The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-06-06

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yes said Devereux, grimly. There
was no other way. He would not have
hesitated to take my life. 1 have but
taken his liberty"
Mallory burst into a storm of execra-
tions Joan shrank away, trembling now
in every limb The little scene had COM
pletely unnerVed her
Hold your tongue" said Devereux, EN-
phasizing his words with a kick. "Have
you forgotten she is woman, you
hound?' Then he drew Joan without the
cave. 'You must come now" he said.
you cannot stay here"
"Ah but to leave him like this, 1t is
brutal" she sobbed. He may starve
here
mo fear of that will send messen-
gers tomorrow. nights fast will DO
him no harm. STILL If you wish to re-
main"
Joan was silent. It was evident the
struggle in her mind was long and fierce,
but at last she looked up. Her face was
drawn and pale, but the fire of courage
was burning in her eyes. This was no
time for tears.
THE storm has abateds and just below
us on the shingle there is a boat" she
whispered The sea is still very rough,
but something must be risked! You are
tired exhausted. l know, but"
Not too tired to make a struggle for my
life" he said, gently, but what about
your"
Il go also" she responded, with sob
Just breaking the words. There is no
place for me nowhere"
Silently hand in hand, like culprits flee
h IL
their way carefully down the uneven slope
which led to the beach below. Every yes
tige of the fog had cleared away, and over
head the moon, sailing through the storm
tossed sky, sent her clear beams across
the rocky coast and waste of foaming wa
tiers.
Neither spoke a word. Discovery meant
death, and were they not facing a peril
almost equal? Surely the chances were
ten to one that this frail boat could live
on such a sea. Well, better death in the
painless waters that death at the cruel
hands of men.
Help me to push her off" whispered
Joan, as they reached the boat, which the
receding tide had left high and dry on the
shinsle. should we get a good start. we
are out of danger. The other boats are all
half a mile away, and if you can row.
we shall soon be beyond pursuit. 1 will
take an oar also
The boat grated on the shingle. A fine
line of foam Tapped up about them, the
spray was coming up into Devereux's face.
Courage" he said, gaily his natural
| buoyancy already asserting itself. I'VE
shall live to fight another day, joan"
Joan looked behind her. An exclamation
OF terror broke from her lips.
IT'S all over" she said. wringing her
| hands in an agony of terror and despair
I'VE are discovered. Bathurst has seen
usr'
Devereux wheeled round The figure of
| a man was seen running with the sDeed
| Of hare down the little declivity which
| led from the cave. Scarcely a hundred
| yards separated him from them, and his
| voice, raised in a threatening shout, came
| to their ears above the moaning of the
| wind
In with your muttered Deveroux. sti-
| fling an oath between his teeth. I'VE will
| battle him yet"
He pushed off from the shore. while I'M
der his long, powerful strokes the boat
/ plowed CALAMITY through the troubled
/ sea. The spray dashed over them like
| clouds of smoke, beneath the bows the
water was gurgling and kissing in impo-
| tent wrath. A few more yards and they
| would be IN comparative safety. Great
drops of perspiration stood out on Deve-
| reuX's brow. He had by no means recov-
| cred from the effects of his recent INNER
| sion. Joan sat crouched in the stern:
there was no third oar. and in his haste
! DeVcrcuX had seized the two ayaila BILE
ones. They could not change now. all
though possibly, her weight might have
| told more than his. for she was strong
and hardy and accustomed to the heavy
sea oars, which he welded with some diff
| hculty.
Bathurst reached the shore: baffled but
| undaunted still, he raised his gun to his
shoulder and took steady aim There was
| a quick report a whistle Joan uttered
| little moan and sank helpless forward
Row on, row on" she said family. ut
| Is nothing: just a little wound, that Is all
| You can do nothing for me here"
| DevereuN sick with horror. ceased row.
| ing. but a cursory examination proved
nothing TO his Inexperienced eyes. She
was wounded IN the chest, but Il might be
| the hurt was slight.
1T IL nothing" she reiterated moth
Ing; row on 20 safety II we can reach
| Bardet we are safe"
DevereuX obeyod Perhaps she was right
| He could not help her out on the open sea
n there was bleeding az an Il must be
| inwardly.
Slowly the time passed on. Joan spoke
| little, but always cncouraginr.y. The
wildness Of the water was abatng Dev.
oreux, though worn out and weary. could
| suil hold on his way.
| And then just as the frst pale CLEANS OF
| sunlight frightened the eastern heavens
| and through the misty shadows Bardet
| could hc seen. nesting peacefully on the
| indentcd coast. Joan Mallory gave "A long
| shuddering sigh. Dovcreux rested pnon
his oars, gazing at her anxlously.
| "Can / dc nothing for your" he asked
4 with "a break IN his strong voice.
II feel 80 faint and-and-w ia the
mattcrf was never like this before"