Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1905-04-13

see nothing now except the surface Oh
the water The body has sunk. Doubt
less the wheel struck it, carried 1T to
the bottom and now holds it down. my
lord" said Bashfort; and as he ceased
speaking he began to draw up his
torch.
Here, Bashfort," said Lord Genlis,
who had passed around the opening
to the ragged window beyond it. Help
me with this stone sill. We will make
sure of him."
Bashfort, having drawn up his torch,
obeyed. and he and his master threw
into the well not only the massive
stone sill of the window, but bricks
and tiles and hearthstones of an old
Osred, growing impatient, exclaimed:
Come! Had the man had forty
lives you would have destroyed all by
this time. am hungry and faint, and
nearly in fever for want of sleep"
We'll, think he is safe enough, !"
remarked Lord Genlis, as he wiped his
steaming brow.
mo doubt of that, my lord" replied
Bashfort. But l wish l knew where
to find those hidden boards of thou
sands he spoke of. I'd like to be his
heir"
"Of course you have prepared a
room for u.s." asked Capt. Osred COR
is that which Miss Beauclair is in the
only furnished apartment in this vile
old edifice?"
ooh, never fear, sir" replied Bash
fort. 81 had my orders from my lord
what to do, and to prepare a room for
his own use and yours, sir, on the
same floor as that of the young lady
1t is a pity she is delrious, or else
Martha might leave her long enough
to get you up q famous supper from
the stores | purchased in Galway. But
| am no mean cook myself, as my
lord well knows"
ut is a pity that the young lady is
delirious," remarked Lord Genlis,
breaking in upon what Bashfort was
saying, "else tomorrow l would have
some one from Killeany, or from Xii.
roman, to make you, MILFORD, and Hell
en- Beauclair man and wife-for we
must take good care to make the mar
riage knot "a firm one"
Il would rather win her heart be-
fore than after marriage" said Capt.
Osred. when first saw her in Lon
don, and before | knew that she was
the heiress of whom you had written
to me while | was in Holland, be-
came passionately in love with her
beauty"
Il knew you would" replied Lord
Genlis, with much animation, land so
pointed her out to you without first
telling you that she was that hei1ess
whose great wealth, in our hands,
would win pardon from the king,
both from you. and for me-for you,
for handling the kings money too
freely at the gambling table while YOU
were the treasurer of your regiment
for me, for my share in plots of which
we need not speak now"
ooh, as for that" remarked Capt.
Osred, tlippantly, had the wife YOU
intended for me been as ugly as He
cate herself but as rich as Helen
Beauclair's uncle had made her, |
should not have refused to go with
you, hand-in-hand, in any scheme by
which I might purchase my way back
to the gay life and good station that
once We're mine in London But now
passion for the lady herself urges me
on. Yet | wish that it were as we
hoped
In what?"
That she loved no one-that this
Clarence Darrell, of whom Sosia spoke
had never won her love-"
Sosia lied"
Nay-you forget her words and rec.
ognition of the miniature. 1t is very
plain that ! must make her forget
Clarence Darrell eer can win her
love"
THAT forfher love!" said Lord Gen.
lis, swapping his fingers, with a ges.
ture of disdain-"t that for her lover.
too! He is locked up yonder in Lon.
don,' If what the sorcerer said was
true-and, doubtless, in that. he did
not lie. But let us follow Bashfort.
Tor. like you. | am famously famished
and feel that shall eat with a noble
zest since that shrewd villain is dead !.
Bashfort had already left the room,
while the others had fingered to ex-
change a few wordsworth which
were greedily heard by concealed
Clarence.
The scar of that blow that scoun-
drel Clarence Darrell gave me-" said
Capt. Osred, as he followed his father.
lis still plain on my cheek. The ras.
cally engrayer must have worn large
ring on the hand with which he struck
me. for my cheek was gashed to the
bone,
Well, wed the woman he loves. and
you will give him that cash upon the
heart which Zeno sosia seemed to de.
sire to strike there said Lord Genlis.
as they moved away; and Clarence
Darrell could hear no more Of their
conversation.
So. thought the concealed lover.
Helen Is here somewhere In this an.
Gent building and delirious. Deliri.
snflSs mi a., !. ~