The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1909-12-21
CHAPTER VII.
Continued.


was. double offense, madame-he
carried in his fight John Hatton's
money, and George st. Georges
wife!"
She writhed.
But che law gave you speedy
release from me.
Eyes, and / am grateful to the
law!"
Perhaps she had hoped for softer
answer She broke out passionately:
Would to God you had followed
and killed us both when your anger
was newt"
Il should have done so, but for the
message you left me, saying that
Trevor meant to marry you as soon as
you were free. For Basirs sake, !
wished him to live and marry you.
He did marry you, and that was well.
But, rest assured, shall yet kill him.
For five years ! have kept myself in
formed of all his movements. He
will never go so far that cannot find
him. Our reckoning day has been
delayed-but only delayed-bear that
In mind"
A bitter laugh escaped her.
You cannot disturb me by threats
against Philip Trevor. God knows
my love for him died long ago, but
the punishment that followed it still
continues. am kept on this rock
, alone with man that / now fear and
loathe-a half-mad tyrant, whose
slave am. And my sin is ever be-
fore me. I am thinking continually
of you--of Basil-of my fallen estate.
Oh, my Godi" She clutched des-
perately at her throat. why do I
talk like this? That which is past
is past! We must not stand here
longer-sinister eyes are watching
everywhere. We shall be discovered.
His servants dog my steps-keep me
under constant espionage. Tell me,
st. George, have / melted you to
pity? Will you take me to Watch
haven with you to-night-will you
deliver me from Deadman's Island
and the man who rules it,"
He stood like stone. This woman
had once borne his name-she had
deserted and dishonored him. He
had cast her out of his heart, and the
law had freed him from her, but her
appeal did not leave him unmoved.
Are you ready?" he asked, at last.
yes"
do you wish to take anything with
your"
no." she shuddered, @let all his
gifts to ME perish with him."
Edith" st. George spoke with
sudden, grim decision. II know of
one way-the best of alli-by which
/ can free yon forever from Philip
Trevor. 1t is high time, think, that
/ employed it. Where can / find the
man tonight"
She grasped his arm nervously.
you must not! He is sick-in
bed. Would you kill even your worst
enemy in that condition."
Il would kill him wherever j saw
him, Edith. There is also another
person to be remembered-Mi Hat
ton. She, too, may need assistance
in leaving this island!"
The uppermost thought in Mrs.
Trevor's mind was her own escape.
she cried out in alarm:
"If you wait for all this, ] am lost 1!
did not call you here to settle old
scores with Trevor, or to help Miss
Hatton, but to save me-Basils
mother! Will Philip Trevor and his
servants make no resistance? Will
they permit me to go peaceably away
with you? Never! If you are to
take me from Deadman's, it must be
by stealth, and immediately When
once am in Watchhaven. you can re-
turn and do as you will here. "
He did not seem much pleased.
While he hesitated, she gave a sud-
den start
Z "Hark! I hear footsteps" she
said. Some one is spying upon us!
and look! the moon is rising-we
shall be seen from the pier, Last
night dreamed ! was dead and
Philip Trevor was digging my grave
on this very beach.
"You are hysterical," said st.
George, sharply very well, since
you will have it SO, will first make
sure of your safety. No doubt it is
best that l should not imperil that
by any consideration for Miss Hat
ton.
He turned to make for his boat.
At the same moment, the moon broke
like great lamp from a bank of
eastern clouds, Deadman's Island
emerged from darkness and was
bathed in sudden flood of light.
Then it was that Jacqueline, invol-
untary listener in the cleft of rock.
heard rafting of pebbles overhead
and looking up, she saw Joe Raby,
the skipper, leaning over the granite
verge above her. like wild beast
ready to spring. The moon shone on
the gold rings in his ears, and the red
handkerchief, knotted like a gallow' 8
moose about his brawny throat. He
held pistol in one hand, and his
wicked eyes were fixed on the man
and woman there on the beach be-
low
Stop, Mrs. Trevorl" he called.
The unhappy lady knew the voice.
A shrek rose to her lips, but was
promptly smothered, for Peter of the
cross eyes had leaped nimbly from
the shadow of the finty boulders and
flung sailcloth over her head ST.
George, in the act of pushing OF his
boat. wheeled about and rushed like
whirlwind on Peter.
"Shoot, joel shouted the man Of
the crooked eyes shoot, my
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