Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1905-05-22
CHAPTER XXX.-(Continued)

Qor, III chamber more S0mber ana
gloomy than any we have visited. was
Judith. She is lying back listlessly, in
an easy chair. with her red rair loosely
falling around her pallid. worn face.
The tears roll down her cheeks. at in
teryals. in large, heavy drops. She Is
weeping over the ashes of love, over
wrecked hopes. and lost life. Heavily
over her broods the spirit of the night.
bodng of death.
AS the night advances. the clouds
have it all their own way, yelling the
sky with profound darkness; and the
winds wax fercer Tie air is filled with
tile alternate shrieks. and sobs of terri
fled nature. There is heavy rain. with
which the monster sports. dashing it, and
whirling it, and scattering it i'll gusts,
and eddies. and masses.
Heavy footsteps upon the carriage
drive; but the tempest absorbs every
sound into itself Over the gravel,
which stands out lightly from the black
ness that encompasses it. moves a
large. dark, numbering object. 1t is a
man, bearing another. seemingly sense
less, upon his back. Slowly, staggering
and swaying at times under the weight
and the wind, he advances to the hall
door. There he lays down his burden,
and seems to ponder for n moment. Then
he walks cautiously round the house,
looking up at all the windows. There
Is faint light in two. but seemingly
emitted only by night tapers. All seem
10 be sleeping.
He cautiously tries the windows upon
the ground floor. All were securely fast
In, tha 1,,rtt1 ft,nr
was smaller window, like that of a
pantry. With his diamond ring he cut
out one of the panes Of glass, put his
arm through the cavity and with some
difficulty succeeded in reaching the fast
ening that secured the sash. He raised
the window and crept through. He took
a lantern and some matches from his
pocket and struck light
1t was not pantry he was in, but a
small bedroom. Passing out at the door,
he found himself in the servants offices.
He took off his boots and crept noise
lessly along the passage, until he reached
the corridor. He halted at Silas Cars
tons door and listened. with his ear
to the keyhole. All seemed quiet.
He assembled the stairs. AS he reach
ed the first corridor he became sensible
OF strong, pungent odor and misti-
ness in the air, like smoke. He looked
about him for some cause and crept fur
Their along the corridor. Beneath the
door. and through the keyhole Of one
Of the rooms, shOne a red glow.
Great heavens. had accident anticipat-
ed his intention? Was this fire? He
turned the handle Of the door-it was
not locked His doubts were solved in
an instant. A body of hot. binding
smoke rushed into his face, nearly over
towering him. The room was in flames!
Hanging across the arm of chair was
the body Of man, either dead or in
sensible. Lost and awe-stricken. Rod
well stood helpless and transfxed, gaz-
Ing upon the awful sight.
At that moment Judith. hurrying out
of her room, appeared upon the scene.
Miles away, a carriage containing an
old gentleman is speeding furiously along
the Essex road. Upon the box are two
policemen.
On through the pelting rain and the
rushing wind, beneath the shadows of
overhanging trees and along the open
road, the soaked. blinded driver, scarce
ly able to see yard before him, gallops
the horses.
Look, look" cries a policeman, sud
denly pointing ahead.
There is a glare rising up in the black
sky-a wavering, red glare, that bright
ems and fades, fades and brightens.
The old gentleman within, who. spite
OF the storm. is continually putting his
head out of the window to see what
progress is being made. sees it, too.
Easter faster, for heavens sake he
cries. "Do you not see that fire? 1t
must be the Manor House; there is no
other house near"
What is that dark object advancing
so swiftly towards them: A horse. gal
Looping furously, darts past like an ar
row, and is lost in the darkness.
What is that" cries the old gentle
man, looking out of the window again.
But only the wind hears his voice.
The glare in the sky grows stronger,
nearer. Up rise showers of sparks. and
UP rolls the red smoke, and faster and
faster speed the horses. until they seem
running race with the wind. match
Ing themselves against the tempest.
judith ana lt0dWell race one another
but only for an instant. With cry
Of agony she PUSHES towards her faith
er. The fire surrounds him now. screen
ing him from all human help. The flames
aud smoke drive her back with their
scorching breath. With wild fury, she
turns upon Rodwel Recovered from
his momentary panic, he is flying; but
as he reaches the head of the stairs, she
Is upon him, with the grip OF a tigress,
and calling wildly for help.
He struggles fiercely. twines his fin
gers In her long hair, and with the
other hand rains heavy blows upon her
head and face; but still she holds on,
never ceasing her wild cries for help.
Other cries begin to mingle with hers
and the sounds OF battering at doors
The prisoners are aroused to a sense of
their danger. as well as the servants be-
low. He will be detected. after all, and
through this wild cat of woman. Sud
denly there is a dull thud-her voice Is
silenced-he has hurled her over the
bausters.
Down the stairs he springs. In the
hall he meets the two terrified servant.
In their night dresses. who scream and
run back. Quick as lightning he shoot.
back the ponderous bolts of the door
and the next moment is flying along the
graveled drive. through the iron gates