The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-02-09

you, my bonny girl; do you come again
and see me. Go now-but come again."
he repeated.
with sudden impulse, savage for all
its friendliness, he drew the young wife
close to his breast. and bent his shaggy
head to kiss her on her forehead.
Mays daughter" he sighed to him
self. Mine that should have been"
GOT, he then Numbered. Go! and
meyer neHr let me me, see you again, or, God
He flung himself into his waited hut,
dragging the dog with him, and groan-
ing or rather bowling like a wild beast
ly through the narrow path by which
they had come, and in due time found
themselves on the outside of the wood,
safe from their perilous adventure
Conjecture was exhausted in vain. Who
could he be? He was some one who knew
their old home and their respective fami-
lies, but who was he? Neither Herbert
nor Marjorie remembered hearing any one
answering to his description who had left
summer Leas; but he must have been
there at one time; and he must have
been familiar with the place and peo-
pie. 1t was a strange tangle and a ter
rifying mystery, but they could not get
to the bottom of 1t; for they dared not
write to their belongings-at least not
just yet. In time that, too, must come
Meanwhile they must lie low, as they
had done since their marriage, and carry
this mystery as quietly as they bore their
own secret.
One day next week the strange, rough
gnome than a human being, came into
the village. wandering round and about
the houses, searching for the young peo-
pie. The big dog, cat-footed, walked de-
murely at his heels Nays daughter
who should have been his, and that young
cur the hated brothers son! How could
he revenge himself anew? Wild thoughts
of taking the girl and carrying her off to
some place unknown and undiscoverable,
possessed him. He had caressed these
thoughts for all these days and hours
since he had seen those two before his
hut 1t would be the best return he could
make. The young husband, his brothers
been done himself by the help and con-
nivance of that brother. He would take
her-and no one should ever find her
Ching to die he would kill her, that she
should not be left alone.
Suddenly, thinking all this, he met the
two walking out as usual-for what Eng
lish boy and girl do not walk when they
can? The Hermit had a sack of potatoes
on his barrow as the ostensible reason
why he had come into the town"
"Oh! there you are!' he said gruff1y.
nuts?"
That's a iier' Numbered the Hermit.
81 said you were not to come if you did
not want to be torn limb from limb but
she-I want her. She is different"
She is my wife, and where she goes l
go" said Herbert boldly.
Inc unduuldn raised MS mana.
IF / strike l KILL, he said in his thun-
dering voice.
Nay. you don't harm him, if I have
word to say put in a mans rough voice.
as Joe Stanley, the blacksmith, one of
the biggest men of the place, the strong
est and most reSolute, came lounging from
the ale house, on his way to the smithy
one or two other men, attracted by the
lound voices, Joined in till they made
small crowd standing round the Hermit
and his dog, now alert and threatening
that dog which they all regarded as in
certain sense the wild mans familiar
granting that he was man born of woman
after their own pattern, at all; which was
doubtful.
Strong as he was, the Hermit saw that
he was overmatched. For all the pas
Sionate power of madness to lend a still
greater force to his own Stalwart muscle
for all the untamed brute's ferocity
when set upon victim-he was no match
for the five brawny men who had gathered
round. But defeat was worse than mad
ness TO him, and in struggle at least he
would pay off some of the debt accruing
With an oath he turned against the black
Marjorie stepped between them, her sweet
face raised to the dark and lowering coun-
tenance of the Hermit, and her hands
laid softly on his arms.
For my sake" she said do not
strike, for my sake"
The fire died out of those burning eyes
The pallor of mortal hate and rage gave
place to a flush that was at the least hui
man. The murderer's paroXysm passed
and like some legendary knight possess
ed by a demon, now exercised by an un-i