Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1897-10-14
Copyright. 1896. by J. B. LIppineon Col

of the shock and saved nm broken
neck: but in the nature of things he
must have suffered very grave internal
injuries But the catastrophe added
fuel to the flames Of my anxiety on
Marks account Had he escaped
through the hole in the roof? Or-I
dared not finish the sentence.
A hasty survey of the cavern some
what reassured me, and I remarked,
with satisfaction, that the hands of
Burlington were unstained save for the
patches of fungus, that his clothing
bore no evidence of committed crime,
that his features even were calm and
peaceful. Bending over his PROSTATE
body IN the sorest perpleXity I heard
a welcome football, and an instant later
Demetrius stood beside me.
"Mark?" 1 stammered. Have you
seen Mark?"
He is with his mother" he replied,
coolIy. Then he too bent down and
gazed steadily into the face of his en-
emy.
''He is not dead, Mr.. livingston"
The fellow asked no questions. He
accepted the situation with eXtraor-
binary stoicism.
He is very badly injured" I an
s5vered, curtly-'I fear fatally
'What are you going to do?" he
whispered.
DO? Why, get him out Of this-at
once"
He laid a heavy finger upon my fore
arm.
'ATr. Livingston" - his hot breath
stirred the hair upon my temples-'AIr.
Livingston, the tide is coming in"
. The diaboEcal suggestiveness of the
words palsied my tongue.
The tide is coming in,'' he repeated,
slowly, a horrid smile upon his clean
cut lips.
1t would be wise, Irefected, to ignore
his meaning.
"Yes," I returned, I'VE have not
minute to lose Take his feet, Demetri-
US. Luckily, we are strong men,"
But Demetrius folded his massive
arms and stood erect.
''Talle hold, man."
mo"
Then, with a startling change of IA
cial expression, very petard of words
exploded, thunderclap from q sullen
cloud This was his enemy, his mas
ter's enemy, whom destiny had deliv-
cred into our hands. He had been
struck down with foul murder in his
heart. He deserved to die. He should
have died at the hangman's hands
score of years ago. If we succored him
now, and i'll came of it, the blood
of the innocent would be upon our
heads.
All this and much more, with amaz-
ing fuency and vehemence. When he
had finished speaking, the plash of wa
ter mingled family with the echo of
his concluding words. a wave, the her.
aid of the incoming tide, had broken
with suIlen murmur upon the rocks out
side.
81 have heard what you say. For the
sake of your long years of faithful serv-
ice shall try to forget what has passed.
Take hold"
NO" said he, for the second time.
Hot blood flows in the veins of the
Livingstons. 1 prefer peace, as l have
said elsewhere, but my ancestors were
men of action - soldiers. What fol-
lowed must be attributed to atavism.
At any rate L pulled out my pistol and
clapped the muzzle to the head of De-
netrius.
"Take hold, you scoundrel, or, by
heaven, pull the trigger"
He looked steadily into my eyes and
obeyed. Between US, with infinite diff
ficulty, we dragged the still senseless
Burlington from the perilous cave, and
thence to place of safety. Here, per-
picked and perspiring, we rested.
''There is not another house within
two miles," said I. 1--WE cannot take
him home. Demetrius, I'll stay here,
while you"
'Miss Gerard is coming, sir"
We were close to the cottage, not 300
yards at most from the ver2nda; but