The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1894-03-29

llcllluu Hlu lOG ltb SOlucDOuy see Illli
safely home" one of the men observed,
in q reflective tone. I'm dreadfully
afraid he's gone and walked into one
of the neighboring chalk-pits-for you
see, sir, he'd have no head to know
what he was~a. doing of, Yes. I'd not
mind wagering something that we
shall find him where l say. at the bot
tom of one of them chalk-pits."
Dear, dear, hope notw put in War
rington, seeing Sir Basil turn shudder-
ingly away.
We'll, sir; and 80 hope we, for the
sake of the poor young gentleman's
mother, who is almost breaking her
wait and see what tomorrow morning
brings. If nothing, why then we must
institute search in all the likely and
unlikely places round about; for when
a man be missing, we must find him,
if we can"
ITO be sure" said the creole very
blandly.
And then the cOnStables departed.
Two more days having elapsed with
out any tidings being gained Of the
missing man, his mother caused print
ed handbillS to be posted all round the
equity, ADVERTISING Ille IOSS I'll Her SOIL,
and offering a reward to any person or
persons who could bring her any nfor-
nation concerning him.
But, as you may imagine, the trouble
she put herself to was Of no avail; for
no traces whatever Of Roger could be
found
All this while, Sir Basil Dovctree
manifested the profoundcst interest in
this affair. which had awakened the
attention Of the whole country; and he
was to be met at all hours, riding hith-
er and thither, engaged in a pretended
quest after the haplesS man whom he
had flung into the lake, in whose deep
bosom he was lying buried for aye.
A whole week went by and the child
less widow now sat by her home fire.
side alone her eyes red with constant
weeping, her heart heavy and sore.
She felt that she should never see him
again that her darling son was gone
from her for ever.
For time Gertrude looked pale and
sOrrowful over the loss of her lover:
but Sir Basil's daily visits at the cot
tage soon dissipated all her regrets,
and restored the roses to her cheeks
again.
Sir Basil marked the blushng smiles
with which Gertrude now ever well
coined his approach; he felt her hand
tremble in his whenever he greeted her
or babe her farewell; and he knew that
he was beloved by hcr-that that which
he had coveted. so sinned for, was at
length all his own.
But he was guarded-the creole had
cOunSelled him to be SO-and, for q
time he made no mention TO her of his
own feelings. Yet, if Sir Basil's ton
que We're silent on the subject of his
affection, certainly his eyes were not
so; and had he used all the words in
the dictionary, he could not have OK
pressed his sentiments in 4 clearer or
more forcible manner than he was do
ing now.
Gertrudes love for Roger Baldrick
had been much like that of a sister.
Roger and she had been acquainted
with one another from earliest child
hood, and Gertrude had thought she
cared for him we'll enough to become
his wife, and hence she had been prom
Used to him. But now she really-un
derStood what it was to love with all
the GarneStneSS and deyOtedneSs of her
seX-tO love as Il woman ought to love
and Gertrude was Il changed being.
She regarded Sir Basil with an abso-
lutte reverence and worship. Without
his presence the day was dark; but
when he appeared-ah! then all was
sunshine and brightness
And, under the influence of her new
ly-aWakened feelings, Gertrude's
charms seemed to expand themselves;
and, on each succeeding day, Sir Basil
noted in her some fresh beauty, some
thing new to admire.
Gertrude was no rustic maid-War-
rington erred when he called her such
she was tolerably educated, some
what accomplished, and had an innate
ly refined mind and disposition. In
fact Gertrude was thoroughly femi-
nine, and thoroughly charming as we'll,
and was quite worthy to become the
mistress of RaVenmarsh.
Time, the healer of all wounds, soon
Iessened Sir Basil Dovetree's terrors,
and, by degrees his mind seemed to be
restored to something like it's former
state Of peace.
But though the outward surface was
clear and smooth, there lay in the hid
den depths of Sir Basil Dovetree's soul
an ever-surging sea of stormy tribula-
ton and terror, which in the lone hours
of darkness often made itself sharp
ly felt.
He had many a slGepleSs night
many night of terror and despair;
but he struggled with his conscience
and to some considerable extent he
contrived to hush its keen upbraidings
His passion for Gertrude hourly in
creased; and he grew impatient to ask
her hand-that hand he had so dearly
purchased.
At this period Sir Basil commenced
making many alterations at Raven
marsh, and scores of w0rkmen were
engaged in repairing and refurnishing
the old place. The grounds underwent
a complete change, and trees were cut
down, fiOWer-beds We're planted, an
Gent terraces were swept away; and
lastly the lake was filled up, and its
waters drawn away.
The young baTOnet breathed more
freely now; for a smooth greensward
was covering the spot where his vic
tim slept, and he deemed himself thor
oughly secure; and his dropping head
raised itself, the old light returned to
his eyes, and his step was as buoyant
as of yOre.
Il am getting quite weary of this
place, BASIL" yawned the creole, one
day. Il am longing to taste the de-
lights of town again! Looking at green
trees and fields may suit some people
very well, but such prospect does not
satisfy me. Come back with me to
London, Basil"
NAY, cannot do so just at present,
Pelham. What care l for the gay me-
tropolis ?Gertrude is all the world to
me, and she is here.'
The CREOLE was silent for a few Sec
Onds. He was arranging the mode of
his proceedings; he, the spider, was
weaving his meshes more firmly about
his poor weak, fly, lettering it's limbs
and it's wings in his subtle and clinging
web.
yes, she is here, as you sayj but
when she Is yours, you will surely car
ry her up to London Warrington said,
interrogately. You'll not think longer
of burying yourself here in this gloomy
placer
II have not thought of where I shall
hn1, Z, Oh l.,