The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1899-11-15
'CSpyrisht by Robert Bonner , Sons,
CHAPTER XXTI.
DID SIZE succEEp2

DID SHE SUCCEED?
Al III O'Clock OF the night that sr,z
ana Carlos Monteri had their las, in.
'erylew, n dark-robed figure stole aout
or the side door of Rayeusmere and
Stealthtiy made its way out of the
round to the little-used road LEADING
past the old haunted house.
AS the moon ans out from behind
u cloud for an instant, it revealed the
iaet that the figure was that IF n
oMa After getting beyond sight
Vi any II who might be near the
round she fastened her steps. never.
pansin9 until she came up to the old
building that contained the Girl. of
All others, that she wished out of Tho
way, and the man by whose death she
meant to profit.
AS She neared the old, broken
Gown porch, she took Il small can from
= beneath n dark cloakrwhich concealed
her hgure, and poured IL liquid on the
Wofm-eaten steps aud also on the ionb
of the door. ~
haNlh9 done that, she took several
hl"tchcs from her pocket and pro
cseoea to hight one. She then lighted
II end OF something she had in her
ahd placing the unlightel end on the
step. No
Hastily she made her way back. al
most flying over the ground, never
Pausing until she reached Rayensmere
md let herself into the house hy thc
same door she had used rs an cyit.
When she reached her own room. she
nastened to the window, and for tba
JISt glnnn a1,n lck - ~
eyes II" II direction of The haunted
house.
trees?
Yes. Although the woodland OBJ.
*tructed her view, she could see a light
Ill the distance.
An, II 1t only proves successfully
sue mnrmurcd. 'I'd have nothing
more TO fear then. Time will tell. [
must wait patiently until morning."
Nervous from excitement, she threw
nerself down on her couch, with her
lace turned TO the window, TINT she
might see if the light increased.
YES, she murmured triumphantlv,
IT Is getting brighter. Something
tells me that tomorrow morning
Carlos Monteri aud Brcta Danton will
DC no more. Then I'll triumph.
n~aVensinero will be mine when old
Heraid Danton steps out. and there
VIII DO no ono TO dispute my right. [
never felt safe while Carlos Monteri
was III the land of the living, for he
hau sworn to have revenge on me,
Rnu sooner or later. he would have
Kept his oath. But now, by this
time, hope he has passed in his
checks
And calmly, rs if she had no crimes
to answer for, she closed her eyes and
fell into II deep sleep.
by Jove." exclaimed Cecil Doui.
phan. "NWhat does that mean. I Won
der! Out ut this hour Of the nipht
,mna creeping into the house like q cat.
where has she been? It's too late TO
lind out now. If j had only seen her
when she went ou, I would have fol-
lowed her. I'm not half q detective
TO let this important4event slip my so
tico, but in future I'll keep my eyes
open a little wider. / dare say she has
has been out to meet that fellow. I
wonder what he is to her. Oh, we'll,
that remains to be found out" as,
with a yawn, lie threw away the re-
mains of his cigaT and turned in.
The following morning he was sur
prIsed to hear from one of the servants
that the butcher, who had come by the
haunted house THAT morning, declared.
that nothing remained but q ruined
mass. 1t must have burned down dur
ing the night. Was it intuition or!
what that made his thoughts turn to
his uncle's granddaughter? Was there
a connecting link between that burned
house, which he had seen tho so-called
George Bertram enter, and Breta Dan
ton, his cousin?
No one, however, affected more sur
prise, when he told her that the old
place had been burned.
"What does it matter" she said.
''since no one resided there? I dare
say the ghost that haunted it set it on
fire." with a laugh.
More likely some live ghost, who
had an object in wishing it hnrned,"
he said, watching her keenls.
But he gained nothing from her ex-
preston, which remained perfectly
passive. y
However, she lost no time in get
ting to the village, to make what in
guiries she could concerning the fire.
Surely some one must have seen it
while it was in progress. So, form
ing an excuse of some small articles
needed, she lrove the pony phaeton-
apresent from her grandfather--into
the village.
"Have they escaped?" she asked
I. herself. eff so, will Carlos Monteri
attach the blame to me? Will he sus-
pect that / was the one to set the
house on fire."
And her common sense told her
that he would. But, she told herself,
he could not prove that it vas she,
even il he had escaped, which she
Adoubted.
Eat all risks, it is worth a trial."
h murmured; "and it is killing two
birds With one stone"
CHAPTER XIII.
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