The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1902-10-14

dress that displayed her fine arms
and bosom. In the moonlight, with
the dark trees around, she was a
picture for a painter.
She was swinging a garden hat
back and forth in one jeweled hand,
with an angry gesture, then, stamp
ing her foot, she repeated the ques-
ton:
81 ask you again, sir, what are you
doing in these .grounds?"
at may be that 1 came to take
last look at the house-of my friend,
Mr.. Ellison" he stammered.
"You might have spared yourself
the Troublesome it is my house and
not his" which was true, Dick knew,
since the wife had the fortune. "And
now, since you have seen it, go!"
eyes," replied the young man, but
making no move to leave.
81 know that it was one of the
family you came to see," she con-
tinued, with rising anger. IL con-
graduate Mr.. Ellison on his protege
A fine guardian for young people,
truly. Sneaking in here, like a thief
in the night, to see my daughter,
who is too young to know better"
'Your daughter will never suffer
at my hands, madam" the anger ris-
ing within him, which he dared not
give vent to.
Enough! We will not discuss
that matter. Your presence here is
a sufficient answer. And now I in
sist again on your going. Do you
want me to appeal to the servants ?"
"I-I will go. I will CO." muir
INJURED poor Dick, as he moved away,
cursing his misfortune in having en-
countered this beautiful fury at such
time. Once he looked back, only
to find that she was still standing
in the path looking after him. She
doubtless meant to remain there I'M
til she was sure that he was on his
way out of the park. With a sigh
he went on his way, until turn of
the path hid her from sight.
Then he stopped for a moment to
consider. Should he not be able to
return by a circuitous way to the
place where hewas to wait for Grace?
What would she think if she arrived
there and found that he was gone?
Was it not worth Drawing even the
anger of Mrs. Ellison to try and see
her again? While he was consider
ing the matter an agonizing cry in
a woman's voice rang through the
woods. Had something happened to
Grace? Without a moments hesita-
ton, he dashed back over the road
he had just traversed. 1t was only
short distance before he almost
stumbled over the figure of woman
on the ground. 1t was very dark at
that point where she lay. He
stopped and picked her up, carrying
her into the light. It was Mrs. Ell
ison. Her eyes were closed, a
strange pallor on her face. He laid
her gently on the bank at the side
of the road Had she tainted? 1t
was strange that he should be the
first one to come to the assistance of
a woman who had been abusing him
but few moments before. Had the
excitement of that short interview
so worked on her nerves that she
had tainted? What was to be done?
1t was an embarrassing position for
him to be in. There was nothing
that he could do to help her, and yet
help was needed. Should he call for
assistance? There seemed to be moth
ing else to do; he could not leave
the poor woman there, even if she
had insulted him.
Then, as he leaned over her, hoping
to see some signs of returning con-
seriousness, a shuddering feeling of
terror crept over him. There was
strange stain on the white silk waist,
a stain that, as he watched, seemed
to be spreading slowly-slowly.
Filled with horror at the sight, and
the consciousness that he was in the
presence of the victim of tragedy,
he looked around him with frightened
eyes. Then he turned instinctively
to his hands-they felt warm and
strangely moist. With a feeling of
overcoming faintness, he stopped
hastily and began to hurriedly clean
them on the grass. 1t seemed as if
it seemed as if the stains would
never come out.
He was rising, eager to be on his
way to the house and warn the peo-
pie of what had taken place. Then
he felt strong hand grasping his
shoulder. He remembered trying to
wrench himself free. Then the con-
fused sound of many voices, the flash
of lanterns and imprecations, in
which his name was mingled, then a
blow that mercifully seemed to dis
pei all these distorted visions, and
grateful oblivion that hid everything.