The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-03-15

He recalled the familier jingle of the
hansOms sCampering along PiccadiIIy.
the more stately pace of the private
carriages crossing the park. Was il
possible that in the world of today
the world Of telegraphs and express
trains, of the neWspaD and the mo-
tor car-twO inoffensive human beings
could be done to death so shamefuIly
and openly as would be the fate OF
Iris and himself if they fell into the
hands Of these savages! 1t was in
conceivable, intOlerable! But it was
true!
And then, by an odd trick of mem
DRY, his mind reverted, not to the York
shire manor he learnt to love as a boy,
but to a little French inland town
where he once passed a summer holt
day intent on improving his knowledge
Of the language. Interior France is
even more remote, more secluded, more
provincial than agricultural England.
There no breath of the outer world ir-
| trudes. All is labOTiOus, circumspect,
trtfle pOyeTty-stTicken, but beauti-
fled by an Arcadian simplicity. Yet
one memorable day, when walking by
the banks of a river, ne came upOn
three men dragging from out a pool tho
water-soaked body Of young girl into
whose fair forehead the blunt knob
often seen on the back of an old-fash-
Toned axe had been driven with cruel
force. So, even in that tiny old-world
hamlet, murder and lust could stalk
hand in hand.
He shuddered. Why did such a hate
full vision trouble him? ResoluteIy ban
ming the raven-winged spectre, he sid
back down the ledge and gently wax
ened Iris. She sat up instantly and
gazed at him with wondering eyes.
Fearful lest she should forget her
surroundings, he placed a warning fiFgsa
ger on his lips.
oh" she said in a whisper. "are they
/ stin here?"
/ He told her what had happened and
/ suggested that they should have some
1 thing to eat whilst the coast was ciea r
/ beneath. She needed no second bid
/ ding. for the long vigil of the previous
night had mad her very hungry, and
/ the two breakfasted right royalty on
biscuit. cold fowl, ham and good wa
/ ter.
/ In this, the inner section of their ref
I uge, they could be seen only by bird
/ or by u man standing on the distant
rocky shelf that formed the southern
/ extremity of the opposite cliff, and the
sailor kept a close lookout in that di-
rection.
Iris was about to throw the remains
/ of the feast into an empty oil tin pro-
vided for the refuse when jerks re-
strained her.
! NO" he said, smilingly. Scraps
should be the first course next time.
[ We must not waste an atom of food"
How thoughtless of mer she ex-
claimed. please tell me you think
they will go away today"
But the sailor flung himself Oh the
ledge and grasped a Lee-M etfOrd.
BE STILL on your life he said.
Squeeze into your corner. There is a
( Dyak on the opposite cliff. "
( True enough, a man had climbed TO
that unhappily placed rocky table and
was shouting something to a confrere
high on the cliff over their heads As
yet ne had not seen them. nor even
noticed the place where they were con-
ceaIed. The sailor imagined from the
/ Dyak's gestures. that he was commu-
nicating the Uselessness of further
search on the western part of the ISL
and.
When the conversation ceased ne
hoped the lOud-vOiced savage would de-
scend. But no. The scout looked, into
the valley, at the well, the house, the
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