The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-05-28
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Beatrice stood moment in wonder

Beatrice stood a moment IN WonueI
and alarm. Then great fear seized
her. He had gone out in anger; ne
knew Lord Catherington,s hiding
place. What dark thoughts might
there not be in his disordered MIND
Remen bering the scene which she
had witnessed in the library at Gather
ington House, when she had found the
sharpened knife left behind by the
mad artist, she had horrible rear
that, irritated by the scene he had
just gone thru with his wife, ne might
be even now on his way to revenge
himself upon the man Whom ne
looked upon as his successful rival.
Holding Ermyn still In her arms,
she ran to the nearest window, ana
between the mansion and the sea-
And in the moonlight, which was
not strong, owing to a thin veil of
cloud but which was yet sufficient Tor
her to discern any moving object, she
was sure that she saw the gaunt figure
Of the artist gliding quickly away until
it was lost to sight in the trees.
She turned away from the window.
not yet left the room. Putting her
child into the housekeeper's arms, she
cried:
you must take her, keep her safe.
trust you. can trust you. There's
see where that man is going to. Good
bye, good bye, my darling"
There was that in her looks which
overawed the housekeeper, a woman
as good-hearted as she was austere OF
manner.
"I'll take care of her. Never fear"
said she at once.
And with a look and murmured
word Of thanks, Beatrice, not needing
the cries of the startled child, ran out
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the front door, which was open.
The startled maids were gathered
round it, but the menservants had
gone in pursuit of the stranger. Bea-
trice hoped that she would fall in
with one or more of them, for the
nearer she got to the chalet, flying
over the grass with wings to her feet,
the more fearful did she become as to
what sight might meet her eyes there.
She was already among the trees,
scratching her face and stumbling in
the dark as she forced her way thru
not waiting to reach the clear path,
when the sound of scuffle OF some
sort reached her ears, and then a
stified cry.
who's there? Who is it?" called
she, horrorstruck to find how weak
her own voice sounded, when she
wanted to make 1t ring thru the
wood
But already the sounds had died
away, and by the time she got to the
door Of the chalet there was dead
silence and complete darkness on all
sides.
She stopped short, uncertain what
| to do or where to go. Should she
mount the outside staircase, or enter
the lower room? Her Womanish fears
were getting the better of her cour-
! age, and she slrank from doing
either. But in that moment of indie
| cision she fancied she heard the
stealthy creaking of the lower door,
and summoning all her nerve, she
| pushed it open. A man rushed past
her, but in her confusion and distress
she could not tell whether he went in
or out. Advancing few steps, she
stopped again and listened.
| There was no sound at all above or
around her. She went cautiously for
ward, and stretched out her hand,
! feeling her way.
! And then there fell upon her hand
something light, cold, horrible. Re-
\ treating quickly and a-wlward1y to
the door, she looked at her hand in
the faint moonlight.
A cry OF horror escaped her dry lips
That which had fallen upon her was
a drop Of blood!