The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1900-01-07

cheek as she met his inquiring gaze. and
the conscious. half-conceited, half-girlish
toss of her little head as she turned her
eyes away, and then a file Of brown Chi
namen. mutterng some harsh uncouth
gbberish interposed between them. This
was followed by what seemed to be the
crashing ln Of the church roof, sitting
heat succeeded by long, deadly chill.
But he knew that this last was all
dream, and he tried to struggle to his feel
to see Cissy's face agaln-a reality that
he felt would take him out of this hor1f-
Bile trance-and he called to her across the
pew, and heard her sweet voice again in
answer. And then a wave Of unconscious
ness once more submerged HIM.
He came back to life with a sharp ting
ling of his whole frame as If pierced with
a thousand needles. lie knew he was be-
ing rubbed and in his attempts to throw
his torturers aside he saw family by the
light Of a pickering fire that they were
Cinnamon, and he was lying on the floor
of a rude hut. With his first movements
they ceased. and wrapping him like
mummy In warm blankets, dragged him
out of the heap OF loose snow with which
they had been rubbing him, towards the
fire that glowed upon the large adobe
hearth The singing pain was succeeded
by a warm glow, pleasant languor,
which made even thought a burden, came
over him. and yet his perceptions were
keenly alive TO his surroundings. He
heard the Cinnamon mutter something,
and then depart, leaving him alone. But
presently he was aware Of another figure
that had entered, and was now sitting with
It's back TO him at a rude table-roughly
extemporized from a packing bOx-appar-
emily engaged in writing. IL was a samll
Chinaman, evidently the enc he had chas-
ed The events of the past few hours
his mission, his intentions, and every in
cident of the pursuit flashed back upon
him. Where was he? What was he do
ing here? Had Trixit escaped himY'
In his exhausted state he was unable to
formulate a question. which even then he
doubted If the Chnaman could under
stand So he simply watched him lazlly,
and with a certain kind Of fascinat on, I'M
I'll he should finish his writing aud turn
round His long pigtail which seemed
ridiculously disproportionate 10 his size
the pigtan which he remembered had
streamed into IN eair in his hight-had
partly escaped from the dish-coveted hat
under which It had been coiled. But what
was singular, Il was not the wiry black
pigtaU of his Mongolian fellows but soft
and silky, and as the freight played upon
n a seemed of a shining chestnut brown,
II was Iike-like-he stopped-was he
dreaming again! A long sigh escaped him.
The figure instantly turned. He started.
n was Cissy Trixiii There was no mis-
taking that charming. sensitive face,
glowing with health and excitement, al
beit showing here and there the mark OF
the pigment with which II had been
stained, now hurriedy washed off. A
little of Il had run into the corners of her
oyellds and enhanced the brilliancy of her
eyes.
He tound his tongue with an effort
"What are you doing here?" he said with
| faint voice, and fainter attempt to
| smile.
That's what l might ask about you"
! she said, partly, but with a slight touch
| OF scorn but ! guess | know, as well as
| do about the others. came here TO see
my father" she added, deiantly.
"And you are the--the--one chasedT'
| he said, desperately
| "Yes. and I'd have outrun you easily.