The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1893-10-18
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They landed, and having discharged Il

They landed, and having discharged the
waterman Groped their way uD the dark
stairs TO the landing above, where they
stopped, talking together in a low voice
and in their own tongue. Eventually Drigo
left them and went up to the Joy to see
that the road was clear. Meanwhile, made
reckless by my unsatisfied yearnings, had
left my place, and following them noise
lessly up the steps stood now almost with
in arms reach of Taras. l distinguished
the profile of his face quite clearly against
the faint light beyond as he turned to speak
a few cheering words to one of his friends
the bold, handsome outline of his aquiline
nose, the curve of his mustache and his
short, pointed beard. Almost fancied
could see in his face the expression of hap
piness in having rescued his friends. | was
envious of that kindly regard bestowed up
on another, and drawing step nearer, by
an instructive impulse raised my hand and
laid it timidly on his arm. The act was not
intentional. could not help doing it.
The movement was seen by his compan-
ion, who started with stified cry of alarm.
Taras, seeing me, spoke few low words of
remonstrance to his friend that seemed to
say: what are you afraid Off It's emily
poor miserable waif" Then, recognizing
me at a second glance, he exclaimed softly
in English:
"Ah, it is your
Eyes, me-the kipper." tried to say, but
my voice was thick with feverish agitation
and my words uHiHteHigible.
"You have come to tell us that it is all
right" he said, adding, after he had given
this explanation to his friends, 'it's very
good of you,' and he nodded at me again
with that kind smile that had wrought
such mysterious effect upon my nature.
Just then Drigo whistled softly from the
side door of the Joy, and Taras hurried his
friends forward, leaving me there with
more happiness in my heart than had felt
in the whole of my life.
l waited on the landing until they had
all filed into the Joy. Then l slipped
past the closed door and ran across to the
archway in Sweet Apple lane opposite
the house. | knew that there was no ac-
commodution for the party in the Joy,
and that as soon as the escaped men had
changed their clothes they would come
away. As there was no other way but
through Sweet Apple lane they must pass
me, and / should see Taras once more.
had stood there not many minutes
when | heard IA glass crash in the Joy,
and the next moment there was "A deep
thud as if some one had thrown himself
against the door; then there followed a
stifled cry, the shurling of feet and the
sound OF heavy blows. These sounds left
me in no doubt as to what was going on in
the bar of the JOY. In Shadwell one
hears the noise of fighting every night.
But | could hardly believe that Drigo and
Putty were the attacking party. The lat
ter | knew to be coward and feeble as
well, being sodden with drink. Taras,
felt sure, could defend himself dgainst half
dozen such men as he, and timid as his
friends might be it was not likely that
they would stand aside and make no
effort TO aid him. l had no fear for him,
but rather IL savage exultation in the be
lief that he would thrash his enemies and
punish them according to their deserts. II
occurred to me that he had discovered
Drigos treachery and was now giving him
lesson not to be forgotten, and with 6
burning desire to hear him bowling fol
mercy rau across the road and put my
ear to the door.