The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1906-11-30
thrash him till he gives II up, and tax

thrash him till he gives It mp, and take
the consequences"
| He meant what he said--he always
did-and followed him, with unpleasant
visions Of summons at Bow street and
caustie paragraphs in the evening papers
! But we were In luck. Mr. Relies had
retired to the Athenaeum for his tea, and
in the assistant editor, who received us,
recognized an old acquaintance. He
was clever young Scot named Raeburn.
who had lived on my staircase at Cam
bridge, and rewed bow to my two In the
college eight. Ho appeared delighted to
see me, and became duly impressed when
introduced him to my distinguished
cousin.
| is there anything can do for your
he asked me, after few minutes Of the
conversation usual In such circum-
stances.
Evidently he had no knowledge Of our
previous visit.
"Sir Henry here Is anxious for the
name and address Of 'Cantab.' You will
recollsct the man l mean; he contributed
an article to your August number"
|
Of course, with you 1t doesn't matter.
He Is DIR. Weston, the Regius Professor
Of Physie at Cambridge. The old gen.
| tieman has been very seedy, hear, and
is down at Polieven. on the Cornish
coast, for the winter. That article seems
to have attracted lot Of attention. l
had an old fellow here kicking up fuss
about 1t less than week ago"
| "What did he want to know broke
In Graden sharply.
| 1T was q long rigamarole Of q story,
but 1t boiled down to this: that we were
charged with hopelessly misprinting DR..
Weston's MSS. To get rid Of the cid
| boy. sent up for the original copy OF
the article and showed 1t to him. He
kwent away quite satisfied after that"
did he mention DIR. Weston's nameT
mo. That .s-I-''
did your
"Yes, l believe / did. But took It
that he knew 1t already. Halfol Any
thing wrongT
Raeburn has since admitted his doubts
as to our sanity; for without another
word my cousin rushed from the room,
and followed at his heels.
CHAPTER XVI
From the Review ONCE to our hotei
was not great distance, and this We ran,
regardless Of the indignation Of jostled
wayfarers. My cousin plunged int the
smoking-room and seized Bradshaw. l
looked over his shoulder with an equal
excitement. The next express from Pad
dington was at midnight, and II was
timed to arrive at the nearest station
to Polleven that the. map showed US by
| twelve-thirty the following morning. But
that village itself was distant by road
a good fifteen miles from the station.
With Cornish hills we sheuld be lucky
If we arrived there by three in the after
noon. The postal guide informed US that
our letter Of warning would be deliv-
cred about twelve o'clock next day. A
telegram--for there was no wire to Pole
ven - would scarcely arrive earlier.
| There was nothing more to be done.
1t was, indeed, shortly before three
o'clock that our carriage groaned and
screeched its way down the steep descent
into Polleven village. At the inn we
soon discovered the direction Of DIR.
Weston's cottage, and, taking the advice
of the landlord as to the roughness of the
track thither, we left our carriage and
started off on foot After stiff climb
Of three-quarters of a mile between rug
ged cart ruts running with water from
the winter springs, We emerged into a
little glen. sparsely wooded. At the
further end, built on the higher ground,
we caught momentary glimpse of
building which we took to be the place
we sought. From our right, low, boom.
1 in haro fnld nf tsto nj hrao l.
ers on rock-bound coast.
| 1t was who FIRST saw her, a glimpse
Of white amongst the bare skeletons of
the stunted trees. Then at the turn of
the path we met her. Her face was pale
as fine linen, her eyes fixed and CLASSY,
her arms with her c.enched hands rigid
| by her sides. She might have been the
ghost of some great lady who had died
| by cruel wrong. So blindly did she walk
that l believe she would have passed
US if Graden had not sprung forward
and barred her way.
She woke as a sleep-walker wakes,
with shuddering surprise. who are
youT she asked family. If she had
not grasped the branch of tree. l think
she would have fallen.
Are you a relation of DIR. Weston's2 r.
asked Graden very softly and kindly.
His daughter"
"And you gof"
| 'To kill myself. Oh, NOR she burst
out az she sprang forward. sit Is no
good! You cannot help me. The villain
sits in the porch, waiting and watching.
If delay, he will kill-my father-my
poor old father. who is 30 LII! Let me
gc-to the clif-let me 90. sayr'
Graden slipped his arm round her
waist, and from his great height looked
down at her with those honest blue eyes
of his that made every child his friend
at once.
IT am old enough to be your father,
DEAR" he said. "You can trust me, can't
you? Yes, yes, knew 1t. Now tell me
what have you to dor'
He is waiting in the porch" she an
swered him. IF he doesn't see me throw