The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1901-10-23


looking out, drew back.
What horrible. black depths"
ITS as easy" said |. "as pie. You
could do It Oh your head. Look herew
l climbed out first and helped her, set
ting her feet on the rungs. We went
down In silence, | choking all the way
at the sight of Peter below, who was
looking with his mouth open and his
lips too weak to meet the curses and
wonderment that rose up from the
depths of him. When touched turf
and handed him the jewel ease, he took
II like II man In II trance
We put the ladder back in It's place
and stole over the turf together. But
outside the garden door Peter could
stand no more OF It.
I've II firearm In my pocket" whis-
percd he, pulling up, and I'm going to
fire 1t off to relieve my feelings If you
don't explain here and now. Who, In
PHYS name, Is sheY'
You mug, She's the original Sleep
Ing Beauty. I'm clipping with her, and
you've got her jewels"
Pardon me, Jem," he says In his
gentlemanly way. IF don't quite see.
Are you taking her Off to melt her
or marry herr For how TO get rid of
her else
The poor old creature had halted, too,
three PAGES ahead of us and waited
while we whispered, with the moon
light that slanted down into the lane
whitening her bare neck and flashing
on her jewels.
zone moment" | said and stepped
forward TO her; you had better take
off those ornaments here. my dear, ana
give them to my servant to take care
Of There's carriage waiting for us
at the end of the lane, and when he has
slowed them under the sent we can
climb In and drive off,
ITO the end of the world-to the very
rim of II. my hero"
She pulled the gems from her ears,
hair and bosom and handed them to
Peter, who received them with bow.
Next she searched In her pocket and
drew out II tiny key. Peter unlocked
the case. and having carefully slowed
the diamonds inside, locked II again,
handed back the key, touched his hat
and walked off toward the dogeart
MY dearest lady" l began, as soon
us we We're alone between the high
walls, III the devotion of II life
Her bare arm crept into mine.
"There Is but little time left for liz In
which to be happy. Year after year l
have marked off the, almanac; day by
day have wntched the dial. | saw my
sisters married and my sisters daugh-
tiers, and still | waited. Each had IL
man to love her and tend her, but none
| had such II man as | would have
chosen. They We're none Ike YOU, my
prince"
"No dare say not"
ooh, but my heart Is not 40 cold.
Take my hand--it is firm ana strong;
touch my lips they are burning
A low whistle sounded Mt the top of
the lane, As | took her hands 1 pushed
her back and, turning, ran for my life.
| suppose that rs ran counted forty
before her scream came, and then the
sound OF her feet pattering after me.
She must have run like II demon, for
| WINS less than ten yards ahead when
Peter caught my wrist and pulled me
up on TO the back seat OF the dogcart
And before George could set the horse
going her hand elutched at the flap OH
which my feet rested. 1t missed Its
grasp and she never got near enough
again. hut for half n minute | looked
into TINT horrible face following us and
working with silent rage, and for half
n mile at least | heard the patter OF her
feet In the darkness behind. Indeed,
can hear II now.