The Washington times., 1905-12-10

streamed i'm wild splendor
from a crevass in the
ranges of cloudland- The
light that FURNISHED the
sea glowed upon the Polleven cliffs.
tinging with fire the breakers at their
feet; ii threw fierce shadows among
the clustered cottages of the Cornish
isherfolk. and painted a richer scarlet
on the sails of the trawlers huddled
beneath the sheltering arm of the lit
tie quay. II was scene that rises
before me. as ] write, with a curious
detail. though, indeed, at the time l
took no pains to observe il. For on
that departing vessel was he whom we
had chased across Europe, madman as
we supposed, murderer as we knew
him TO be. We had saved an innocent
girl from his vendetta, and in my
heart i thanked Providence FOR that
mercy; but Rudolf Marnae. the Heidel-
berg professor. was still free free with
fresh schemes of vengeance against
his scientific opponents Matching in his
twisted brain, and with all the wisdom
of his great learning 10 help him in
his deadly purposes.
so this is the end of your clever
plans," / cried, turning saVagely on
my burly cousin. He has escaped
again. got clear away. What are you
going to do? Shall we followshim?'
In the face of the Storm
why Motif that is the best you can
suggestP''
You have changed. my little cousin.
said he. regarding me with a. kindly
look. though, indeed, my words had
been unmannerly. The fates have
l.
student at Heidelberg Just twelve days
ago. How that youngster grumbled at
prospective discomfortsi How he
shrank from the thought Of being
mixed up in business that was bet
ter left 10 the policeg Do you remem-
ber?"
Don't we waste time2' said l.
Perhaps. Ahi here she comes-just
the thing for which / was hoping"
Running down the village street
came Miss Weston. with three or four
men behind her. We met her at the
entrance to the quay.
'Welli have you caught him?'' she
painted
NO: there he goes" Ny cousin
pointed an arm at the distant sail.
"Oh, thank GodH' she exclaimed
earnestly. II knew he was armed.
and l WAS so afraid for the brave men
who had saved my father and me-"
She looked from one TO the other of
us with an honest gratitude in her
eyes that to are seemed worth the
risk of all the dangers in the world.
And Dr. Weston?' asked my cousin.
My father is no more; but of course
] did not tell him all He imagines
that / was annoyed by some tramp,
iii oh
the cottage in the future. You and
your friend must come back with me,
Sir Henry. / want to introduce you 10
him..
Some other time. | hope. At pres
ent this young firebrand insists that
we should follow Marnac by sea"
THAT is quite impossible. sir" she
said. turning upon me with an anxious
look Il have enough experience of the
weather to know that a storm is COM
ing | am certain that Sir Henry
Graden will help me 10 dissuade you"
II am afraid not. Miss Weston"
broke in my cousin before l could re-
ply. 1--WE have been like -over-eager
hounds. losing the scent by flashing for
ward too quickly 1t must be sheer,
dogged hunting now, and no more cut
ting off corners. BY the way, there Is
little fact which one OF you can tell
me ne said. turning TO the little group
that hung behind her skirts watching
us with a buconc interest. Did the
Agnes Jane yonder carry provisions on
board?'
Surely, zur,' said one who stood a
little forward Of the rest-a stout.
bearded man with face as brown and
scanned as a withered cider apple.
Mark Pennyfold, as Is owner, was
telling about this furrin gent only last
night down tn the Plough Inn r al
lowed i'm to be a funny Zort of toad.
yur g ad is orders to keep a weeks
vittes on board, though the reason
was passin' his understanding"
Would Pennyfold take trip TO
France II he were asked2'
Surely, zur, ef e be paid accordin'.
r be most mazed on the color OF bit b
OF gold is Mark
THAT settles IL. Miss Weston
continued Graden in his short, busi-
nesslke way. Now please TO remem-
Der my Instructions You have the
facts concerning Prof Marhac in my
letter. Lay an Information against him
for an attempt on your life, and see
that the county authorities circulate
his description along the coast / don't
think there Is the slightest chance that
he will return TO trouble you. but be
on your guard. and have a man 10
sleep in the house Now, my lads. who
has the swiftest boat in the harbor2"
Now you be askin' a question" said
their spokesman glOOmily. You see il
be this wise. AT the regatty, as my
Pride o. Cornwall was reaching for the
west buoy, there comes all OF sudden
like, a girt wind from over the eastern
beacon which,"
He means, Sir Henry. that his boat
is reckoned the fastest, but at the re-
gatta she was disabled in a sQuall"
broke I'm Miss Weston. interrupting a
story which was evidently familiar i'm
its length and detail. This is Sir
Henry Graden, Isaac Treherne, and he
IS trying to capture the wicked man
in the Agnes Jane yOnder, the man
who as ! told you. tried to kill me
VIII you take him in The Pride OF Corn
wall?'
Isaac WAS "A study OF indecislon. He
twisted up his mouth. scratched his
head. regarded the sunset attentively,
and kicked a pebble over the edge Of
the quay.