Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1905-07-06
CHAPTER xv,l.-(centinued.)

fad prepared for them some time be
fore.
"Bashfort's spy-glass! Where is it.
woman" demanded Lord Genlis, in
furious haste.
"He keeps it in his chest there, my
lord,' said Martha, pointing to a great
oaken chest in one corner of the kitch-
en-. ut is locked, and he has the key
Locked" roared Lord Genlis,
snatching up an IKE and plying at the
chest with fury. "Tll soon unlock it,
And in a moment he had the chest
open and the spy-glass in his hand.
Follow, me, woman! l fear Capt
Osred is dead, for he has ralen over
the cliff"
And with these words he darted
away.
Martha, as she hurried after her lord.
did not say that devils work was
to come of all these dark doings?"
"Ho!" muttered Sosia, who was at
the spying place above the kitchen,
which he had selected as an excellent
spot whence to hear the result of the
search for Helen on the cllif. $50
Capt Osred has fallen over the cliff!
What have they been doing? They
have been very long time away I
imagined some of them might attempt
to descend the face of the cliff, but
| thought only Bashfort would dare
do that. Well, whoever survives will
"a II n fhic lyifohnr will
main here to learn what has happen
ed. My two innocents in the cave may
still be asleep. At least I know they
will keep very quiet down there till
long after night sets in
OF the terrible struggle between
Bashfort and Clarence the sorcerer
suspected nothing. He was watching
the movements Of Martha, and pa
tiently awaiting the return Of the 9TH
ers from the cliff while that struggle
was going on.
Martha, more feet OF foot than Lord
Genlis, overlook the lord ere he had
left the hall of the building, and, as
they ran on side by side toward the
platform of the cliff, he told her, gasp.
ingly and briefly, what had happened.
"Bashfort Is the cause of it, said
Lord Genlis, as he again arrived at
the bank of the cliff, and hurriedly
adjusted the lenses of his glasses;
'and he shall die for his carelessness!
No doubt he found Helen Beauclair's
body, fastened it to the rope, and then
carelessly permitted it to fall, so that
its weight and the sudden tightening
of the rope jerked my unfortunate son
over the cliff"
Martha. PROSTATE on her bosom,
thrust her head over the brink and
gazed downward.
The wierd shrieks of the phantom
of the mist, which heard yesterday"
she muttered, were not for nothing.
They were warnings from old White
Beard Of Aengus Cliff, as they call the
spirit that haunts this place-warn-
ings of intended death to some of us!
Sosia is dead!-the four sailors are
dead!-the young lady is dead!-and
now MILFORD Osred is dead! And all
within twenty-four hours! 'Tis no
wonder the spirit OF the cliff thrice
shrieked, 'Beware!'"
'Ah, he is dead!' here groaned
Lord Genlis, who had meanwhile been
gazing through the spy-glass at the
pallid face below. "My blacklist
hells blacklist curse upon the soul OF
Neil Bashfort! Bashfort!" he shout
ed. Where are you, scoundrel? Why
do you not show yourself? You have
killed my son! Do you hear, wretch!
You have killed Wilfred Osred!'
And half crazed with grief and rage,
Lord Genlis hurled mingled curses,
commands and impFecations at dead
and unseen Bashfort.
"But, my lord" said Martha, now
grasping the slack rope and beginning
to- draw it up, "if Bashfort fastened
the young lady's body to this rope,
what has become of it? There is no
weight at its end below.
How do know? Draw UP the
rope. Where is that scoundrel Bash.
fort Z"
Perhaps he Is badly hurt, my lord;
or. certainly, is he heard you, he would
reply, ii he could" said Martha. who
|. was rapidly drawing up the slack Of
the rope; ''or perhaps the young lady's
poor body slipped from its fastening.
has again fallen clear tot the base OF
the cliff, and Bashfort has gone down
after It again. knowing nothing OF
what has CHANGED here
1t may be so. We can wait for
time. i cannot recover my sons body.
without Bashfort's aid" groaned Lord
Genlis.
And giving way to grief and rage,
he filled the air with groans Of agony
and then with wild imprecations upon
the souls Of zeno ,sosia, Helen Beau
clair, Bashfort and the scheme that
had resulted SO terribly for him.
Meanwhile Martha continued to
draw up the rope, and ere the moose
lGr that part which had heen the
snoosel was in her hands she saw that
It was red with blood.
Th!aking far different from the
truth. she shuddered, and soon had the
end OF the rope close under her eve.
The blight Of the moose had slipped
check up to the knot that had formed
Its loop, and Martha saw, In what re.
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