The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1896-04-03

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and dimpled cheeks. with BIG, softs
beamlRg, tender blue eyes: O. sweet
face face TINT glowed with woman.
" truth; q face, the sight Of which
made his blood flow faster and his
fingerends tingle, and made him re-
member that he was o man. He might
have admired dozen Lady Evelynes,
and passed them coldly by, but Lucy's
face had the magic charm Of hot and
budding womanh00d upon him, as he
traced, line by line, the familiar face,
he blessed the stars that had sent
such IN angel across his path.
On sudden, he came to think TINT
he did not remember how or where
he had first met her, and the fierce
effort Of recollection had become a
source OF fatigue to him. He passed
day or two In this state Of perplex-
Ing doubt, and as he did not know
where to commence, the picture that
formed itself before his eyes was al.
ways vague and shapeless.
Then desire, sharp and strong, as.
serted itself. He wanted to see Lucy:
he wanted to read the secret of his
past In her eyes; he wanted Lucy her
self to furnish the key that would un-
lock the mysterious shrine.
He was not aware TINT Lucy
was in the house. On the
very morning Of the div
on which the Machines completed the
actual labor Of their fiendish task, Sir
William Cuthbertson paid visit to
The Nest.
Tie surgeon was vastly pleased with
the progress his patient had made, and
replied to the latter's insistent PRAYER
for renewed communication with the
outer world with a reassuring smile.
All IN good time, my lord" the med
leo said. I'VE must be sure to be able
to walk before being allowed to rum"
But think Of it, Sir William" the
young man whimpered, 'Ive been
here a month without seeing even
Miss Maclane"
'Do you really wish to see Miss Mac
lane" the surgeon asked. "Would 1t
content you to see Miss Maclane?"
Young Cleve drew up his eyebrows,
as II III amazement at the question.
DO I really wish to see Miss Mac
lane?' he repeated. "Why. Sir Will
lam, If you had been left like myself.
without speaking to a soul, don't you
think it would please you to speak to
anything in the world to serve you"'
wiser demonstrated. "This will never
do. We are getting enthusiastic, and
we are not strong enough for that kind
of thing yet. SLOW and sure must be
our MOTTO"
Don't you think you're little too
cautious, Sir William! Herbert plead
ed. His eyes frightened and he looked
the old gentleman in the face. do
send to London for Miss Maclane," he
continued. 81 should be so pleased IL
you would"
'Well," replied the surgeon, ''since
we are SO very obstinate on this point,
science, suppose, will have to over
step the bounds Of caution and to be
unusually lenient. Now, If you can
get yourself to imagine that Miss Mac
lane is living with you at this very
moment, in this very house-to mag
inc only, mind you-just at the other
side Of this door, for instance, and IL
you think you can accustom your mind
to this imagined state Of things for
whole day, l may send Miss Maclane
to you this evening, and may allow
you, If the night is fine, to have
walk with her in the garden"
The young earl grasped both Sir
Williams hands and shook them
heartily.
thank you, Sir William" he ex-
claimed, thank you!"
The rest of that day was one long
stretch Of expectent excitement to
him. He was 10 see Lucy. The
thought brought back the vigor of his
early love, and banished every flicker
ing breath of his affection for Lady
Evelyne. Lucy stood before his minds
eye, and as he was sitting by his open
window in the cool and breezy sum-
mer evening, with his gaze fixed on
the cascades of greenery on the old
wall opposite, that homely background
changed to a giant rock reaching sky
wards hundreds of yards, with the
blue of the heavens cleaning above.
A single rude log hut nestled against.
the side of the rock. and q primitive
road ,overgrown with moss and weeds,
ran in front Of it.
He was there. He remembered that
very we'll. He was dressed in the
buckskin hunting shirt. and the fringe
edged buckskin trousers of the front
iersman; q broad brimmed felt hat
shaded his bronzed face; his feet were
encased in moccasins, and he sat on a
horse that was caparisoned with a
Mexican saddle and trappings
Go Be Continued)
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