The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-01-10
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CHAPTER Iy.-(Continued.)

tered an exclamation as she saw Blue
bells white face. 1.-THE Boe-s-they're
going to attack us, Bluebell? Is that
it?'
mo, no, auntie-not SO far as l
KNOW" said the girl, with an attempt
at a wan smile. AT least, that wasn't
what dad wanted. But don't ask me
tonight, auntie, I'm tired. Good night"
Miss Elizabeth was all of mother she
had ever known.
Good night. God keep you, dearie,"
the elder woman whispered. Her
words remained with Bluebell after she
had shut herself into her room.
God keep her! There was One to
whom she should turn now for help In
this most terrible crisis of her young
life. Bluebell threw herself on her
knees, burying her face in her hands.
Oh, God. show her what was the
right thing to do. Help her, oh, God,
for there was no other who could tell
her what she must do!
Save her father from the conse-
quences of a deliberate crime by selling
ucI Sell " ills bCOulul cl. ~ was a
fearful sacrifice, Did God demand 1t
of her? Nay, would she be doing right
in making it? Bluebell was a good,
sweet, true-hearted girl. She had al
ways shown respect and affection for
the most unlovable man who was her
father, even when he was least worthy
Of respect; but she had ar unusual
amount of common sense for a young
girl, and was not likely to be betrayed
into any sentimental and maudlin
course of action.
As she knelt there a sudden thought
came to Bluebell, bringing the warm
blood in a palpitating wave over the
pallor of her white face, and quicken
ing the throbs of her heart that had
been beating SO low and despairingly.
It was the thought of Adair Rothes.
IF he were only here" Bluebell said
to herself, Il think he would help me.
He said he was my friend"
Her thoughts wandered from the
terrible crisis of the moment to the
brief time of happiness in the after
oon when Rothes had first met her.
1t had not lasted long, that was true;
but somehow the memory of Rothes'
clasp of her hand, of his long look into
her eyes, brought a kind of brief
sweetness into Bluebell's heart, which
ever the pain and sorrow of the pres
Ell could not quite bot out.
When she rose from her knees her
mind was quite made up.
Il shall not marry that man." she
said, and her eyes were full of a
strange, deep determination. ut would
not make dads sin the less IL l did so.
a man like that. 1t would be adding
sin to sin. Dad must escape, but 1t
will be in some other way. | will help
him to do so. He must escape TO Eng
land, and auntie and | will carry on
the farm here"
This determination brought a GER
tain restfulness to Bluebell. She un-
dressed, got into bed, and presently
went to sleep, though it was a sleep
disturbed by troubled dreams of Beers
attacking New Kelsc, setting fire to
it, and tying up all its occupants to
stakes in order that they might be
burnt also.
Adam Leslie had a worse night than
his daughter. He was up at daybreak
and riding over his farm. AS he was
returning about 7 o'clock he saw a tall,
dark figure approaching him on horse
back. He recognized it at once, and
his heart sank.
Moore rode quickly up to him. Mr..
Leslie could see some excitement on
the usually dark, impassive face.
News, Leslie-great news!" he ex-
claimed, as he came close to the other
man, and flung himself off his horse.
Listen, man; but first"-he dropped
his voice-"what of my love affair.
How have you succeeded with the little
bride-elect?"
Leslie's rubicund face blanehed, but
he e~ndeavored to put on an air OF as
surance
my dear Moore, she will come
round; l am not afraid of that. OF
course you must allow for a little re-
l~uctance at first; but there isn't the
slightest fear but she will give in. But
you'll give us a day Dr. two more of
grace, will you not?"
His tone of AFFECT entreaty told more
than his words did to the keen ear of
Gerald Moore, who turned aside for a
moment. and passed his hand over his
lips as If to conceal their expression.
Eyes, l will give you a day or two
more,' he said presently. "for there's
some work before you, Mr.. Leslie. if.
as l think. you feel inclined to tell
something which the British general
at Ladysmith would give his ears to
know. In a few days some of the
biggest men on the Beers side may
be made prisoners. Ha! is that not
tidings worth hearing? l could give
the information myself, but | wish you
to have the chance of a little glory,
and also of a ~pecuniary reward. You
do not need to sell this information