Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1912-09-02


ing ralndrop with his eye.
That's Just IL We don't know"
said the duke.
But l must and herl" cried Lord
Cecil. 'grhink Of that poor girl alone
in this terrible place. storm coming up
and all that al. PenelopeF be shout
ed in bis most vociferous treble. The
shrieking wind replied Then the three
Of them shouted her name. Cad, she
may be lost or dead or Come on, Bar
minister. We must scour the whole
demmed valley"
"Hes like a wildcat tonight" said
the duke in an aside TO the little
Frenchman. referring to his ordship.
"Demme. I'd rather not cross him.
You seem to forget that his sister Is
out in all this fury"
"Mon Dieu, but / do not forget ]
would give half my life 10 hold her in
my arms thees eenstan'."
Dem you. sir. I'd give her the other
half II you dared try such a thing. We
didn't fetch you along to hold her
You've got to hold the horses, that's
all"
"Diablel How dare you TO speak to-
what are you two rowing aboutT
demanded his lordship. Come along!
We're losing time"
Away they swept, Penelope's two ad-
mirers wrathfully barking at one an
other about satisfaction at some future
hour.
The storm burst upon them In all Its
fury-the maddest widest storm they
had known in all their lives. Terri
fed, half drowned, blown almost from
the saddles. the trio finally found
shelter in the lee Of 0 shelving cliff
Just of the road While they stood
there shiyerlng, clutching the bits of
their we'll nigh frantic horses the
glimmer Of lights came down to them
from windows farther up the steep.
There was no mistaklng the three up
right oblongs Of light. They we're tall
windows in a house. the occupants Of
which doubtless had been aroused at
this unearthly hour by the herceness
Of the storm.
by Joye," lamented the duke. water
running down his neck in floods.
"what a luxury a home Is. be 1t ever
so humble, on a night like this"
mon Dieu. mon Dieu." grolned the
count, "how comfortab zey look! And
herel Eh bienl Qui fait trembler la
terre! l am seeckl dleI"
Penelope is out In all this" moaned
his lordship
81 am not so sure Of that. Trust
woman to fnd a place where she can't
ruin her hat. My word for It, Cecil.
she's found a safe roost. say, by
Jover" The duke was staring more
lntently than ever at the windows far
above. II have It! Isn't It rather odd
that a house should be lighted so bril-
liantly at this hour Of nightr
"Demmed servants forgot to put ont
the lamps" groaned Bazelhurst with
out interest
Nonsense! | tell yon what-some
one has reused the house and asked
shelter from the storm. Now. who
could that be but PenelopeT
"Dy Jove. you're a ripping clever
ass. after all. Barminster-a regular
Sherlock Holmes That's just It.
Shes up there where the windows
are. Come on. It's easy sailing
now" cried his Iordshlp, but the duke
restrained him.
Don't rush OF like a fool. Whose
house Is it1"
How the devil do know? This is
Shaw's land. and he hasn't been espe-
cially cordial about
"Ahal See what | mean? Shaw's
land. to be sure Well, hang your
stupidity, don't you know we're look
Ing at Shaw's house this very instant:
He lives there aud she's arrived. deD
1t ALL She's up there with him-dry
clothes. hot drinks and all that. and
we're out here catching pneumonia.
Fine, isn't it?'
"Gadl You're right! She's with that
confounded Villain. My God. what's
to become of herT groaned Lord Cecil.
sitting down suddenly and covering
his face with his hands.
I'VE must rescue herr shouted the
duke, Brace up. Cecill Don't be a
baby. Wen storm the place"
mot in zis rainr' cried the count
"You stay In the shade and hold the
horses, that's what you do" said the
duke scornfully.
After many minutes there came a
break In the violence Of the storm aud
preparations were at once made for
the climb up the hill. Deveanx was to
remain behind in charge Of the horses.
With their bride reins In his hands be
cheerfully maintained this position of
trust. securely sheltered from the full
force Of the elements. Right brayely
did the duke and his lordship venture
forth into the spattering rain. They
had gone no more than three rods up
the path when they were brought to a
halt by the sounds OF a prodigious
struggle behind them. There was a
great trampling Of horses boofs, ac-
companied by the frantic shouts Of the
count
II cannot hold zem! Mon Dieu! Zey
are madl Hol ho! Helpr'
Hold to 'emT shouted Lord Cecil
"Helpw shouted the count. ut the
same moment releasing bis grip on the