The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1904-08-02


eyeglassg, she remarked. I'm speak.
ing Of 6ne gentleman Of the present
day these things are understood"
Sir John had no drawl. no eye
glass, and, am quite sure, no acinsra-
ton" says Daphne.
! But again she bushes. IL lives self.
colored, unhurried as hers, people can
afford themselves the luxury of con-
science. Daphne Chester owns one.
and it pricks her--young Severne's
last glance returning before her Wis
ion and conyicting her sharply Of
| falsehood.
mo drawl, no eyeGlass, no admira-
ton. ! wish you JOY. my dear. You
have seen q paragon at last. Unfortu-
nately. never in my best days had
much belief in paragons, and I am too
old and too preJudiced to subscribe to
new creeds now
"And as Sir John Severne will
doubtless 60 away by tomorrow
mornings boat, shall have no means
Of converting you" says Daphne,
lightly. See, who is that coming out
to meet us9'' For they are now with<n
a stones throw Of the entrance to the
farm. "Margot, as / live. She must
have run home quickly by the Ma.
rails"
"And, wringing her hands. holding
up her apron to her facet What in the
name OF heaven ails the daft-headed
creature now? If scenes and hyster-
les are to be the first effects Of court
ship. what may we hope for later on z"
"There is something wrong" ex-
claims Daphne, her cheeks and lips,
blood-forsaken. turning to a livid
wilderness. Something has happened
to the child. Paul. Paul, where are
your"
And, scarcely conscious that her feet
touch solid earth, she rushes wildly
down the road, across the garden,
where Margot, ordinarily the most sto-
lid Of mortal beings. stands laughing,
crying talking, all in breath, and
with utterly incoherent volubility.
"Eh, mon Dou, mon Dou! LIE pauyre
pitt babouin-la grande marie lie
Mussieu Anglaz!"
These, or words like these, fall
vaguely on Daphne's senses.
She heeds them not. She pauses to
ask no questions. Her heart prophe-
sizes, answers all.
Onward toward the sea she hurries,
down the path where an hour before
Paulie. safe and happy, was chasing
butterflies in the sunshine, past the
lettering, fear-stricken figure OF Miss
Theodore, onward toward the sea--to
succor-oh. heaven, If succor be vain
to perish with the child!
Rosy, unhurt, Paul at this moment
is being lifted by strong. familiar arms
from the Wesley" to dry land. Not
in vain did Severne give his last halloa
before starting to the boys rescue.
From cottage outside the garden of
Fief -de-la- Refine the shout was heard
by the nurse tender of sick fishers
wife, and help quickly summoned from
the nearest hay field, help that did not
arrive one minute too soon. To reach
little Paul by alternate wading and
swimming, was no easy feat; but Sew
erne, hardy, resolute and practical
swimmer, accomplished It, To return,
with deepening tide, and with the add
ed burden Of a helpless, clinging child,
was matter Of wholly different COM
plexion. Long before his rescuer
reached him, Paurs danger had become
imminent, every deepening wave wash
in, over the slippery, weed-covered
rocks, and rendering the child's slight
footing more insecure. At the distance
Of fifteen or twenty yards nearer shore,
however, lay another ridge, still well
above water, and thus far upon the
way to safety Severne with difficulty
bore his charge. Then came recogni-
ton Of the truth, then came clearer
look into the face Of death than Sir
John Severne, during his five-and-
twenty years Of vigorous youth had
ever gained before. To swim back
with the child across such sea as
this was, he knew, the next thing to
impossible; to swim back alone nay,
I will do the young fellow no injus-
tice, that temptation never even for
passing moment assailed him!
What were you doing, small boy,
alone. and at such distanceT he
asked. as Paurs bright. undaunted
face looked up at his.
"J'pequious," answered Paul, not
without some sportsman's pride. sv'la
man cabotP'
And, upon that, unclasped the fin
fiers Of his left hand and exhibited
his prize-a fish. two-thirds Of an inch
in length, which, not even with the
waters closing fast around him. that
resolute little brown fist had relin-
pushed.
To be Continued.