Iowa state bystander. [volume] (Des Moines, Iowa) 1894-1916, 1901-01-18
.ApTER I.-(Continued.)

SsNl Cecil udu ~ a
!. ~ months after she had married
i,sstnated young nobleman, whose
$500 ter was anything but above sus-
4 S.s,on. and the two had finally leit
rss,and, having arrived on the brink
\ !, min. and, it was reported. were ire
s.n.rting the gambling tables OF MO
saco and Hamburg.
nacil,s treatment of her father had
.,l1ad any lingering feeling OF senu-
,,.nt Enderby had for her. he was
~. to thank Providence PROFOUNDLY
that he had discovered her true nature
before it was too late. ~
n,ndas Lyndon had been found
. .,,ilty and sentenced to lifelong i'm
e,,sonment. The morning after his
..rtance he was found dead in his cell;
4. had managed to secrete a small
,nantity Of deadly poison about his
s.rson and cut short his doomed ca
\ reer with it.
And Jasmine?
Jasmine Is Just now with Paul's sis
80 the Hon. Mrs. Fraser. who is mar
lad to Scottish laird in the South OF
scotland. Paul had laid the whole
story before his sister, and asked her
.dvice. Jasmine was his ward, he de-
,lared. and as such he meant to look
liter her.
4 Mrs. Fraser-a good-hearted little
Homan. with no children, and living
q rather a lonely country district
had come up to London, seen Jasmine.
aiken a sudden fancy for her, and de-
clared nothing would suit her better
Than to have Jasmine as a companion.
So Jasmine had gone to Calders
Knowe. and Mrs. Fraser had never re-
eretted her choice.
Paul had been several times at Cal
der's Knowe, and, as he is able to take
I few days holiday in May, he decides
b run down" to Scotland. taking his
bicycle with him.
He rides from the station-he has
hant no word to his sister, having a
Masculine fondness, fondness never
shared by the recipients, for giving sur
orises-leaving word for his luggage to
Sc sent after him.
4 Calder's Knowe Is about six miles
from the sleepy little village and sta
zion known as Calderhead, and the
road is a bad one, from a cyclists
point of view. being composed of a
series OF very steep thoughts and
howesx". as IT,, villagers call them. and
4 sust..ce OF mingled loose clay and
stor14.
However, it is a lovely evening, and
Paul Enderby is wonderfully happy
ind Siight-hearted as he speeds along
the lonely road bounded on both sides
BY silent, melancholy moors.
What is the real cause OF his happi-
ress! Is it that things are going very
well with him, and that he is consid-
cred by his fellow barristers as on the
fair way to the top Of his profession?
Or can it be that the prospect Of
seeing his sister-"Best little woman
in the vorld!" has anything to do
with it!
However that may be, Paul's
Pauls thoughts are wandering very
far afeld as he coasts down steep
hill, whose gradient IL at least one
n eleven, his free wheel" stationary,
and his mind as easy as that OF a
seorcher on an utterly desolate road
cau be.
Alas! even scorchers are sometimes
out in their reckoning, Or Paul would
have remembered the sudden, sharp
curve at the foot of the hill.
Z He does not, and moving along
with velocity strikes across the road
instead of round it, and the next mo-
ment he is sent flying over ditch
into the moorland beyond, and his
machine-twisted and curved into all
manner Of crooked shapes-lies
spreading across the ditch.
For a moment or two the shock of
his sudden impact with the ground
stuns Enderby; faintness. such as
he has never known in all his life,
comes over him, and his eyes close.
The next moment he dimly hears a
cry Of horror; then-is it long after?
some one is bending over him. gen.
tie hands touch his face. and suddenly
another cry-this time Of agonized
and startled surprise-falls on his ear.
Paul! Paul! Oh. God! Is he dead?-
d he dead?"
He would have spoken. would have
opened his eyes, but something. he
knew not what, keeps him from doing
60 The soft hands-how soft, how
tender they are!-wander over his
face. touch his cheek, gently lift his
hand, and he feels them clasped round
his wrist. A sobbing cry breaks from
tho owner of the hands.
Thank God! Thank God! Oh. what
Am l to do for him? My dear-my
dear!"
Tho words are only a breath-a soft
breath breathed above him. But it Is
more than Paul can stand. Suddenly
the warm color PUSHES back into his
face. his eyes open. and with an ef-
tort he raises himself on his elbow,
bis eyes devouring the fair young face
bent, first with pale agony, then with
sudden surprised and warm shyness,
over him.