The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1898-04-16
the pangs Of Jealousy, and he was glad

the pangs Of Jealousy, and he was glad
that Edgar was dead-or dying.
He ventured to plead with Lady Inch |
cape for a sight of the sick girl, shat he |
might examine her medically" but
earned for himself one Of my lady's |
naughty refhsals, and had to content
himself with ,compounding and sending
Viva a medicine for feverish cold, and
retiring to his own business with raging
spirit.
Another day passed; another night
fell, This storm was succeeded by q
perfect calm. This night the fisher peo-
pie all went to rest, for there was no
longer any hope of recovering Edgar's
body. Sircombe had sent an account of
the accident to the authorities on the
mainland, with brief and obscure ac-
count Of the attending circumstances;
but Kenmore had not been one Of the
crew who manned the boat.
Kenmore had not slept, had scarcely
broken bread since the catastrophe; for
his heart was breaking over Viva And
now that suspicion of Sircombes had
come to haunt him, he wandered from
the tower to the shore, round and round
the cliff paths: into every Granny and
copse, like a restless wrath; pursued by
phantoms
About two o'clock of the night he flung
himself down by trickling ril to rest
and drink. The water oozed from
cleft in the cliff, pure and sparkling from
the living spring sealed up in the coo
heart of the rock The place was close
down by the sea beach which hero
formed natural haven, small but Sc
cure. The wide Atlantic stretched be-
fore the little bay;-it was solitary
spot, wild and mysterious.
The summer sky was white and silyery
with broad moon; Kenmore could see
objects far and near, with those keen,
practiced eyes, as if it were MONDAY.
As he sat, too weary and sorrowful to
think any more, with his back braced
against the rock, he heard a loDg-drawn,
quivering sigh at his very ear.
There was no terror in his mind as he
looked round, and then stood up to see
better, for there was so much human
distress in that sigh that his instant i'm
pulse was to help the sufferer.
But no mortal was visible.
Great horror fell upon old Kenmore.
His heart melted like wax within him,
his knees knocked together, the ha.r OF
his head stood up
He t.ougit that he was in the pres
ence of q spirit-the spirit OF drowned
Edgar had come back to haunt him for
the simple hate he had borne him while
he was alive.
The devout Highlander most certainly
believed in ghosts; had he been asked by
q modern skeptic II he believed IN the
supernatural, he would have said, lifting
his bonnet reverently: @Weel, hope
sae!"
He now fell on his knees and called on
| God to deliver him, in tones that echoed
| far and wide through the rocks. An
| answer was instantly vouchsafed, but
an answer that perfectly COMPOUNDED
| him.
aKenmore! Kenmore! am close beside
| you-behind the rocki" called human
voice, wild with joy. "Help me, cant
get out!"
The old man leaped to his feet, and
with hands clasped and eyes starting
| from their sockets, glared at the un
broken face of the cliff: terror, doubt
and 10y chasing each other through b {
brain.
aOn, Captain Edgar. ye're live mar
vet, the Lord be thanked" shouted he
abut de'il's in it, Gamma see vel"
sWait q minute, old friend!" said The
voice more family, and Kenmore knew
that the revulsion of feeling had over
come the young man, and he had hare
ado to keep from bursting into tear
himself.
"Oh, Captain, where come ye frae, on
ly tell me that?" said he bewilderediy.
sNever mind now only get me out o
this living grave before go mad" salt
Edgar, in great excitement Il hav
wandered in the bowels of the rock
how long, Kenmore?"
sTwa nights an q day!" said Ken
more. who was peering all up and dow
the blank face of the rock in the val
search for an aperture. slow am l t
get at We, sir?" shouted he in despera
ton.
.ook at the foot of the rock where tn
water trickles through" came the an
swer. @you must begin work here.
Kenmore saw pale hand creep on
with the water pouring over 1t.
He grasped it with cry Of Joy an
grief, for it was cruelty lacerated by II
vain efforts to tear down the fiinty wal
aThank God, I've got hold of kindl
human hand once more, for / though
my day was DONE" said Edgar, clingin
niteously to him. "Now, brave oil
friend, off with you for help, and get m
out"
sFaithl / can hardly let go fye. sir.
!, said Kenmore, huskily. "We've mourn
! ed We as drowned so bitterly"
@Drownedl" echoed Edgar, amazed,
"did not Mr. Sircombe-drowned! M
God!"
There was q brief but pregnant s
; lence; Kenmore was strafning his ca
u for more, all his suspicious of Sircoml
, on the alert; Edgar's very blood ra
cold as it, for the first time, flashed upe
him that Sircombe had played him falls
3 ~Who said was drowned?" cried h
aNaebody limited at anything else
y said Kenmore, significantly.
aKenmore, want yon to get me Of
of this without rousing SOUL" sa
: Edgar.
SThat will /, sir. But I hope Il
!, ladies can be told that you are safe"
: @BIess your loyal heart: But dor
tempt me, my fine fellow you lit
know-there, off with You for your pic
!, and get me out; that's the first duty.
Kenmore strobe away without furth
parley; and was back in an incredib
"a short time with bag Of tools from
= own shed; also basket OF food al
good Highland whisky
Then he went to work; and. after |
= hours industry with chisel and mall
y he had broken through an aperture wi
- enough to allow Edgar to escape frt
# his living tomb.