The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1900-03-15

Ieye speaks a language which EdeaT
understands well: and no one is so raG
ant as he.
They move upward: Of all the hover
ing attendants Kenmore alone Is per-
mtted place near the enchanted group:
and Edgar is forced to explain in spit"
of his gracious modcSty.
Yes. il was through his entreatieS tha.
the dead mans kinSman, Archerfcld,
searched his papers for anything bear
ing upOn Lord Inrhcapc: and when the
precious information was discovered M
Accrington'S diary Of the year IN queS-
ton. together with the whole romance
of his hopeless passion for In hcape'S
exlniSlte American bride, il was only
Edgar's wearied opportunities which
prevented the fiery o'd sea-dos from
dashing tho whole black story into the
heart of his own fire, 10 preserve Ac-
crington'S reputation.
How Edward prayed him. hectorcd
him. threatened him: how he appealed
to his sense OF Justice. ard all in vain;
how he began about the unhappy VITO
ard the sequcstercd daughter, and sud
denly found himself on the Admirals
soft side. and the battle won: Of all this
le said little at the time, for his thoughts
s.o forever st-ay:ny, IKE his eyes, to-
ward U!va, who da-e, cot meet them.
And how is il TIA the group divides
before they are hal: way up the tower.
and that Lord lnchCape with his wife
PASS on unconscious that their younger
ho, Il
And what is the story that Edgar Ar
den, OF Inchcape. IS telling his pa sea-
princess now? and where IS all her fire
and pride TO day, that she does not chide
him when he makes the boldest demand
mans lips may frame to maiden free--a
demand for herself.
No, sho does not chide him; she would
no. il she could. because She
And now they have paused by the
roxy wall, close by the sea, where n
little brook stea's from the dark heart
of the cliff to sparkle in the sun; and
Edgar is telling his love the story Of
Sircombe'S sin and how lea! Kenmore
de .ivered him from death.
And the High ander, who has been
haunting them from afar, and drinking
stolen draught. of the honey. happiness,
from the sight of their sweet, young
bliss, shows his tall p.aid-wrapped form
near them, and mute y peadS with visit
full eyes for pcrmi sion TO como closer.
And his proud Lady 90 ava cries out
eagerly that he must come ana be tho
first to hear !omething, oh, 30 strange
and unexpected--ior who has 4 better
right than Kenmore?
aAnh vou were here. and heard dY-
ing cry" snc asks or the GA man. awo
in her eye, and her light Gasp tighten
ing on Edgar arm.
Deed was |, ady 90 ava" answers
Kenmore, in tones Of solemn JOY: 81 was
wac at hert for the brave man that had
drowned at our very doors, as ] thought
--ay, an for her that mourncd sac bit
terry. He paused To contemplate
proudly tho Quick blush that dyes his
lady's downcast face, and the impas-
5 oned look OF her lover; a had neither
l~oken bread nor Sept for sorrow an
shame at the evil had borne in my
mind against him afore his death. An
sac wandered up an wandered doom
among the lonely rocks night an day:
an that night cast me doom at I'll" lit
o this cliff wa: an Sync | heard weary
sigh, and it was at my very ear: an
looked to see the mortal that was in such
sar trouble: an then my blood creeped
backward an the hairs O. my head stood
up. for | wot 1t was n ghaiSt. Doom on
nv knees | fell, an called on God Tor
deliveranCc; an my voice rang through
the rocks like a trumpet: an what
should answer but an eerlc voice ahlnt
the cliff wa'-'kenmore! Kenmore! |
Gamma win ootn an it was the voice or
him thocht dead an gone, yet be-
lievcd II a az once. an maist graf wa
sheer ;oy, an syne ] saw pale futter-
In thing creepin' Oot Though this
Granny where the bNrnie tricklcs o1t,
like white bird futter,n' from It's
prison cage, an l caught it, an my
heart was like u burst, it was sac thin
an wounded. for it was his hand, that
same hand We hold between your ain
bopny silken anes---" but he may as
well close his story here, for his proud
Lady Co!ava Is holding her lovers hand
to her bosom, and is bathing 1T with
kisses and tears, in an agony OF pity
and love.
Aad then lhcE ooth turn W Tue o'u
man, who is standing with barred head
and wrapt senses. as If he was in church;
and each one takes one OF his horny
hands. ard four ewes leaning with
Youths love!!est emotion, pour gratitude
upon him.
And you will not grudge your Colava
to the unwe,comc EngliShman any more,
will yuu?" pleads EGgar. with a smile.
Come with us and see for yourself how
hard shall try to make her lifa noble
and happy one"
"Ah, It's not Arden o Inchcape that
lcal kenmore should miSdoubt," says
the Old man, proudly: You are not in
the list with that deli Colonel o tho
1.-the ana poisonous tongue, wha' brought
u curse on Inchcapc which only you
p