Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1894-03-29

you into his power. The cruel, cowardfy
Wrctch.o
Alice bent and kissed her brown
hands.
HAS he wrongcd you?" she whis-
pered.
"Wronged? aye, most shamefully.
But now eat, and then to sleep"
Alice swallowed d few mouthfuls OF
.,read-she could do no more-then
with feeble steps made her way to the
bed, and flung herself on it. In few
minutes she was asleep.
Myra folded her arms and stood gaZ-
ing at her for some time. The fair,
pale beauty of the young face touched
her great womanly heart with pity:
she read the traces of sorrow round
the sweet mouth, and from the few
words Alice had uttered, she knew
that some grief had entered this other
giri's life too.
''She is too frail to bear much, she
murmurc1: what shall do with her?
| am not fit to live with her, besides, [
live now for revenge" she clenched
her hand. ''Who is she, wonder, and
why will she not seek her friends?
Perhaps she may think differently in
the morning. Now must rest.
Myra flung herself into chair. She
would not disturb Alice
"She can Sleep she murmured;
''my brain refuses to be stilled. She
has done no wrong, while l-Oh.
George-Georgc, how cruel you have
been; and how [ loved you"
She covered her face with her hands,
and choking sobs broke from her lips.
Alice stirred uncasily in her sleep,
but her fatigue was too great; she did
not wal1en, and by and by Myra' s
paroxysm OF grief died away and she
too slept.
The two girls wero safely away be-
fore the chloroform began to leave
Count ,Jura's brain, then he gradually
came to his senses. He groancd lit
tic, and moved nneasilv on the ground,
then as his brain grew clearer, he
staggered to his feet and leaned against
a portion Of the broken wall to think.
What happened?" he mused, pass
ing hand over his brow. Il was
stiiled -1ell to the ---~ All, / remem-
Der. 1t was Myra, curse her! Where
is she now? Can they be gomez"
He stood upright and pcered into the
darkness; not sound met his car.
Course her, she is gone, and the other
with her. Now what to do What
is this?" His foot struck the box on
the ground: he stopped. 1.-The dia-
monds. Great Heaven they have left
them. Good. | will take them.
Which way will they have gone?
Quick let me think. The pony cart.
TO Moretown, of course: then to Lon
don. Curse that woman | could
wiring her neck :"
He lifted the diamonds and staggered
along.
The cart was gone as he feared. He
stood still and thong lit what to do.
He must walk; there was no other
way. 1t would be madness to stay in
the vaults. Paul Ross was growing
suspicious, and the Count felt that
Paul's fear about the Grange robbery
coming Off wrong was we'll founded.
No; he must get away.
The few steps he took seemed miles;
still he went on.
Just as he was growing altogether
spent his quick ear caught the sound
of something moving towards him. He
drew his revolver, and, creeping into
the bushes, waited The noise came
nearer. his eye saw the outline of
some object.
He strobe forward q little with an
exclamation of delight, put away his
revolver and went towards it.
1t was the pony and cart Myra had
deserted. The pony walked on slowly,
browsing the grasS as he went.
Count Jura could have mbraced the
animal.
He thought for a moment, then drew
the pony back from the road, unhar-
messed him, tethcrcd him to u tree,
then hiding the diamonds under the
straw of the bottom of the cart, he
wrapped himself in the cloak he had
placed before under the seat, and made
himself as comfortable as circumstances
would permit.
He was thoroughly worn out with
fatigue, aud in q very few minutes was
fast asleep.
The landlord of the inn was up early.
1t was market day at Moretown, and
he would do good business. 1t wanted
a few minutes to ) o'clock, but already
the market people were coming into
the town and he would have to get
breakfast for some.
His wife was busy in the kitchen. and
away from her sharp eye the landlord
found many all opportunity to exchange
gree tings with his friends.
So quickly did the time pass in this
congonial occupation, that the clock
struck before he remembered the
duty he had to perform in Weakening
Myra and her supposed mistress.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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Flowers by the Wayside.
No doubt we owe many plant