prostratio ion and shock
to the nervous system were intense. Her
danger WIS still great, since day after day
she lay there and made no effort to live.
You would rather see her die than
married to Kenneth Mcoret" asked that
good fellow Chevenix Of her father. "Eor
my part though love her very dearly |
would rather see her his wife than follow
her to her grave. /"
But Mr.. Burne always shook his head
and would not answer
AT last the crisis came.
There was no hope for Kate.
"Surely Kenneth Moore might bid his
love Roodhy forever
This concession WIS made BY. .ler wrath
full sire, softened somewhat by"the knowl-
edge that through his own rash act he was
about To lose his child
He sat in II corner of her room. into
which the sun was shining brightly. when
Kenneth entered. Life, not death, did
this entrance bring
My own-my Keunethr'
II was the first heart cry Katie had ut
tered since the shot was fired
No use for protracted opposition, the
father felt He reese from his seat, sooinuly
placed her thin hand in konneth = brown,
strong palm, and returned to his corner
to wa,ch the happiness in which he and
Alan Ghesenix were alike forgotten New