The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1897-03-20
CHAPTER MI


Mur!el has rushed into the room and
sprung between them-she scarcely knows
hoW-in her horror at the scene that is
before her of Miles, white as death, his
very likeness changed with raging pas
sion, his blue eyes glitterng with a lurid
light and Sylvester, with lvid face.
struggling to escape from the grip of
Miles hand on his shoulder. whilst the
stout rev riding whip in Miles hand
sWishcs through the air and falls again
and again ere Muriol can clutch nj the de-
scCnding hand. and Sylvester writhcs and
kicks. and curses horribly
''Whateyer he has done shouts Miles
hoarSely. holding Muricl off ana pointing
nj his stcp-brothcr, with the whip still
IN his hand. He has siaudered and Wilt
fed YOU. lie has ridiculed you. and made
light of your name amongst his low-bre,l
set, the Suttons, of BALTIMORE, And !
heard il this cvening-my sisters name
and affairs made the town talk through
that malicious scoundrel's tongue, Let me
go. Muriel. III thrash him within an inch
of his life
And he filings off her OBTAINING held
with a fierce, sudden movement. and LEAPS
at Sylvester again. clutches him in spite
Of the boys frantic struggles and shouts.
and another mcrcilcss stroke comes down.
not on Sylvcstcr's arm, but on Murel's,
as she tries to shield him.
And then sudden hush falls on the
room. for Miles is lying in an easy chair.
IN curious Understanding positions: his
handkerchief is pressed to his face with
both hands. and on the handkerchief is Il
great stain of wet blood. Muriel. seized
'
runs To her brother.
Miles, Why. Miles. darling brother.
She cries. and then tries TO pull away the
handkerchief with a shrek.
II IS six O'Clock the next morning ere
Mngicl ventures 10 leave her brother
bedside. where she has watched through
The night. The doctor has just gone. as
suriug her there IS no immediate dam
ger" and Hannah has taken her place
NuTiCl orcepS away sick. and faint. and
cid. with backward fearful clances at
peer Miles wan. >harpcned features as he
lies in deep sleep Of exhaustion, after
Ike terrible attack Of hcmorrha-e which
jGe fierce excitement Of the night before
lad brought on him.
I'm done for this time. Clarke" he
says. with 4 feeble smile, addressing the
doctor: "youu never pull! NE through
again. old fellow"
Il can't say anything decisive yet for
few days. old fellow" the doctor an
syvcrs gently. You might pull through
this time. Miles. bur You've gone down
Hill since last summer, old man. there's
no denying
The doctor goes out then. and Muriel
comes II noiSeicssly. spirit-lil.e with her
slender, aark-rohed figure. her white face
and great wiSttul eyes. and sits down by
The bedside. and lays her soft. warm
cheek to her brothers cold, c!ammy
brow.
4 sob from those pale lips answers her.
Heaven be merciful 10 me. a sinner
poor Miles O'uara says. with heartfelt
fyrvor. oh. Murgic. l wish Erie was
here! Eric IS a good man. I heard him
pray once for 4 dying soldier. Aye. pray
better than | ever heard parson pray!
| wish he was here now. He's coming in
4 week-cominc back-isn't he? That
was the bargain, wasn't it? Ny head
is so confused. send for him. he said
and then the weakened brain loses hold
Of the tangled thread OF thought alto
gether.