The Black Hills union. [volume] (Rapid City, Pennington County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1889-1904, 1896-06-19
Isora's Bridal Vow.
BIZ RLOUNT.
CHAPTER II1-CoNT1NuED.

CHAPTER U1-CoNTINUED.
"You didn't keep your promise
about the mail, my good fellow, and
poor Willie Pendykes had to End a
substitute for himself" he said, with
q sneering smile.
John Allwynne started and looked
a%nxiousiy at the letters.
II forgot. But / will remember
another day. What am l talking Of?
l must see that man, Sir Laurence,
at once. Has he left the hall?
II cannot say. Be good enough to
touch the bell and ask for yourself
The steward obeyed. The servant
who answered the bell said that the
temporary postman was waiting in
the kitchen for a few moments, and
that he would send him up to the
morning oom at once.
If he will wait" replied the steward,
looking n%ervously at Sir Lawrence.
The barouet only laughed and
shrugged his shoulders after the
servant had withdrawn.
'Are you really going to deliver
the letters, AllwYnne. Pshaw, man!
That will never do. I forbid it. The
steward of Winstead hall tramping
about the country with a post-bag
on his back' Oh, that would never
do!'
81 only wish to speak to the man."
was the stewards reply.
Sir Laurence laughed again.
care you going to the cottage
now?" asked John Allwynne.
'ln five minutes time"
'Say nothing of-of him; at least
no more than you can help"
"Not ]. The subject is not so
pleasant a one that / wish to dwell
upon it. I am willing, for one, to
drop 1t, o and forever. if you
wish"
II do" said the steward with sud-
den energy. Il wish I could never
hear his name, or think of him again
while live"
"Amen to that wish as far as I am
concerned" replied the baronet
Sat all events you will not be likely
to be troubled by the sight of him
very soon-eh, Allwynne." And
with a low laugh Sir Laurence took
up his hat. gloves and cane and
turned toward the door.
The steward looked after him as
he sauntered down the broad avenue.
you ~ q proud man, and a bad
man. Sir laurence" he muttered to
himself; ''but If you dare. with all
your rank and riches-if you dare
harm n hair of her innocent head,
you will u the day you did it, if l
am living to hear the tale" And
shaking his clenched fist toward the
~retreating figure, he, too, left the
room.
Tho postman, stupid by nature,
m unconscious of the Importance
Of his duties, was easily persuaded
to let SO great a man as John ALI
wynno had grown to be, look over
the mail Tag he bore. in quest of a
letter which had been sent by Sir
Laurence to his town agent that
morning by mistake.
Mr.. Allwynne took the bag to 8
distant window and looked over its
contents, while the man drank his
health in a horn of ale he had or.
dered n OF the servants to bring
for the purpose.
..lIave'e a found it, Master ALL
wynne" said the postman. rising, al
he brought the bag back again.
The steward slipped bag and key
together into his hand, and put {
thick letter, with q white envelope
into the breast pocket of his owl
coat.
"Yes. thank you, Ned Jones,
have found it, and glad enough Sil
Laurence will be, for he has sent ii
q wrong direction about some OF tn.
marble mantle pieces in his new
town house. I am much obliged fol
this-very, Ned. Ard you ought {;
be on your way in half an hour
time more, or you will be late at tn,
Office"
So saying the steward left TIL,
kitchen and retreated to his room
where, By his own desk, III his owl
special easy chair, he read Sir Lau