Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1912-08-01
Saint Maru's Beacon
JOB PRlN TING

look Of wistful pity that was for the
dead man; yet In spite OF this, and in
spite of the bounds beyond which he
would not let his imagination carry
him, the future, enriched with sudden
promise, uhfolded itself. The deep
sense Of recovered hope stirred with
in him. He knew there must come q
day when he would dare to speak OF
his love, and she would listen.
"Its best we should land at Bates'
place--we can get teams there" nd
went on to explain. "And, Betty.
wherever We go well go togetherg
dear. Cavendish doesn't look az II hd
had any very urgent business OF his
own, and reckon the same is trlie
Of Yancy, so am going to keep them
with us. There are some points to be
cleared up when we reach Belle Pialu
some folks who'll have a lot to exl
plain or else quit this part, OF tio
stated And / intend to see that you
are not left alone until--untl 7 have
| the right to take, cure Of you for good
and all--that's what you want ne To
do one Of these days. isn't 1t, dar1
lipg?" and his eyes, glowing and in
finitely tender, dwelt on her upturned
face.
But Betty shrank from him In ina
voluntary agitation.
"Oh, not now, Bruce-not now-we
mustn't speak Of that--it's wrong
it's wfcked-you mustn't mako me
forget hinl" she cried brokenly. I'M
protest =
Forgive me, Betty. IN not speak
OF II again." he said.
wait, Bruce, and some time-Dh!
don't make me say It." she gasped.
cor shall hate myselff" for in his
presence che was feeling the horror
of her past experience grow strangely
remote, only the duh ache OF her
memories remained, and to these she
chung, They were silent for a no-
ment, then Darlington said:
After I'm sure you1i be safe hero
perhaps I'll go south into the Choctaw
Purchase. I've been thinking OF that
recently; but I'll find my way back
here--dont misunderstaud ule--IIt
not come too soon for even you, Bet
~. / loved Norton. He was one oe
my best friends, too" he continued
gently. "But You know--and know
dear, the day VIM come when no
matter where you are shall hBd you
and not lose you'll"
Betty made no answer IN words.
but soft and eloquent little hand
was slipped into his and allowed to
rest there.
Presently a light wind stirred the
dead dense atmosphere, the miss lift
cd and envelcped the shore, showing
them tho river between piled-up
mass OF yapor. Apparently # ran
for their raft alone. 1t was Just TWEEN
/ ty-four hours since Darlington had
looked upon Ruch another night. but
this was dlEerent woriJ tae gray
| fog was unmasking-a world OK hopes.
and dreams. and rich content Then
the thought OF Norton--poor Norton
who had had his world, too, OF hopes
and dreams and rich content
The calm OF a highly domestic ey-
istence Ind resumed It's interrupted
sway on the raft. Mr.. Cavendish, as.
ISOLATED in Betty's memory with GER
tain eargpiitting manifestations OF
ferocious rage. became in the bosom
OF his family iow-yoiced and genial
and hopelossly impotent 10 deal with
his five small sons; while Yancy was
again the Bob Yancy Of Scratch Hill.
violence Of any sort apparently had
no place IN his nature. He was deep
ly absorbed In Hannibars account Of
those yicissitudes which had befallen
him during their separation. they
were now seated before cheerful fire
that blazed on the hearth, the boy
very close 10 Yancy, with ono hand
ciasped in tho Scratch Killers, while
about them were ranged the six small
Cavendishes sedately sharing la the
reunion OF uncle and nevvy, toward
which they felt they had honorably
labored.
And you want dead. Uncle Bob7''
said Hannibal with a deep breath.
viewing YanCy Enthusiastically In the
flesh.
Never once. been floating peace
fully along with these here titled
friends OF mine: but / was some anx-
ious about you., son.
And Mr.. SIosson, Uncle Bob--did
you smack him Ike You gmacked
Dave Blount that day when no tried
to steal fne7" asked Hannibal, whose
childish sense OF Justice demanded
reparation for the wrongs they had
| suffered.
Mr.. Yancy extended big right
hand, tho knuckle OF which was
skinned and bruised.
He were tho meanest man I ever
felt obliged To- to hit with my list,
Nevyy; 1t appeared like he had teeth
all over his face"
"Sho'-where's his hide. Uncle
Bob2" cried the little Cavendishes In
an excited chorus. "Sho'-did you for
get that?" They themselves had for
gotten the unique enterprise to which
Mr.. Yancy was committed, but tho
allusion to Slosson had revived their
memory of II.
wen, he begged so piteous TO be
allowed TO TO keep his hide. hadn't
the heart to strip It off, explained Mr..