The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1897-07-24

the momen; every feeling was ban.
'shea save that of pity; bu, how To- cx.
irscHir him passed my understanding.
lie lay scnsc!cSs upon his back. The
trapczius muscles had borne the biunt
q; the shock and saved him n broken
rcck. hut in the nature o: things he
mus, have suffered very grave internal
injuries But the catastrophe added
fuel 10 the flames OF my anxiety on
Marks account. Had he escaped
through the hole in the roof" Or-l
dared not finish the sentence.
y hasiy surrey OF the cavern some
what treasured me, aud remarked,
with satisfaction. tina, the hands %.
burlington were unstaincd save for the
patches of fungus. that Ills clothing
bore no evidence OF committed crime.
That his features even were calm and
peaceful. Bending over his PROSTATE
body in the Sorcst pcrplcNity l heard
welcome football, and an instant later
Demctrius stood beside ne.
MARK? ." | s'ammcrcd. Have you
seen Mark"
He is with his mother" he replied.
coolly. Then he too bent down and
Gazcd steadily into the face of his en-
envy.
lie is not dead, Mr.. Livingstone"
The fellow asked no questions. lie
accepted the situation with cNtraor-
binary stoicism.
lie is very badly injured" I an
severed, cur,ly-"l fear fatally"
What are YOU going to do?" he
whispered.
"Dn" Why, get him on, of this-at
once"
He laid II heavy finger upon my fore
arm.
mir. Livingston" - his hot breath
stirred the HAIR upon my trmplrs-"Mr.
Livingston. the tide is coming in."
The diabolical suggcstivcncss of the
words palsicd my tongue.
THE tide is coming in," he repeated,
slowly, II horrid smile upon his cleun-
cut lips.
1t would be wise, reflected, to ignore
his meaning.
eyes, | returned, "wc have not Il
minute to lose Take his feet. Dcmctri-
us. Luckily, we are strong men,"
But Dcmctrius folded his massive
arms and stood erect.
"Tallc hold man."
NO"
Thcl, with II startling change of ia
cial expression, very pctard of words
exploded IL thundcrclap from n sulrn
cloud. This was his enemy, his mas
tcr's enemy. whom destiny had deliv-
cred into our hands. lie had been
struck down with foul murder in his
heart. He deserved to die. lie should
have died at the hangmnns hands IL
score Of years ago. IL VIC succorcd him
now. and i'll came of it, the blood
OF tho innocent would hc upon our
hcnds.
ALI this and much more, with nmnz-
ing tl,'cncy and vrhcmcnre. When ho
had finished speaking, the pnsh of WA
ter mingled family With the echo OF
his concluding words. A wave, The her
aid of the incoming tide had broken
with sulcn mmrmur upon the rocks out
side.
81 have heard what you say. For the
sake of your long years of faithful scrv-
ice shall try to forget what has puascd.
Take hold"
NO" said he. for the second time.
Hot blood flows in the veins of the
Livingstons. | prefer pence, MS | bnvc
snid elsewhere, but my ancestors were
men of action soldiers. Whit fol-
lowed must be attributed to atnvism.
At any rnte ! pulled out my pisto oil and
clnppcd the m,iZzle to the head OF De-
mctr,ls.
"rnkc hold, you scoundrcI. or. by
heaven. pull the trigger"
lie looked steadily into my eyes and
obeycd. Between us, with infinite diff
ficnlty, we dragged the still sclsclcss
Burlington from the pcrilous cave, and
thence to place Of safety. Here. per-
picked and perspiring, we rested
"Therc is not another house within
two miles," snid L. Eve cannot take
him home. Mn,ctrus. I'll stay here,
while YOU"
Miss Gerard is coming, sir"
We were close to the cottage, not 300
yards at most from the vcrnndn; but