Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-02-11

voice of Peg, from within.
My wife," answered Vincent.
A chain ratified. The door swung
back a few inches, and in the aperture
stood Peg, grim as fate, holding in one
hand a double barreled shotgun.
Turn about, Vincent Hawkstone,"
she said, sternly, and ride back to
Tempest Hall, for you'll never get Jet
ia Ravenel. so long as I can stand be-
tween you"
II demand my wife!" shouted Vim
cent; "the girl that 1 have lawfully
married.
"Unlawfully, you scoundrel! by the
meanest fraud"
"She Is here, and l will have her,
or batter your house down about your
ears, Peg! 1 am lord of this island
now, and everything upon it-Prince
Lucifer can no longer help or avenge
her"
Don't be so sure of that! The dead
can avenge, as we'll as the living. This
you may yet learn to your cost"
He shuddered involuntarily, then
glared down at her from the saddle in
a transport of rage.
Il demand not only my wife, but
Beatrice Hawkstone, of whom / am
now the natural guardian, being her
nearest of kin. Ny cousins burial will
take place .tomoFrow-the- child, must
attend. What do you mean by hiding
her here? Bring her out at once!"
"T'n send you to find Prince Lucifer,
answered Peg, dryly. Hurry Basil
Hawkstone into his grave, and seize his
possessions, but his daughter you Will
not have; for, by the Lord, have serV-
ed the race of Hawkstone too long
and we'll to turn traitor to the last and
weakest Of them in an hour like this.
He swung himself out of the saddle.
"Open that door" he roared. do
tween, hag? I'm coming in there to
see the child, and to have speech with
my wife"
Peg cooked her gun.
"Tn send you to find Prince Lucifer
the moment your foot touches the
Threshold" she cried.
A slim hand drew the brown woman
gently to one side. Jetta Ravenel slip
ped suddenly into Pegs place, and look
ed out through the opening at the wild
young scamp who claimed her as his
wife.
His voice died in his throat-he star
ed at her blankly. Prince Lucifer, dead
at Tempest Hall, had no whittier face!
The lightning-stroke of an awful grief
had quenched all hope, all joy, in the
great fearless eyes, and put strange
stony lines about the soft young lips
1t was a changed, unrecognizable Jetta
who stood there with the dignity of a
supreme sorrow upon her, her pale face
shining starlike in its cloud Of raven
hair-looking out on Vincent AS though
she saw him not
Great God. Jetta!" he gasped; and
then. with a burst of passion: Il see!
You have been mourning for Basil
Won are heart broken at his sudden
taking -off-you are now sorry, perhaps
that you ever refused to marry him.
Yes" she answered. in a hard, cold
voice: from my soul, l am sorry"
We'll. a dead rival need trouble nc
man. Come to me, Jetta!-come, ano
be the lady of Tempest Hall. No wo'
man was ever loved as you shall be
Ioved--set your foot on my neck, If yot
like-do with me as you will an
hopelessly in your power-even my sins
have been committed for your sake.
have periled my very soul for you
Are you a woman, Jetta Ravenel, anc
have you no pity for me?-do you no
see that you are driving me mad?"
He was gazing at her wonderfu
white beauty with devouring eyes. Al
agony of yearning appeared in hi:
handsome. reckless face. He had done
all manner of evil, in the hope of gain
ing possession of her, and as yet 1t hat
availed nothing-she was further ava!
from him than ever.
Come, Jetta." he urged, tenderly
and bring little Bee with you. Ever!
foot of this island is mine-every house
upon it. 1 can force an entrance here
at any moment-do not goad me to dc
things which might hereafter regret
which, you perhaps, would never tor
give. You cannot escape me-you can
not leave the island, for / have taKei
possession of every boat upon it, evel
to the one belonging to Peg, whlch'
dare say. she has already missed IRON
the creek Come back to Tempes
Hall! What is my INTERCHANGEABLE
is life itself without you? Jetta, m!
darling, GOMEZ"
He held out his impassioned arm
to her. She looked at him in ston,
horror.
y deny you to your face" she an
swered Il am not your wife. Never
on this side of the grave, shall you haV
either Basil HawkstOne's daughter o
the woman that Basil Hawkstone loved
When you lay him in the grave tomor
row, remember this: my heart will b
there with him-you will bury with hin
all that is vital Of me-youth, hope