The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-04-23

The passion in his words frightened Nan.
She retreated hastily.
Eyes, I am sorry" she answered. Can l
get you anything? Won't you come into the
drawing room? Your horse"
He stopped her again.
"Ill look after the horse See, the moon
has quite disappeared now, but she's behind
the clouds all the time. How dark it is with
out her! I wish"
"Will you excuse me, please? 1 want to
light the lamp said Nan, passing him.
The darkness had grown uncomfortable to
her, with his sombre voice sounding so near,
and she CROPPED for box of matches on the
hall table, and, mounting chair, struck
| light.
To her annoyance, for she thought he had
gone to his horse, he was still there, gazing
at her slight form and fair, f1ower-like face,
with melancholy eyes.
The hungry passion OF his gaze FASCINATED
| her for a moment
| She shook so much that she almost fell,
and then certain angry self-possession re-
| turned to her, and she became naughty and
| cold.
But Goodwin did not notice her change of
| expression.
He had only seen the shadow of a new
feeling which his passion had called into her
| face, and he advanced impetuouSly.
Miss Nan, may speak to your
| She eyaded him.
"I am occupied at present" she said,
coldly. Perhaps may see you later in the
| drawing ROOM
| "Ah WE'LL" he said and turned to the
door, and Nan vert quickly up the staircase
relieved from further of her guest by
what she took to be ner fathers greeting of
| him.
! Once in the large lavender-scented bed
room, which had been hers since early girl
hood, the vague horror he had awakened left
her, and her head being full of her project to
| try a Halloween spell, she forgot his curl
Gus behavior for the time being.
| She stood heSitatng for two or three
moments; then she stole downstairs, and
out-of-doors into the stack-yard, where, with
quickly beating heart and bated breath-for,
in spite of her bravery, her courage was
| ebbing before a dread of the supernatural
she commenced to try the old country love-
spell Of the tarley-stack fathoming.
Three times around the barley-stack with
my arms outstretched, and the fourth time
| well, I shall see!" she whispered, treading
| softly through the well-stacked place. This
is the one. Once. twice-Ah! what is it?'
| Her voice ended in muffled shrek, for
strong hand seized her with an iron grip
and she was being dragged from the shadow
! into the full moonlight
! 1--WE caught you! Aren't you ashamed of
your abominable wickedness?" said a stern
voice. An overpowering surprise uuickened
the next words. Good heavens! it's
woman"
CHAPTER H.
| Nan struggled in vain to free herself
What do you mean?" she cried, alright
| edly. Let me go! Let me go!'
! mot until you tell me what you are doing
| here the man who held her said, sharply
He did not loosen his grasp, and Nan looked
| angrily at him. How many have you
| fred?" he continued.
What do you mean? What-what is the
NATTER" she stammered. Then in a tone Of
extreme fright, she cried, shrilly: "Oh! what
| is that?"
| A blaze of light seemed suddenly to sur
round her, and flames were leaping I'D on
either hand.
| The stranger looked closely at her to see
| If her alarm was genuine.
| "The stacks fire." he said. drvlv
Someone has fired them. Come with me-
and we will warn the owner"
| AS he spoke she freed herself, and ran
madly towards the house, he following as
| quickly as he could.
! But fear Of the terrible consequences of the
! fire to her father lent her feetness. and She
| reached the hall door before he had canght
up with her.
! AS she opened it, the wind blew out tbe
| lamp again, and the stranger stood inst
within the doorway in the darkness
| Leaving him there, Nan ran hastily into
1 the drawing room, almost too GREATNESS ~
! speak.
"Oh. father!' she gasped "the7 stacks are
on fire!''
! He had started instinctively to his feet on