The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1901-02-02
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CHAPTER XVIII.
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derSrowth. His face was death-like,
and great beads Of moisture stood out
upon his brow. 'St
He str0ve to speak, but utterance
seemed to fail him. He could only
make a wild gesture toward the vii
7age, as he sank exhausted upon the
rock behind him.
Great Heaven. Give, what Is it?'
asked Fenton. his own ruddy cheek
6lanching. "Are you hurt? That shot
where did it come from? Where is
Miss Wraye?"
ttQuick-the doctor!' gasped Herbert,
who sec.ned to rouse his sinking ener-
~ at the name-"the doctor! She is
wounded-dead for aught know! The
shot struck her!'
"Sybil?' shrieked Fannie. ooh, heav-
EN-! Sybil wounded-dying? Oh, where
IS she?'
"Hush!" said her brother grasping
der arm; don't shrek so. You will
warn him-the fiend who did the deed
that we are near. Quick-the doctor,
Fenton! Ride for life or death! IT.
the young mans voice broke hoarsely--
"sE cannot leave her for a moment. l
dare not move her: she is lying still
where-where she fell"
@<Let me go with you, brother!' said
Fannie. sobbing historically. Ell viii
be euiet Oh, Sybil, Sybil-darling!
who could wish to harm her?'
''Hushv' said Herbert turning on her
Gerceay. "Girl girl, you will madden
Nay, am mad already! The shot that
pierced her gentle heart was aimed at
me- She saved me by giving her own
life for minei She-Hush, hush! We
are near the spot. Hush! The villain
may be lurking around even now, and
we must not warn him. He shall nor
escape me, if there is justice in heaven
and earth! With my own hands L Will
2veEge her innocent blood-Wlth my
own hand will take a life for llte!>
"Herbert-brother!' exclaimed ram
Afe. sick with a new terror, as she saw
the terrible change that had come over
him.
For Herbert Gives countenance was
transformed by the storm Of passions
swelling in his breast. His dilated eyes
seemed to flash with lurid fire, his nos
'Grils uuivered-every feature was set ID
the stern rigidity of carven stone.
It was one of those fearful moments
Of "White heat that mould the man
forever and forever.
r. They reached the spot, the grassy
glade where Sybil had spoken her last
words to Herbert-those words that
would remain stamped on his memory
while life should last.
The two horses were grazing quietly
near by; the shrubbery was tramDled
and broken. The grassy bank where
Herbert had left Sybil still bore the i'm
press of her fragile form; but-the
young man sprang forward, with an
exclamation Of dismay-Sybil was not
there!
Not there! though he had left her.
less than five minutes ago, with the
closed eyes and the helpless limbs, the
wel1-nigh pulseless heart, of one al
ready in the grasp of death. Not there!
Aye, escaped, even in death, from his
care and his love!
"My God! where is she?' exclaimed
E the young man. II left her here, on this
very bank. Her wound was bleeding,
80 dared not move her further. Has
she. dragged herself into some neigh
boring thicket, to die unseen?"
ooh, Sybil! Sybil!' cried poor Fan
rQIe. as she dung herself from her horse.
IL Sybil, darling, where are your?
S"Stay herer' said Herbert, in a
Aoarse whisper, laying his hand heavi-
1y upon her arm. 81 must go search
for her! But no, no-I 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,
'Sybii. Oh, brother, loved her sol
loved her SOP
~What was your love to mine?' was
ais anguished reply. "She had just
spoken Words-aye, just as she fell
words that opened heaven to me! Oh,
che villain. the accursed villain, who
could blight flower like her-a BIOS
4aom too pure and lovely for mortal
bloom! Oh. heaven, to think that she
died warning, saving me! Aye, aye
che young man clenched his teeth to-
@etaer, as if to repress the commissions
into which his wrath would have be-
9rayed hina-"they have carried her off
to die! The fiends. the villains, have
carried her off to die, where there will
he none to witness her death-nOne to
gay she was foully, GRIZZLY, basely MUIR
dered. But I will find her. dead or
GIfve-5I will find her, my darling, my
Gybfl, my martyred lover
s@Where are they? Give! Give! where
are yol?"
It as DR.. Bonds voice that echoed
through the woods; and in q moment
@eNton Forest, Laurence Grey and
the old doctor had jointed the brother
aRd sister.
~'What the deuce is to pay?' ex-
claimed the doctor, excitedly. "Where's
she girl? Who's been shot? What the
m&schief Is the matter, anyhow"
%She is gone; they have carried her
6ffT' said Herbert "They must be hid
Eng Eear. Stay with my sister, doctor,
and we will find her. Come, boys,
@ufck-quickv'
ssFird who? The girl has been car
eied off? You talk like fool, STRIP said
the doctor. irately. what eock-and-
bull story is this? And what have l
been dragged away from my dinner
Rer3 will teach you young scape-
eGraces to play your practical jokes on
tRe9 Who was it told me Sybil Wraye
was siaot?'
.Hush! husn!' said Fannie, laying
her hand gently on the irate old gentle
n2.;E's sleeve, as Herbert, followed by
- bewildered friends, dashed desper-
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