Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1894-04-05

| hurrledly
''Not until we reach Uxton-a good
| hours journey on, sir. Sorry can
stay to help you. Hope your good lady
will soon be all right. Good-day, SIR
The guard blew the whistle, jumped
into his compartment, and once more
the train was in motion, and speedily
| lost to sight.
Count Jura watched it eagerly.
THAT was bold move." he NUT
tered, ''but it was the only thing.
Now. what to do next? Let her faint
on: it is the safest thing that could
happen. She will scream, perhaps;
| if so. [ must gag her.
An ugly look passed over his face,
then, after bending over Alice once
again, he stood upright, and scanned
the road.
The village seemed deserted, but
while he was de batting whether it would
be wise to leave the senseLess girl
| alone with the diam nds while he made
inquiries, his eye caught sight of
cart coming leisurely along.
It was q miller's dray, drawn by
three stout horses, going in the same
direction as the train had gone.
Count Jura hailed it, and in a very
few minutes the driver was beside him.
suaded the man to believe his tale, and
to consent to their travelling in the
cart as far as the nearest town, and
then lifting Alice easily between
them, they placed her on some sacking
at the bottom of the cart.
Count Jura placed his precious dia-
monds beside her, jumped in himself,
and very soon they were numbering
along heavily.
He watched Alice like a lynx; the
jolting motion soon began to rouse her,
and he answered the drivers ques-
tions brihy while he kept his eye on
her.
At the first look of returned con-
seriousness, under pretense of making
her comfortable, he bent over her.
Scream Or utter one word" he
muttered tiercely, land / shoot you
like dog"
Alice shrank away from his flashing
eyes: all that she had undergone had
undermined her strength: the fatigue
and walking of the night before made
every limb ache, she could not make
any resistance to lis cOwardly threats;
she had grown as weak as child, but
her brain worked wildly.
| What was happening? Where was
she going? Would no one come to her
| aid?
She sent up a prayer for help and re-
| lease-if need be. for death, rather
than be longer in this mans power.
Seeing her lie SO quiet, Count Jura
put it down to fright and was we'll sat
istied.
This girl was no spitfire, like Myra;
he should be able to manage her well.
He talked to the driver leisurely and
managed to extract the knowledge he
required.
The town they were approaching
was some forty miles from MOretOwn,
and branched Off the line that led to
Uxton. There he could get train
that would take him to one of the big
manufacturing towns lie hidden there
for a day or two, then creep cautiously
to London, and from there abroad.
He reckOned at the rate they were
going it would be quite midday before
they reached the town, but he was we'll
content.
If the stationmaster at Moretown had
telegraDhed at once to UXtOn to stop
him there it would be an hour and a
hat or nearly two hours before the
news that he had escaped would reach
Moretown, and as, he thought con-
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or two policemen handy, the chances
were the whole thing would get into a
good muddle, and he would get COM
tortably away.
Not one shred of pity was in his
heart for the girl he was carrying
away He was lost to everything but
love and desire. No woman had ever
intlamed his heart as this fair, lovely,
slender creature did. and he sWore she
should be his. AS for Myra, the woman
he had ruined. a sense Of qualification
that she was. perchance, dead was all
her memory brought. He had long
wearied Of her, and sought to be rid OF
| her,
He sat smoking comfortably as the
cart logged along, making his plans
with calm minuteness, while Alice lay
in an agony of fear. shame, and weak
ness. Her mind was peopled with
many visions. She seemed to 90 back
to her childhood, and saw once again
the face of that lovely woman she had
spoken of when Roy's mother had
questioned her.
Then all the cruelty, the harshness
J of Aunt Martha, then that dark night,
the CHASTITY murder in the woods. the
memory of Roy's pale, handsome face,
and then her hurried marriage,
Then her mind went over all the un-
happiness that followed and yet
strangely through it all ran the picture
of her husbands tender face as he
} looked at her the last night they were
together.
A faint thrill of happiness went
through her heart as she recalled his
gentle words: even Valerie's revenge
full form melted away. naught remained
but HIM; and he was lost now-lost to
her forever. she should never see him
again. Though he might not have
cared for her. though he had been cold
and unjust, she loved him, and would
love him on through all time.
She was awakened from her dreams
by Count Jura shaking her roughly.
Get up" he muttered: I'VE are
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