The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1909-12-07


windows which SIZE knew belonged
to the stone house.
Peter pounded after her over the
uneven ground, muttering to himself,
but she continued on, never turning
her head. At the first rise in the
rocky path she brought up against
Skipper Joe, who was hurrying from
the direction of the house. He car
ried his hurt hand in sling, and
there was an ugly frown on his face.
"Out of my way, miss!" he said,
gruffly, and then to Peter: I've been
looking for you at the house, you
lubber! Mr.. Trevor is in fit on the
beach, and not doctor within TWEEN
ty miles sailing, and the old sloop's
leaking like a sieve. Come along,
and bring him indoorsi
Bring him yourself!" answered
Peter, in surly tone.
with my smashed flippers, you
fool? Lively now, or you'll find your
master a corpse on the sand.
'It's all / can do to watch the wo-
man, without looking after Trevor"
growled Peter. What's he been do
ing to get a fit? But you needn't
tell mel know heard the
screechi"
AS the pair clattered down the
rocky slope together the voice of Joe
Raby was blown back to Jacqueline's
ears. "When's that girl going to
leave the island?'' And Peter re-
piled distinctly, mot at present-if
I can help it!'
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Jacqueline found the house door
unbarred, and gained her room with
out difficulty. Soon after she heard
heavy feet on the stair and knew
that Peter and the skipper had
brought Mr.. Trevor in. Woman like,
she now began to tremble. She had
meant no bodily harm to her enemy.
AS she was casting off her outer gar
ments rap sounded on her door.
Mrs. Trevor stepped into the cham
ber
She was gowned in white wool.
Full sleeves of lace fell back from
her thin but beautiful arms and belt
of jewels bound her slender waist.
Her face was, as usual, the color Of
her dress.
Miss Hatton,' she said, sharply.
"you have been walking about the Isl
land to-night-did you meet my hus-
band during your Walk"
II saw him on the beach at the
foot Of the rocks" replied Jacque-
line, coolly. "He did not see me-
What happened there to throw
him into his present state? / must
and will know!"
4 am quite ready to explain" an
swered Jacqueline, and in few
words she told the incident of the
evening. Mrs. Trevor listened, as I'M
moved as a statue.
You're presence at Deadman's is
driving him distraught, was her only
comment.
mot but his own SINS" retort-
ed Jacqueline.
Then you do not believe the story
he told you about your father?"
Not one word, =
Mrs. Trevor smiled, mirthlessly.
Which is the greater sinner-the
man who betrays his friend, or the
woman who betrays her husband?
know nothing about the charges
which you bring against Philip Tre-
vor-he does not confides such mat
tiers to me, and to tell the truth, I
care little whether he is guilty or in
nocent! If he has taken your money
you cannot. by any common means,
move him to restore it, but you can
drive him to do some desperate thing.
He is a victim of chronic melancholy.
1t was a mistake to isolate himself ON
this island-better the distraction Of
cities than solitude where the mind
preys constantly on itself! He is now
unconscious. Do not show yourself
to him again. In his overwrought
state he might do you harm. l can
not hold myself responsible for your
personal safety-my own is not al
ways secure There! I have warned
you! This much felt constrained to
do, since l could offer you no proper
protection"
Madame said Jacqueline, II
shall be only too glad to leave the
island as soon as boat can be pro-
vided for me- Believe me, have no
desire to meet Philip Trevor again
you cannot understand with what
loathing regard him"
II understand you perfectly" re-
piled Mrs. Trevor, with calmness.
LAS for conveying you to the main
land, 1 think the sloop ought to be
ready by tomorrow. Good night.
Minis Hatton-may you sleep WE'LL"
She left the chamber.
To be Continued
Yearning For Light.