The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1899-05-17
A REVENGE PLOT That FA|LED.

"IImry. denr. DON'T go. :"

"Well, since he has found me this
work mustn't shirk it, Geodby, my
own girl
What misery does poverty entail ON
loving hearts Cicely Fleming and /
had loved one another for years---over
since, indeed, we were children togeth-
er. | had spent the few hundreds my
father left me In completing my engi-
neering education in Germany Then |
came home, confident of finding work.
But nothing came my way in spite of
every endeavor. AT last Mr.. Flemings
interest procured me place as assistant
engineer in building II new lighthouse
on the dangerous island of Sllryn, off
the west coast of Ireland.
parted with CHS ON Tuesday Fri
day morning found mo on tho small
sailing craft which was the only means
of communication between Skryn and
the mainland.
Soon we landed, and l wadod ashore
and walked up tho steep path to the top
of the cliff.
As | reached the summit man met
me. and holding out his hand, said;
Good morning You're MIR. Brydon,
| suppose I'm Gallant"
He was not so i'll looking-at least as
far as features went. 1t was not till
later that ! discovered the peculiar re-
pulsion he inspired mo with was duo to
his eyes These were extraordinarily
dark and piercing, but across the iris
of ono was II remarkable palo yellow
mark which, combined with n very
slight squint, gave him an absolutely
uncanny appearance.
Next day | was up betimes, boiled
my big kettle. made my coffee and WINS
out on tho reef before callan was visi-
BILE. The men were already Mt work. |
spoke to them, but either they could
not or would not talk. Presently Callan
came out. scramhling along tho reef.
What burly brute no looked In tho
clear morning sunlight lie spoke to
tho men with extraordinary roughness
They evidently feared him. and, | soon
saw, hated him too.
This puzzled mo till l knew him bet
ter. But very few days opened my
eyes. If ever there lived man without
one grain of pity in his composition, 1t
lsira. .1s.sa,u.-<.-ss-ia-~., We seemed TO- talSe
an absolute delight IL cruelty fer cruel
ty & sake There was Il boy called Bar
ney Mckeown who acted as servant to
Callan. The way Callan bullied that
unfortunate boy was appalling. | Won
dered how the others could SEQ such
things happening.
A few weeks later we had II storm
which stopped all work.
sat in my hut reading most of the
day AID listening to tho gusts that
roaIod ut times like thunder. Once or
twice | tancied shriler sound mingled
with the gale.
Into in the afternoon ii lulled lit
tie, and suddenly there came, distinct
and clear to my ears, n scream of pain.
| sprang up and listened. Again and
again the cry sounded out, II was from
Callan'a hut il came.
| sprang up rushed across and flung
open the door The sight that met my
eyes made mo blaze with anger Strip
ped to the waist and writhing with
pain, the wretched McKeown was tied
to the head of Callan' bed. while over
him stood the big black bully. lashing
him with a ropes end,
whats this fcrY | cried
Callan turned his crooked gaze on me.
''To teach the young hound obedi-
encel" His voice grated with rage at
my interruption. "And what business
is IL of yours, Mr.. Pry p
/ faneicd for an instant he was going
for me. But ! was much too angry to
think Of consequences
"You're an internal bullyl" | shout
ed "And if yon don't chuck it cant
make you, but II soon let our employ
ers know
Tho bully was n coward that i
knew But he could have killed me
with one hand. So my relief was con-
siderable when no suddenly threw
down the ropes end. | united Nc
Keown, and, pushing him before me,
left the hut.
But "A Kissing whisper followed me:
"All right young man, your turn
now But you'll pay for it. "
One day letters came across from the
mainland-one from Cts and one in an
unknown hand.
Cis' letter, Of course | read first.
Then | tore open the other and SKINNED
it through.
Only by slow degrees did realize its
import. My mothers uncle. old Sir
Bernard Child, had died and left me
everything. Why | had never seen
him. hardly imagined that he was
aware Of my existence. | walked out.
and, still in dazed condition, called
MeKcown TO pull me across to the
mainland Then | bolted up to the viii
lago postOfiicc and sent off wire. To
ward sunset the reply came, assuring
me my news was correct in every de-
tail. | looked up the first train from
Culcross In the morning, arranged
about n car to take mo there and was
soon rowing back to Skryn.
The sun had long set behind the sea
rim as we pulled into tho little cove.
and it was quito dark ms we clambered
up the narrow rock path. Reaching tho
top, glanced across to the huts and
thought / saw the CLEAN Of a light flash
under the door of my shanty. was
about to hurry on when the boy laid
hand ON my sleeve.
Presently there was scratching from
within. A match famed up. The man
who had lighted it was crouched on the
floor, his body between us and the
light He was unwinding piece of
very thin Irvine or strong thread and
carefully striDging it across the floor
from the bed to the stove. He passed it
round a leg Of the stove and then back
again, securing it finally with infinite
caution to little shiny metal tube
which protruded from the top of small
parcel This parcel was standing well