The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1902-08-03

Look st the great trench In the opposite
htll That is his mark. Yes, you will find
some very singular points about the moor.
Doctor Watson. Oh. excuse me an Instant
1t Is surely Cyclopides."
A small fly or moth had futtered across
our path. and in an instant Stapleton was
rushing with extraordinary energy and
speed in pursuit of it. To my dismay the
creature flew straight for the great mire,
and my acquaintance never paused for an
instant, bounding from tuft to tuft behind,
It, his green net waving in the air. His
gray clothes and jerky. zigzag, irregular
progress made him not unlike some huge
moth himself. L was standing watching
his pursuit with a mixture of admiration
for his extraordinary activity and fear lest
he should lose his footing in the treacher-
GUS mire. when / heard the sound of foot
steps. and turning round found a woman
near me upon the path. She had come
from the direction In which the plume or
smoke Indicated the position OF Merripit
House. but the dip of the moor had hid her
until she was quite close.
l could not doubt that this was the Miss
Stapleton of whom 1 had been told. since
ladies of any sort must be few upon the
moor. and / remembered that | had heard
someone describe her as being a beauty.
The woman who approached me was GER
tainly that. and of a most uncommon ype.
There could not have been a greater con-
trast between brother and sister. for Sta
pleton was neutral tinted. with light hair
and gray eyes. while she was darker than
any brunette whom l have seen in England
slim, elegant, and tall. She had a proud.
finely cut face. so regular that it might
have seemed impressive were it not for the
sensitive mouth and the beautiful, dark,
eager eyes. With her perfect figure and
elegant dress she was, inCeeo, a strange
apparition upon a lonely mooreland pain.
an n . &c II turned
and then she quiCkened her pace toward
me. I had raised my hat, and was about
to make some explanatory remark, when
her own words turned all my thoughts into
q new channel.
G back!" she said. Go straight back
to London, instantly"
1 could only stare at her in stupid sur
prise. Her eyes bIazed at me, and she
tapped the ground impatiently with her
foot.
1T cannot explain" She spoke in a low,
eager voice, with a curious lisp in her ut
terance. Blu for Gods sake do what 1
ask you. Go back and never set foot upon
the moor again
Blu l have only just come"
Man. man. she cried. Can you not
tell when a warning is for your own good?
Go back to London! Start tonight. Get
away from this place at all costs! Hush.
my brother is coming! Not a word of what
1 have said. Would you mind getting that
orchid for me among the mares-tails yon-
der? We are very rich in orchids on the
moor, though, of course, you are rather
late to see the beauties Of the place"
stapleton had abandoned the chase ard
came back to us breathing hard and flushed
with his exertions.
''Halloa, Beryl!" said he. and it seemed to-
me that the tone of his greeting was not
altogether a cordial one.
"Well, Jack. you are very hot"
Eyes. was chasing a Cyclopides. He is
very rare and seldom found in the late au-
tumn. What a pity that 1 should have
missed him. He spoke unconcernedly, but
his small light eyes glanced necessarily
from the girl TO me.
You nave introduced yourselves, I ctn
see"
YES I was telling Sir Henry that it was
rather late for him to see the true beauties
OF the moor"
why, who do you think this is?'
81 imagine that it must be Sir Henry
Baskerville"
No. no." said 1. 'onIy a humble COM
moner. but his friend. My name is Doctor
Watson"
A lush of vexation passed over her ex-