The Bowbells tribune., 1900-05-18

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Or Under a Spell.
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CHAPTER XVIII.
Missing.

Ere Fannie had recovered from her
fright Herbert burst through the lln-
dergrowth. His face was death-hke,
and great beads of moisture stood out
upon his brow.
He strove to speak, but utterance
seemed to fail him. He could only
make wild gesture toward the VII
lage, as he sank exhausted upon tne
rock behind him. nov,
Great Heaven. Give, what Is 1t:
asked Fenton. his own ruddy cheek
blanching. "Are you hurt? That snot
where did it come from? Where Is
Miss Wraye?"
"Ouick-the doctor!!' gasped Herbert,
who seemed to rouse his sinking ene.
ey at the name-"the doctor! Sne Is
wounded-dead for aught know! The
shot struck her!'
"Sybilr' shrieked Fannie. ooh, heav-
en-! Syb!l wounded-dying? Oh, where
is she?"
"Hush:" said her brother, grasping
her arm; don't shrek so. You VIII
warn him--the fiend who did the deed
that we are near. Quick-the Doctor:
Eenton!. Ride for life or death!. -
the young mans voice broke hoafsely-
II cannot leave her for moment. -, :
dare not move her; she is lying SUN
where-where she fell" -,
, "Let me go with you. brother! sai1
Fannie. sobbing hysterically. u VIII
be quiet. Oh, Sybil. Sybilwdarilhs!
who could wish to harm her.!
"Hushv' said Herbert turning on her
fiercely. "Girl. girl, you will madden
Nav, am mad already! The shot tnat
pierced her gentle heart was aimed at
me. She saved me by giving her own n
life for mine! She-Hush, hush! We
are near the spot. Hush! The villain
NAV be lurking around, even now. anu
we must not warn him. He snall no'
escape me, IL there is justice In heaven 81,
and earth! With my own hands wiz
aycEge her innocent blood-witn, ,,eaH, my
own hand l will take life Tor d iM NJ.
Herbert-brotherv' exclaimed ran
ME. sick with a new terror, as Sic 90"
the terrible change that had come oVei
him. ,,,o.
For Herbert Clive's countenance was
transformed by the storm OF passions
swelling in his breast. His dllatea eyes
seemed to flash with lurid fire, his nos-
trils uuiyered-every feature was SET III
the stern rigidity of carven stone.
II was one of those fearful moments
ne ..white heat" that mould the uAan
forever and forever. ,asr
They reached the spot, the grassy
glade where Sybil had spoken hef ias.
words to Herbert-those words tnat
syould remain stamped on his memory
While life should last.
The two horses were grazing quletly
near by; the shrubbery was tramoleu
and broken. The grassy bank where
Herbert had left Sybil still bore the I'M
press Of her fragile form; but-the
kvounr man sprang forward, with an
axclamation Of dismay-Sybil was not
there!
Not there! though he had left her,
less than FIVE minutes ago, win tue
closed eyes and the helpless limbs, the
well-nigh pulseless heart, of one al.
ready in the grasp Of death. Not there!
Ave. escaped, even in death, from his
care and his love!
"My God! where is she?" exclaimed
the young man. II left her here, on TINS
very bank. Her wound was bleeding,
so dared not move her further. has
she dragged herself into some neigh
boring thicket. to die unseen?"
"Oh, Sybil! Sybil!' cried poor Fan
ME, as she flung herself from her horse.
"Sybil, darling, where are you!
'"Stay here!" said Herbert. IN
hoarse whisper, laying his hand heavi-
ly upon her arm. Il must go search
for her! But. no, mol forgot, you, too,
:. are helpless. cannot leave you until
they come from the village"
"Don't think of IT, sobbed generous
Fannie. "Go-go and find Sybil; poor,
Sybil Oh, brother, loved her SOL
loved her sO!'
"What was your love to lnine?" was
his angllished reply. ''She had Just
spoken words-aye. just as she fell
words that opened heaven to me! Oh.
the villain. the accursed villain. who
could blight a flower like her-a bios
som too pure and lovely for mortal
bloom! Oh. heaven. to think that she
died warning, saving me! Aye, aye
the young man clenched his teeth to
eether, as il to repress the convulsions
into which his wrath would have be-
trayed hinl-"they have carried her on
to die! The fends. the villains, have
carried her off to die. where there will
be none to witness ber death-nOne to
say she was foully, crlelly. basely MUIR
dered. But I will find her, dead or
sllve-I will find her, my darling, my
Syhil. my martyred lover
"Where are they? Give! Give! where
are yoL?"
1t AS DIR. Bonds voice that echoed
through the woods; and in moment
Fenton Forest. Laurence Grey and
the old doctor had jointeda the. brother
and sister.
"What the deuce is to pay?" ex-
claimed the doctor. excitedly. where's
the girl? Who's been shot? What the
mischief is the matter, anyhow?
"She is gonc; they have carried her
off" said Herbert "They must be hid
ing Eear. Stay with my sister, doctor,
and we will find her. Come. boys,
duick-quick!
g,pcFird who? The girl has been car
ried off? You talk like fool. sir! said
the doctor, irately. "What cock-and.
bull story is this? And what have ]
been dragged away from my dinner
for? ! will teach you young scape-
graces to play your practical jokes on
me! Who was it told me Sybil Wraye
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