The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1906-12-07
CHAPTNR xvI--(Continued. !

CHAPTER XvI.-(C ontinued.)
And so, her story ended, the brave girl
passed into the house, while we dashed
away In pursuit. My cousin stuck to his
work most manfully; but age viii tell,
and was a minute to the good when
stumbled into the parlor Of thu Inn. They
had not seen Mr.. Hermann, they told
me, since lunch-time; perhaps he was
down at his boat.
.sBoat--what boat7" gasped.
"Why, eur, said the landlords wife,
grinning at my eagerness, "the guild gen
tleman be mighty vond O. FAILING. an ne
hath hired Mark Pennyfold's noe trawl-
or, the Agnes Jane, for matter % two
months. And now comes to think on
II, 1 did hear Mary nay as how he an. his
rum were going out with Maistef Her
mann betwixt dree an your O'clock.
I ran down the narrow street towards
the quay. between the quaint cid cot
tages, with their fish stretched out to dry,
and their nets, fishing-boo and gear
tumbled before the deorsills. As !
reached the little breakwater the sun,
low on the west horizon, was throwing
great golden streamers through gaps IN
the purple clouds that were piled as hisn
as If a cataclysm Of Nature had set tne
Andes ON the Himalayas. From their
feet came gusts Of wind, fierce ana ICY
cold. Even to my shore-going eyes u
threatened dirty weather.
But had not time for cloud enects
There, fair in the glittering path that
the sun had daubed upon the waters a
red-sailed fshing-boat was running close
hauled to the sou'-westward. /.
"What boat Is thatf' asked LAD
who lounged against moorins-post %
my elbow.
.sThat, maister-whoi, It be Marx Fem
nyfold's Agnes Jane, 'er as was 'ired ~
the stranger from Lunnon, 'Ermann oy
name"
A hand fell on my shoulder. 1t was
Graden's. He had heard and understood.
And SO we two stood together watching
the red sails fade slowly into the gilt
tering haze Of the night and the storm
v.-THE AMMONIA CYLINDER.
CHAPTER XVII.
The sail crept forward down the rivel
Of sunset gold that streamed In wild
splendor from crevass In the ranges
Of cloudland. The light that FURNISHED
the sea glowed upon the Polleven cliffs
tinging with fire the breakers at theil
feet: it threw fierce shadows amongst tn
clustered cottages Of the Cornish fisher
folk. and painted a richer scarlet on tn
sails of the trawlers huddled beneath
the sheltering arm Of the little quay. !
was a scene that rises before me, AZ
write. wilma curious detail, though, In
deed, at the time / teok no pains to Oh
serve It. For on that departing vesse
was. he whom we had chased acros
Europe, mailman as we supposed, nun
derer as we knew him to BE-. We ha
saved an innocent girl fronthis vendetta
and In my heart / thanked Prcvidenc
for that mercy; but Rudolf Marnac, tn
Heidelberg professor, was still free, IRE
with fresh schemes Of vengeance agains
his scientific opponents Matching In hi
twisted brain, and with all the wisdom 9
his great learning to help him In hi
deadly purposes. s
$50 this Is the end Of your cleye
plapsl.' Il cried. turning sayagely on .
burly cousin. "he has escaped agaiI
rot clear away. What are you going
dor Shall We follow him? :" N
elm the face OF the stormT
"Why motif Tat Is the best you ca
suggestT''
"You have changed, my little cousin,
said he, regarding nae with kindly lool
though, indeed, my words had been nj
mannerly. 1.-THE Fates have played Il
very deuce with the sedate student
Heidelberg Just twelve days ago. Ho
that youngster grumbled at prospect,
discomforts! Hew he shrank from Il
the thought Of being mixed up in
business that was better left to the p
Heel Do you remember r
Don't we waste timer said l.
"Perhaps. All! here she comes--ju
the thing for which l was hoping.
Running down the village street car
Miss Weston, with three or four m
behind her. We met her at the entran
to the quay.
"Well! have you caught him" 8
painted. st'e
mo; there he goes" My cousin poll
cd an arm at the distant sail.
"Oh, thank Godv' she exclaimed eal
estly. "I knew he was armed, and
was SO afraid for the brave men who h
saved my father and me-"
She looked from one to the other
us with an honest gratitude In her ey
that to me seemed worth the risk Of
the dangers in the world.
"And DIR. Westonf" asked my cous
"My father Is no worse; but of coul
/ did not tell him all. He imagines Il
i was annoyed by some tramp, and
clares he will have a man about
cottage In the future. You and y,
friend must come back with me,
Henry. want to introduce you to hir
"Some other time. l hope. At pr
emit this young frebrand here insists t
we should follow Marnac BY sea-"
.sThat Is quite impossible, sir"
said, turning upon me with an anxi
look. 81 have enough experience Of
weather to know that storm Is conn
am certain that Sir Henry Graden
help me to dissuade you."
81 am afraid not, Miss Weston" br
In my cousin before could reply. |"
have been like over-eager hounds. loi
the scent by flashing forward too gu
ly. It must be sheer, logged hun
now, and no more cutting off corr
BY the way, there Is little fact WI
mariana one Of ven can tell me-" he /