The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1898-03-12
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THE CRAVE;
The Secret Of DunraYen
Castle.
BY ANNIE ASHMORE,
Author Of Faithful Margaret" ETC.. Eft
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CHAPTER v.-1Coni,nned.l.


and looking down upon him with two
flashing, incredulous eyes.
+ Up to this, Edgar had listened as to
an Idle colloquy. for the mere delight Of
hearing Ulva's voice, but now more
personal interest chained him to the
spot. What lover could withstand the
temptation OF hearing his lady speak
about him who ignorant Of his prox-
Unity?
\ And by the dawning rose in her cheek
and the keener gaze Of the old man, he
knew his name was coming.
+ "Thcre was but one life especially In
danger-and it was not who saved 1t
1t was my lady's will that sent mo three
times down after h,m-and 1t was my
lady's ain proud hands that pulled him
from the wave"
aHush!" whispered diva, blushing
scarlet, and darting uneasy glances
around; while Edgar turned cold and
faint meath tho shock of delight-for
this he had not heard till now.
y "Who said that?" demanded Viva,
defantly; certainly you were in no
condition to know what happened; poor
fellow, you did your duty like bravo
man then, and won't believe you regret
1t now"
"Weel, then, Mr.. Sircombe said it,"
Ulva looked astonished; then dis
missed the point as trivial, and attacked
the main one.
"And is it Mr.. Edgar you are warning
me against?"
"'Deed 1t is, Lady Oolava; and an Ill
day for Dunravcn when the soft and
supple Lowlander won in"
@kenmore, you are wicked. What
possible harm could he or any other
stranger" (Oh, UlvaD "do to my fathers
daughter?"
"When the day comes. the deed will
be done. Twas your ain hand laid it
upon him as his weird. He will never
die Until he has paid ye for his life with
woe and wrong. All, lady, ye banch
ON falter-listen, there may yet be time
to turn the doom aside, Ii ye wad speak
the word"
Viva was silent, however Edgar saw
that her sweet face was wan and
troubled.
@One word" urged Kenmore, eagerly,
'aand the Englishman will be on the
main land before this sun goes DOWN."
"Nonsensel" exclaimed Viva, indig-
nantly. ais Lord Inchcape's daughter
to drive forth guest from her fathers
to barbarous superstition?"
"Ohone. woo worth the day!" lamented
Kenmore, @the giamour's upon you al
ready. he's cast his spell over you, you've
taken that first step on that fatal road
when your maiden heart goes out to him
In pity"
: "Silcnce!" cried Viva imperiously,
pride and shame crimsoning her cheeks
I'D 40 Ohfnn from har avac avon 0yar-
step respect; I permit no such liberty.
She descended the messy steps, waiv-
ing him out OF her path with royal
gesture, but he still stood before her
with clasped hands and beseeching face.
"Oh, my bonny mistress, whom have
borne in my arms BARN, it's not In
heart so leal to you to let you pass on
unwarned to woful love 1t was his
like that brought the curse on Inchcape,
and parted-God forgive me, am l mad
TO come over it to her? Mind you this,
Lady Oolava: Hearts as proud and
pure as your own have been made a
summer toy by comedy Englishmen, and
flung under the heel when tired Of. And
I warn you'll warn you-as sure o.
death I'll do it-upon that day wher
Captain Edgar puts forth his hand *
take your heart, Highland dirk vii
find sheath in his own II all England
should cry murder!"
:. Kenmore spoke quietly, but with {
fierce menace in his manner; but the
lady did not finch Her form lowered
haughtily, her fine nostriis quivered
her dark eyes shot forth wrathful light
nings.
} sand I warn you, Kenmore, thst i
you over again betray sign OF thi:
brutal superstition-or NEEDLE with thu
guest who Is under this roof-if he were
Satan himself-I shall Danish you from
nv presence, and never look upon YOU
face again. Having thus passed judg
ment, she swept past him with incom
parable dignity, and left the garden.
s Kenmore gazed sadly after her.
aAh, ay!" murmured he, with plant
I've lengthening of the word. @there yt
gang. proud an disdain.ul as queen
but it's maiden's heart ye carry II
your bonny breast, an maldens' hearts
can aye be won an broken. Ohone
Ohone back fall the day when steeret
the Cursed Guest to Sleat-na- Vrecken!'
y Edgar sank down in his place with hi
head between his hands. A tumult O
thoughts whirled through his brain
pain-hope-and newborn dread OF TIT
future.
Tapped in luxurious weakness since
his conyalescence began, he had dom
nothing but think Of her and let hi
heart drift on to alteration, unchecked
by one doubt. Now conscience pricket
him and babe him consider to what mis-
ery-he might bind her future, should ht
gain the prayer Of his heart and awake
her love A gulf Of unknown depti
separated him from Lord lnchcape'.
daughter; the secret which had spoiled
Lord Inchcape's life, parted him from
his wife, and sent Ulva to share her ex
ile-this was the gulf that divided them
and until he had fathomed it he had nj
right in honor to lay one thought OF low
at her feet True, he might nevel
awake her heart; still he knew that o.
sure as he permitted his own to 60 GU
irrevocably to her, he could never keel
out Of her life until he had fought hi
best to win her.
II must fly from this place. groanet
he in sudden anguish; at is not only m.
peace that risk--it might be hers.
And then q great food OF passion