Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1898-03-31
CHAPTER XXX.


"Why is it all shut up and dark
ened! And there is not n soul to be
seen! Usually we sit out on the pore
ut this hour said the captain. imps
tiently springing upon the door-sill an
sharply ringing the bell.
Twice or thrice he rung it before it
was answered. At length the door
was opened. and Mandy appeared with
single candle and scared visage.
The hall was all N darkness, except
for that one candle.
How do, Mandy? All well? Why
are you in the dark? Where is your
young master and mistress? Sitting
at some back window, suppose, gaz-
ing at the moon. Show us into the
drawing room. and let them know
am here" said the captain, hurrying
question upon question, and. without
waiting for them to be answered,
heaping order upon order.
But Mandy stood gazing upon him
in bewilderment and great sorrow.
well! why the devil u was going
to say don't you go?"
| Oh, MarSe! oh, my poor. dear ole
Marse! l go call Miss Hitable" cried
Mandy. rushing away with a perfect
howl of distress.
Now what the demon Il was going
to say is the meaning of all this?
Madame. let me lead you to the draw
ing room. There will be lights in a
moment, suppose. We have no gas
in these remote regions. or l should
soon have an illumination" said the
old man, as he respectfully conducted
the lady into the saloon and guided
her through the darkness to a sofa.
Seat yourself, Madame, and 1 Will
go and see if can find any one. These
lovers. you know, are incoming some
where or other, and our sudden arriy-
al has frightened that negro girl out Of
her wits. She is but a rustic ex-
planned the captain, as he felt about
| among the cushions, and arranged
them comfortably for the guests re-
| pose.
Captain, captain, for the love of
heaven, come away with me some
where. I have something to say to
you privately" urged the major.
Presently, presently, my good
friend: must see to the comfort of my
| visitors first"
Captain. for heavens sake
"Now. don't be irritable! 1t is all
| 11Ou luc CACClS VI luC SO1I CldDS, tdEAC
care you don't indulge in them again
soon"'
ooh, heaven! it is you who will not
hear reason! 1t is you who will not
take advice! 1t is you who will pull
down an avalanche upon your own
head. that might otherwise be broken
in it's descent! And before strangers,
too! Heaven help YOU" cried the ma
| iOr i'm q voice of an0uiSh
"What the devil Il was going to say
do you mean? What business can you
have with me that cannot wait until l
have made my guests comfortable and
embraced my little Daney"
Il will tell you if you will come with
me into the library" urged the dis
tressed little Irishman.
''TO the demon with you for stur-
dy beggar Il was going to say0 can
you comprehend that 1 cannot leave
Madame De Glacie until l have pre-
sented her daughter and son-in-law to
her? Yes! that is the relationship. if
you must know! You are aware that
I always said that my little Daney be-
longed to some noble French family,
and so it has turned out! There, now,
that is the reason why 1 cannot go
with you to talk politics-or whatever
it is! l must wait here to present my
little Daney to her mamma. And, by
the way, where is my little Daney,
and why the deuce don't she Gomez
said the captain, in goOd-humored im-
| patience.
ooh. heaven! she will never come
again. burst in desperation from the
lips Of the major.
'EI. WHAT? exclaimed the old man
but before he could answer another
word. the door was burst open. and
Mandy appeared with red and far
ing lamp. that filled the rooms with Il
murky light, followed by Miss Hit
who. rushing past every one else, ran
and threw herself upon the captain
shaking with agitation, and crying out
with anguish:
"Oh. captain! captain! OH my poor
dear old friend-'
"Why-what's the matter?' gasped
: the old man, now alarmed for the frs
time. and trying to stand up against
the mountain Of Miss Hits weight.
"Oh, Daney! Daney"
"Where is Daney? What about Da
ney? Is she ill?' cried the captain
growing suddenly pale in the red glare
ooh, she is dead. dead! oh. mur
dered, my dear acptain. murdered"
Murdered? NO." walled the pool
old man, in a voice perfectly indescrib
able in it's blended expression of con
sternation, wonder, horror and ex
IRENE anguish.
Yes. yes! yes! murdered in he
bedchamber, and dragged away ant
cast into the sea-"
mo! l say NO! it cannot. it shall
not be true! Where is her husband
Where is Fulke Greville!'
,,"Oh, it was himself that did it. !
has been brought home to his door
He has been, committed to prison It
await hisFrMT
mo. Say no.. it is US false as L.