Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1900-04-26

CHAPTER lN.-tCOntlnueQ.j
On the following morning, when she
was sweeping the best room, in which
her last interview with Sir Luke had
taken place, she came across paper,
which she rightly OWNED to have fallen
7unperceived from his hands at the time
he had consulted the memorandum con-
corning the cottage at Greenock.
She unfoded and read it, though not
without a good deal of difficulty; and
then her eyes blazed, and her indignation
was such as even her worthless husband
had seldom aroused in her before.
Sir Luke was but an Indifferent letter
writer, and the paper that she perused
was evidently the first rough draft of
letter to Agnes Muir, which had after
ito the keeping of Weems, to be delivered
into her hands in the event of his search
overseas for her proving successful.
'"The villain! The mean, treacherous
vilainn' she gasped as, the first shock of
the discovery over, she secreted the tell
tale paper in her bosom, and at once set
about preparing herself for the journey
to Southampton, whittier she knew, by
q reference to the clock, that Sir Luke
must have already started. But l will
mot lose an instant in confronting him
with this evidence of his treachery.'
She arrived too late-that is, to find
that the Monarch had just quilted her
dock and then she found herself almost
lost in the great and bustling crowds that
were surging around her. Puzzled and
half terrified by a comnotion such as she
had never seen before, she struggled
through the press, and at length stood,
trembling and GREATNESS, at the edge OF
1.-THE dock.
''You here, Mary?" presently exclaim-
ed a discontented and well-known voice
lat her elbow.
She looked up to recognize her husband
sin the speaker. He was pushing his way,
in Mr.. Chelmsford's company, through
the crowd She perceived that he had
been drinking more than had been his
wont since coming into his good fortune,
which caused her to change her intention
somewhat as to her manner of greeting
him.
Eyes, Luke" she replied, hurriedly, to
his gruff salutation. "a very strange
and important discovery caused me to fol-
low you here at once. l am hungry, too.
Take me somewhere. l would speak with
you alone"
With as much wonder as Immature, Sir
Luke separated himself from Chelms-
ford with a few words of explanation,
and conducted Mary into a neighboring
eating house, where they were given a
private room.
"Well, what on earth is your discovery
that you venture to dog me about the
country in this way?" he growled, after
ordering some refreshment for his COM
spanion.
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suddenly flashing upon him with her pent-
up indignation, as she produced his letter
to Agnes Muir. "You must have dropped
it in the cottage yesterday by mistake"
Sir Luke flushed to the roots of his
hair. He saw that he stood completely
,self-betrayed; but even then his brazen
impudence stood him in stead.
''No, / didn't make any mistake said
ne, drawing long breath. Il dropped
it there on purpose"
She was too excited to detect the shall
iowness of his braggadocia.
Indeed" she exclaimed, white with
Jealous and just rage. "And did you sup
pose that this exposure of your villainous
designs would assist my consent to your
proposition?"
81 did suppose so, and intend that it
shalt" he exclaimed, in brutal and
threatening tone. go to Greenock you
shall, and remain there quiet and meek
into the bargain, tool!
And thus leave the road open for-for
Agnes Muir?'
'Yes, curse you, if 1 so will it!' he
growled, with an oath.
"Neverr'
''Hark you, Nary Kissed Sir Luke be-
tween his clenched teeth, and with muir
derous expression in his eyes. You will
not thwart me in this, or in anything
else-otherwise 1 will kill your
1--WE shall see.'' said Mary, with sud-
den collectedness. You ought to know
me well enough by this time, Luke Dali
ziei to be sure that l would rather be
killed than relinquish my rights. You
will wait till l have refreshed myself, and
then conduct me back to my home, sir.
Whether that home in the future is to
continue at Rose Cottage, or to be at
YOUR side in Dalziel Towers, depends
Ferry much on your future good conduct
CHAPTER V.
A year or more has passed away. 1t
IS toward the close of a very hot day in
Cape Town. The feverish rays of the
western sun are casting wondrous
glow upon one side of the famed Table
Mountain in the distance, and the one
BLACK, sluggish cloud that almost con-
-stantly hovers over it's oddly fiat summit
the TableCloth, as sailors are accus-
toned to call it.
In the suburbs of the town. and quite
close to the sea, there is one wide street
that has presented busy scene almost
from early morning. Here the roadway
is alive with great many teams of
every description, though substantial OK
carts are predominantly in view, and the
shaded sidewalks are picturesque with
motley throngs-bearded miners, wearing
broad hats and nondescript costumes;
Kaffir transfers, Hottentots and other
blacks, many of them wearing almost no
costumes whatever: drovers, farmers,
Beer proprietors, and even Arabs and
Jews: all are good-naturedly commingled
together.
A long and numerous train is just in
from the diamond fields; such is the ex-
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