The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-08-13
CHAPTER TX.

CHAPTER TX.
 Tn Which the Author Trespasaea. @l HIS narrative has quite as much
 to do with the RaEeihurst side
 of the controversy as 1t has
 with shaw's. It ia therefore but fair that the heroic invasion by Lord Cecil should receive equal consid- eration from the historian. Shaw's conquest of one member of the force opposing him was scarcely the result of bravery; on the other hand Lord Cecil's dash into the enemys country was the very acme of intrepidity.
 Down the drive and out into the mountain road clattered the three horsemen. Lady Razelhurst watching at the window easement, almost ewocned with araazement at the sight of them. The capes of their mackin- toshes seemed to Haunt satirical fare well in her face; their owners, follow ing the light of the carriage lamps. swept fron9eyiew around bend in the road and brayaly plunged into the dark territory over which the enemy ruled. It was the duke who finally brought the cavalcada to halt by propounding most sensible question.
 "Are you sure she came this way. Cecil?"
 certainly. rhis is shaw's way. isn't it?"
 ."pid she say she was going to ShaW,s?'
 :sDon't know. Evelyn told me. Hang it all, Barminster. come along. We'll never catch up to her."
 "Is she ridingf"
 tNO-horses all inn
 "Do you know. we may have passed her. Deuce take it, Razelhurst, if she's running away from us, you don't imagine she'd be such silly fool as to stand in the road and wait for US. If she heard us shed hide among the trees" '-z- -'a
 "Rut she's had an hours start of us. ,' Where ees she coming tn?" asked the count, with an anxious glance ID. ward, just in time to catch a skirmish- ing raindrop with bis eye.
 That's just 1t. We don't know.' said the duke.
 "'But must find herr cried Lord Cecil. Think of that poor girl alone in this terrible place, storm coming up and all that Hi, .Penelope!' he shout ed in his most vocifeFons treble. The shrteking wind replied. Then the three of them shouted her name. "Gad. she may be lost or dead or Come on. Bar. minister. We must SCOUT the whole demmed valley.'
 He's like wildcat tonight" said the duke in an aside to the little Frenchrnan, referring to bis lordship. You seem to forget that his sister is out in all this fury"
 "Mon Dieu, but I do not forget I would give half my life to hold her in my arms thees eenstan'." Dem you, sir. I'd give her the other half if you dared try such thing. We didn't fetch you along to hold her. You've got to hold the horses, that's all."
 Diable! How dare you to speak to-
 "What are you two. rowing aboutT' demanded his lordship. Come along! We're losing time"
 Away they swept, Fdnelopefs two ad- mirers wrathfully barking at one an- other about satisfaction at some future hour. The storm burst upon them in all it's fury-the maddest, widest storm they had known in all their lives. Terri ! fed. half drowned, blown almost from the saddles, the trio dAally found shelter in tho lee of 8 shelving cliff just of the road. While thay stood there shiyering. clutching the bits of their well nigh frantic horses the glim1her of lights came down to them from windows farther up the steep. There was no nistaking the three up right obiongs of light. They were tall windows in house, the occupants of which doubtless had been aroused at this unearthly hour by the fercenass of the storm. .. By Jove.p lamantsd the duke. water running down his neck in floods, l what luxury a home Is, be it ever so humble, on night like this" Mon Dieu. mon Dieu." sreaned the count. ''how eomfortab' zey look! And here? Eh biepl Qui fait trembler Ia terre! l am seeek! die" Penelope is out in all this," moaned his lordship.
 T am not so sure of that. Trust a woman to find place where she can't ruin her hat. My word for it, Cecil. l she's found a safe roost. say. by l Jovew The duke was staring more l intently than ever at the windows far above. "I have it! Isn't it rather odd that q house should be lighted so bril- liantiy at this hour of night?''
 "Demmed servants forgot to put out the lamps" groaned Razelhurst with out interest.
 Gro Be Continued.) PERSONAL MENTION.