Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1894-12-20

the pony into better pace. "Oh,
did that ages ago! ran against
door In the dark Here are the
SwayneStones. How we'll Ethel sits
her horse! Maude Is Inclined to be
heavy"
Those poor MaitlaudSw Maude
SUBMISSIONS was saying Ia her sister.
How glad Cyril must be to get back
to his pTriShr
How he must hate parar' returned
Ethel, holly, ''or deSpiSe him for ar.
resting an Innocent msu on such film,
Sy grounds
My dear Ethel your weakness Tor
Or. Evcrard carries YOU over the
bounds OF reason"
When Cyril reached the railway sta
uon. he obtained every local paper
published, and forgot to pay for them
in his eagcrneSS till gently reminded,
Just In time, sir" the Stall,kecpcr
said as he handed him his change
I'VE have no copies Of the Advertiser
left All the papers printed double
editions, too, The EverardS and
"aA'hbHuS are 81 VIII hHu"u III luCSN
parts"
Are they?' replied Cyril. turning
away with a flash of blue fire from
his eyes.
We'll, am bowed" cried the stall
keepers boy assistant, doubled up
with laughing. IF that ain't young
Maitland hiSself"
Cyrtrs hands shook as he opened
the sheets and ran his eye down the
columns till he saw In large capitals,
"'rhe Swaynestone Murder, Adjourn,
ed Inquest Verdict" He held the
the gaze of his fellow-travelers, and
read with growing horror, until cold
drops stood on his forehead, and his
lips grew dry and hard.
~ never dreamed OF this" he NUT
tered Heaven Is my witness. |
never dreamed OF H."
Life seemed to him one hopeless tan.
gle Of error and misery, against
which he was powcrlcss to strive
Labyrinth after labyrinth seemed to
draw him within their intcrminable
folds. till his brain was dazcd and
his heart sick. Nowhere could he
catch the clcw to any straight course:
by no means could he unwind the
deadly coil that Fate had wound so
closely and thickly round him; MS he
thought, forgetting his own share In
the work. What was the good, he
wondered, OF being born into n world
so complex, so hewildcrlng. 80 full OF
complicated motive and hatlicd pur.
pose, so hesct by the devil and all
his works? He felt as weak as any
weaned child, as terrified as boy In
the dark, In the presence of the ri.
gantic evils striding upoo him; his
will seemed to melt like wax within
him. Then he remembered Lillian In
her unwontcd passion, and The mem
DRY was like the balm OF morning
breezes through the open window Of II
sickroom. and he made stand
against the mental aud oral swoon
which threatened him. Yes, III lillian,
his better self, the saving clause OF
his being spoke and he murmurcd TO
himself once more AT any cost"
Some fresh travellers got I'm AT Bel
minister. and Cyril entered into con
versation with them, which became
animated as they touched upon CON
genial topics.
what brilliant ladv one OF them
observed to his companion, IA they
drove away from Waterloo; zone OF
the half dozen who can talk"
at will be all right" Cyril thought
to himself, as he sped eastward In his
hanson through the crowded streets;
something will turn up-S~s~' happy
chance"
CHAPTER XVI
Early on n bleak spring morning,
cold with the bitter chill which comes
only at the moment Just before the
dawn Of day or the turn Of winter
and strikes into the very marrow Of
the bones, Cyril Maitland was enter
Ing Belmlnstcr by the steep road de
sccnding into the ancient city from
the windy downs which partially sur.
round It,
Early as 1t was. he had walked far,
having risen from his slcepless couch
In utter restlessness, and sought to still
his inward fever by bodily exercise.
A cup of milk at n farmhouse, and
a crust of bread, when he tried In
vain to swallow, formed his frugal
breakfast He had in his hand man
ual Of Lenten devotion, which he could
not read His beautiful eyes were
brilliant with fever, and appeared all
the larger from the dark circles be-
meath them. ~ can not bear this
much longer" he murmured to him
self, as he descended the steep chnlky
road and gazed mechanically on the
gray old city. with It's solemn towers
and buttressed minister, lying In the
gray chill Hight beneath the leaden
sky; my brain Will give way"
On the slope OF the opposite hill
were some large gloomy bulldogs,
one Of which, the county jail, struck
upon his sense with sickening horror.
Eyerard was there, to undergo his
trial; for nothing had occurred,' ms
CYRIL 40 fODdly hoDpd TO deliver him