The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1900-01-18


a!tcrnouu: but nov that he was actually
engaged in this cldndcStine business.
witt. the much hdcnScd director for an
accomplcc he felt like sneak.
Il diuua like it, NJ Sircombr.
growlcd he with u look aSkanc". ia
rather kill the man than cheat him. |
Gamma bidr chca'rr!C. And he tire"
down his J., ad ON The ground and looked
Sircombc straight in tie :ac".
Siryombe'S stiff features attempted
frowu, but they were not under his con-
troll just then; Ls looked what he felt,
Indifferent, and Kenmore Was as
tonishcd
"Iou may do as you :hoosc, Of course
said Mr.. Sircombc: but II yOn had
heard as did the Englishman boldly
telling his lore to your masters daugh-
ter. you would think the time had conc
TO act"
"Ay. he has daurcd to do it?' cX-
claimed the old man fierceiy, al! his
Scruples vanishing, then he has Spok N
his last word TO her." He caught up his
load once more and strodo on, only
grunting in acknowledgment OF Sir
combc'S parting warning:
"Wait for me, mind; don't go near him
by Yourself.
When Sircombc reached the tower he
cOntriyed TO be seen by Clva, 10 whom
he explained that he had returned for
something for Mr.. Edgar but that Ken
more was with him. Ulva drew his at
, tcntion to the threatening SKY, and sug-
gcStcd that they should give up the
excursion for that day.
Il shall give him your message" said
Sircombc.
certainly not cried she, haughtily.
81 do not interfere with Mr.. Edgar: l
merely made a suggestion TO you"
And Sircombc eagerly laid the conSo-
lation to his vcycd soul that she was
disguised with the strangers audacity.
He took his time about going down to
the shore, and found Kenmore staring
al the 1acant mooring.
What? has he gone by himScll'"
exclaimed the director; "did you see
him?"
Kenmore had not seen him.
ale has probably got tired OF wait
ing" suggested Sircombe; but that
was rash thing for 4 man in his condi-
tion TO do And l don't like the sky"
"If he's out his lane in that cookie
shell, he's like to be lost" muttercd
Kenmore uncaSiy.
.Oh. he's no fool; he has likely gone
no farther than round the point there,
and will be back in few minutes"
They waited in silence; the dead hush
was broken only by the tapping sound
of the waves against the rocks.
Sircombe could not help straiAing his
ear to listen for far-of despairing
voice calling for help; and he was so
CHASTITY pale that Kenmore noticed the
unusual look on his face and puzzled
over it.
He had not Sircombe's grounds for pa
tcnce however, and soon started to
climb the promontory, saying:
I'm ava to hac look for him, he
Gamma he noticing the weather"
When he was gone SircOmbe threw
himself down on 4 rock with groan,
and gave way to paroNySm OF horror.
Was the young man alive?
How long it would be before he could
die. What if lie cou'd climb up the
shaft and gain foothOld behind the
bowlder? He could never move it, hut
his shouts might easily be heard by any
paSscrS on the path.
guilty man: he writhcd and moaned in
anguish unspcakablc; what would he
! not have given TO be able to undo that
! fearful deed, But he dared not even go
back and save Edgar: for how could he
account for the bowldcr in the oritice?
, Absorbed in these reflections the
, light tones of Twas voice speaking be-
( side him caused him to bound to his feet,
I the drops of agony standing on his
/ brow.
You have not gone, thcn?' she was
T cXclaiming in astOniShmpnt; "wherc is
Mr. Edgar? Is he out with Kenmore
aonc?"
She asked this last very ncrvously;
/ poor chi d! her only fear of danger for
Edgar rose from Memories threat she
never SuSpcctnd Sirtombc. She hal felt
uneasy about the weather, and finding
herself too rest eSS 10 stay indoors had
started ont to spend the afternoon among
! her poor people.
Her guiCk eyes a. once caught the in
tens, agitation Of the director, and tor
ror seize her; she forgot her wrath at
Edgar and dropped all assumption Of in
difference.
.Surelv YOU did not send him out with
no one but Kenmore, who hates him?"
cr. ed she, insist mt y. "Why don't you
sp,ak. Mr. Sirconbe? What has hap
pcrcd."
Nothing at all. Lady Ulva," replied
he. co dly, jealousy restoring his pres
encc Of mind by deadening his rcmorsc
at icast nothing that need distress you
Tic TACT is, | think our guest has biddcn
us farewell" "
She grew pa'c as ashes, her eyes dark
cncd and di atcd with pain and fear
"Oh. what do you mean" she gasped
That pitcouS sight comp etely c,tored
Sirnn,nhn Ia his lnnst CruN-. Ii lSt trC:l b.