The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1894-05-23

fus1on OF raplne. pass over the grief.
pitiable and vindiotive, Of daughter and
husband and conclude these memories
with III interview had the following
day. Mr.. Mainwaring, more arrogant in
his bereavement than in good fortune.
because also indignant and amazed,
had questioned the different members
Of his household without obtaining any
information. No suspicious person had
been seen about the premises; no un-
wontcd sound had been heard that night.
Finally, when he and Eunice and were
alone, he turned to me:
But Henry" he said, your room
is directly underneath 1t is strange that
such struggle could have occurred
without disturbing you Did you hear
nothing2"
II did hear something, SIR" an
swered, with the courage Of despair. 81
heard a most awful cry''-
"And-and''-
THAT Is all was frightened and
hid under the bedclothing until morn
ing
"You miserable cowardr'
turned slowly away, and as turned
saw that beseeching, confding express
sion In Eunice eyes which has followed
me ever since with the vitality of
blessing turned away and marched
out of the house, out into wild world,
not wilder, though, than the tumult of
my poor heart
1t was necessary for me to suffer, to
sacrifice before dared from the mes
sage of that glance to interpret hope l
have done so, and now, as finished the
revelations Of the past, unwillingly
cleaned from the dying Goals. felt that
the morrow might perhaps bring me not
O reward, but most exquisite relief. But
yet was there not something still I'M
done? I had atoned truly, but had ex-
plated? Was there not shadow between
Eunice and me-the shadow cast by
murder unavenged? Well, what now
could avail further worry? My cigar was
out, and so was the fire. 1t was cold
The morrow would decide, and the
quickest way to its decision was through
sleep.
fastened into bed, and my last con-
nected thought was that the stranger
overhead must be more perturbed in
mind than even was L I slept, and l
awakened as if at q touch or from call
l know not what time 1t was, but it
seemed the BLACKLIST hour of the night
/ listened-plod, plod, that stranger
overhead was still pacing the floor. l
listened, and-oh, God In heavenAI
heard once more that intense, Hateful
cry. It.wns IN the very room; 1t was in
my very ears; 1t summoned to do, to
act, Us 1t should direct / sprang out of
bed and into my clothes, and the quicker
my movements the more urgent was
that call
Like clarion note 1t sounded the ad-
vance, unhesitatingly, and obeyed 1t
led me to the boollshelves and lowered
over that coil of line which had noticed
until l thrust 1t into my pocket 1t led
me through the pitchy corridor and by
the winding stairs, and along the next
floor until I came to door on the jar,
through which n lamps light was glin-
mcring. l listened, and distinct from
those constant cries / heard the plod,
plod of a restless tread looked in, and
ON tho center table my eyes caught and
were held by shining object 1t was
watch, one of these trumpery curios
which Mrs. Mainwaring had so cherish
ed. There could be 10 doubt about it,
Many time had seen her polishingit it,
many time had heard her explain
the impossible Significance in cipher
And MS gazed n burly form intercepted
my view, and 1 saw the restless stran-
ger, a stalwart, determined looking
man, with traces Of desperate enterprises
on his face l saw, and knew the mean
ing OF that cry. now encouraging and OK
ultant and In an instant 1 was at his
throat
Oh. but he had strength and courage,
this mani was ncrvCd by powers sure
ly superhuman- He was taken un-
awares; yet, strive all 1 could, could
not overmastcr him. Indeed his clutch
was tightening He was slowly bending
me back LII his eyes shone the desire
for blood In my heart was curse on
the impotent sound that had betrayed
me, when suddenly the pallor of death
crcpt over his face, He loosened his hold
and beat his head with his fists He
swayed, he staggered, he fell like
struck bullock. and ere his conscious
ness returned l had him bound hand
and foot and wound and trussed with
that tough fishing line!
Az l completed my task and painting
stood over him he opened his eyes
Shut up. d-n you!" he inuttcred, and
then, following me, he gaspcd: "Did
you hear it! Oh. did you hear it, that
old harridan's shricls?"
Eyes, j." replied, Il did hear 1t, ana
for tho last time, thank God But you,
mark my words you will hear it againn'
The morning was smiling as peace
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