Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1905-01-26
he SorCerer
Of St. Giles
slightly upward from his chest assn
BY PROF. WILLIAM II. PECK.

her IOFenedQ naQ SlTuCk VlOleully
against a sharp stone of his instructive
grapple with her jerked her over upon
him, and from cash across her brow
blood welled rapidly, and fell In drops
upon the face of Neil Bashfort during
the moment his half-upraised arm held
her limp form above his breast.
Sfames!" he exclaimed, with an
oath of surprise. What has
chanced?"
And pushing aside the insensible
woman with hasty violence, he sprang
to his feet, snatched pistol from his
belt under his plaid, and glared fierce
ly on every side.
He could see nothing save the over
turned bench and the unconscious
woman at his feet. At a distance of
five feet on every side Of him nothing
save mist greeted his eyes. Except the
hoarse, incessant and weird booming
of the surges as they smote the cliffs
base far below him. he could hear
nothing.
He could not locate the direction of
the sea. Had the bench not been over
turned and swung around during his
recent fail he might have been able to
say:
"The verge Of the cliff is there, and
the ruins of Dun Aengus are there;
for the bench faced the sea due south
when we sat down to watch, and
slept
But now the booming Of the sea
seemed to mock him with echoes from
invisible caverns amid the mist; and
whether the verge of the cliff was on
his right or his left, or before him or
behind him, Neil Bashfort could not
decide
well did they say to me in Galway:
Beware of getting under the beard of
the spirit of Aengus Cliff" he NUT
tered, after long moment of listening,
and then he turned about. "Did bah
BILE as slept-and did she hear?" he
continued, his hands nervously finger
ing, one the breech of his pistol, the
other the heft of his dagger, while his
eyes glared from beneath his bristling
red brows at his senseless wife. eff I
did, hope she is dead! If did, and
she is not dead. I will will"
What, he did not even mutter, but
murder then and there was doubtless
in his heart as step by step he drew
nearer to the woman
A scream in the air-a wall, or
shout, or a shrek, coming up from the
! sea.
Neil Bashfort recoiled pace from
the woman, and with a quick move
ment with both arms, drew his plaid
over his weapons, folding his arms
across his bosom and crouching to the
ground in guilty alarm.
He started about and listened. He
saw only mist. He heard only the
hoarse booming of the sea.
THE scream was the cry ola gull, :"
he thought, after a long moment of
silence. The other-what was it?"
The woman stirred, groaned. sat up,
pressed hand to her forehead, stared
vacantly at the stained palm, and said,
in husky voice:
Blood! Why, where am II"
Here, Martha Bashfort," said her
husband, standing erect again, but
keeping his drawn weapons concealed.
You are on the shelf of Dun Aengus
cliff. You and | were asleep here on
! this bench-at least / know that ere
I fell asleep, you were already so.
Well, while 1 slept, you awoke, eli
And would not have awakened
i 1oI y1,u are ever a suriy creature
when your sleep is cut SHORTCUT a
kind Of fright came upon me as could
| see nothing but this wall of mist
around me. and as | heard
She paused and looked wildly
around her, still seated upon the
rocky ground.
l Heard me say something in INV
sleep, eh? put in Bashfort, his face
4 again lowering and his eyes rolling
4 warily on every side of him..
No swear by all that I c:eem good
land holy Neil Bashfort!" almost
shrieked Martha, terrified by the ex-
preston Of his face. s No, as God is to
be my judge hereafter, swear / heard
YOU
Heard me say ha what? what ~
exclaimed Bashfort, as he showed his
weapons and bent threateningly to.
ward her.
Nothing thing SO help me
heaven. Mercyi do not harm me, hus.
band! moaned Martha, covering as
The leaned and stopped toward her
He glared into her uptnrned eyes
I keenly for Z long; moment, as if striy.
4 ing Ito pierce to the deepest hidden Sc.
I crets % her brain, and then said harsh
4 liz:
Get up and Sit on the bench, WON
! i an Il is we'll for you that believe
YOU or that I have never caught Vol,
4 lying to me. Let me see your hurt. Z z
You shot out your clutch at me like
reused tiger, and dragged me over
with you, replied Martha, sul1enly, as
she bound about her forehead q strip
81 stun she tore from the skirt of her
dress. 81 unde stand II Ill now! How
long was sens less r., s;s &
Ten minutes Or ID Hint yrhv dis5