The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1909-12-14


in the room He's in love with you
the fool! and he's bound you shan't
leave Deadman's. Mr.. Trevor is still
in bed, so at present, Peter has full
swing here"
"Oh, Vic!" gasped Jacqueline, all
the afternoon heard the noise in the
wall, but never dreamed you were at
tempting my release. Strange the
odious Peter has not discovered you'll"
Peter has other fish to fry to-day =
replied Vic. He's busy guarding
Mrs. Trevor. No man can watch
two women at once-not even if his
eyes are as crooked as Peters"
II am glad Mrs. Trevor had moth
ing to do with locking my door," re-
fiected Jacqueline.
''Lor', miss, she wouldn't care who
stayed or who went in this place, If
she could only get off herself. But
she'll never evade Peter. / needn't
tell you Deadman's is no place for you
any longer. Well try to slip out by
the back stair. Mrs. Trevor is in the
front of the house, and I'll bet Peter
amt far from her, so our best chance
is from the back. Cooks at her din
ner. She won't see anything till she's
finished it."
Vic drew Jacqueline into the room
to which the closet belonged an I'M
occupied chamber, stored with house
hold stuff.
This part of the house is seldom
used she explained, so had a rare
opportunity to pick away at the wall
without hindrance. Follow me, miss,
and If we're stopped we must show
fight, for you understand there can
be no backing out now-get off we
must, at any ccsti"
Jacqueline nodded assent. The
two tip-toed across the unoccupied
chamber into passage and down a
dark stair. They had almost reached
the bottom when voice near at hand
was heard shouting:
Where is that girl, Vic? Why are
not the lamps lighted here?"
1t was Peter BY sudden vigor-
GUS movement, Vic fiattened her com
panion against the wall and stepped
before her like a shield
Coming, Peteri" she answered,
briskly. Dear me, There's Mrs
Trevor calling, too! She's going out,
and Unjust help her dress
1.-THE deuce you must!" growled
Peter. He had struck a lucifer, but
the blue flame instantly disappeared
Curse the women!" he muttered,
and banged through some neighbor-
ing door and was gone.
Didn't / tell you he couldn't
watch two of the sex at once?'
chuckled Vic, as she caught Jacque-
lines hand. Quick! the darkness
will hide us. Here we are, miss"
She drew Jacqueline into a porch
The fresh night wind famed their
faces. They darted around corner
of the stone house, and in moment
were among the rocks.
''We'll have to sleep on Deadman's
tonight" said Vic, land you must
wait for me till can go back to the
house and fetch few supplies"
"Oh, don't venture into that dread
full place again!" gasped Jacqueline.
Peter may shut you up as he did
me. Never mind supplies-we will
do without them"
''You can't sleep out of doors with
out blankets, miss" persisted Vic.
Peter won't shut me up-not till
I've cracked his ugly head, anyway
Can you find the little beach where
~ FN1I S,1 .
YES said Jacqueline.
"Then go there and stay till l
come. Mind you stay out of sight
and make no sound. for the coast ain t
clear yet. l won't be long?"
ooh, Vic; don't leave mel"
II must. Miss Hatton, dear! Go
straight to the bit of beach, and let
nobody see you, and in half an hour,
at farthest, you'll hear me whistliE g
on the rocks"
She turned and ran back to the
house. Jacqueline. ashamed of her
momentary cowardice, went on to the
strip of sand which she had discov-
cred the previous night
Thank heaven, Her escape was an
| accomplished fact. She was out
under the great friendly sky, with
the free, sheltering darkness falling
upon her. The rocks afforded plenty
of hiding places. She espied cleft
betwixt two granite boulders, and
slipping into It. she waited, with such
patience as she possessed, for Vic.
A movement on the low, black
water Oars dipped, keel grated
against the strip of sand and mussel
shells. She saw the dim outline of a
boat, and the figure of man rising
in it--a stranger. altogether unlike
any inhabitant of Deadman's. He
beached his little craft, and advanc-
ing toward the rocks where Jacque-
line crouched, he looked around with
an air of expectation. No living
thing was in sight. He listened ST.
lence reigned everywhere. Then he
drew forth cigar case and struck
match. By this time he was very
near Jacquelines hiding place, and
the flash Of light showed her blond
face, with masterful gray eyes and a
profile like Roman medal. The
man was George st. George.
AS though unaccustomed to wait
ing he began to move up and down
with vast show of impattsnce, mis-
cigar went out and ne stopped to re-
light it. JacQueline Rugged the rock
like limpet, and watched the red
spark of the weed as it flashed hithel
and thither with the mans irregular
| movements.