The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1913-03-01
CHAPTER TX.
[CONTINUED.1
In Which the Author Trespassss.

to do with the BaZelhurSt side
Of the controversy as 1t has
~ with Shaw's. 1t Is therefore
but fair that the heroic invasion by
Lord Cecil should receive equal consid-
GRAFTON 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 enemy's country
was the very acme OF intrepidity.
Down the drive and out into the
mountain road clattered the three
horsemen. Lady Bazelhurst. watching
at the window easement, almost
swooned with Amusement at the sight
of them. The capes Of their mackin-
toshes seemed to flaunt satirical fare
well in her face: their owners. follow
Ing the light Of the carriage lamps.
swept from view around bend In the
road and hravely plunged into the dark
territory over which the enemy ruled
1t was the duke who finally brought
the cavalcade to a halt by propounding
most sensible question.
care you sure she came this way.
Cecil?'
"Certainly. This is shaw's way.
isn't it?''
did she say she was going to
Shaw's?"
Don't know. Evelyn told me. Hang
It all, Barminster, come along. Well
never catch up to her."
lis she riding?"
"No-horses all in"
DO you know. we may have passed
her. Deuce take it. Bazelhurst, If she's
running away from US. you don't
imagine she'd be such a silly fool as to
stand In the road and wait for u.s. II
she heard US she'd hide among the
trees.'
''But she's had an hours start Of u.s."
where ees. she coming to-" asked
the count, with an anxious glance up.
ward, just in time to catch a skirmish.
ing raindrop with his eye.
That's just it. We don't know"
said the duke.
But l must fnG her!" cried Lord
Cecil Think of that poor girl alone
In this terrible place, storm coming up
and all that. Hi. PeNel opev' he shout
ed in his most vocifeuous treble. The
shrieking wind REFLECT Then the three
OF them shouted her llane. Cad, she
may be lost or dead Or Come on, Bar
minister. We must s,eour the whole
demmed valley"
Hes like Il wildcat tonight" said
tho Gnl-o 1n f0
Frenchman, referring; to his lordship.
"Demme, Id rather not cross him.
You seem to forget that his sister is
out in all this fury
mon Dieu. but I do not forget !
would give half my life to hold her in
my arms thees eenst an"
Dem you. sir, I'd ;give her the other
half if you dared try ''nch thing. We
didn't fetch you along to hold her
You've got to hold the horses, that's
ALL"
"Diable! How dare y gu to speak to-
What are you two rowing about?"
demanded his lordShin Come along!
We're losing time
Away they swept, Pen elope's two ad-
mirers wrathtu!ly harld cg ut one an.
other about satisfaction ut 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 Il shelving cliff
just off the road. While they stood
there shivering. clutching the bits Of
their we'll nigh frantic horses the
gl1mmer of lights came down to them
from windows farther up the steep.
There was no mistaking the three up
right oblongs Of light. They were tall
windows in house. the occupants of
which doubtless had been aroused at
this unearthly hour by the ferceness
of the storm.
by Jove," iamented the duke. water
running down his neck in foods.
what luxury home is. be it ever
SO humble, on a night like this
mon Dieu, mon Dieu," groaned tho
count, show comfortaB zey look! And
here? Eth bien! Qui fait trembler la
terre! I am seeck! der
Penelope is out in all this" moaned
o. his lordship.
IT am not 80 sure of that. Trust a
woman to find place where she can't
. ruin her hat. My word for it, Cecil,
she's found safe roost. say, by
Jove" The duke was staring more
intently than ever at the windows far
above. Il have it! Isn't it rather odd
b that a house should be lighted 80 bril-
iantly at this hour of nightT'
4 "Demmed servants forgot to put out
the lamps" groaned Bazelhurst with
+ out interest
"Nonsense! tell you what-some
III one has reused the house and asked
shelter from the storm. Now, who
could that be but Penelope?'
HI by Jove. you're ripping clever
Fl ass, after NIL. Barminster-a regular
II Sherlock Holmes. That's Just It,
Il She's up there where the windows
( ara C.>ce On. It's easy sailing
I now" cried bis lordshlp, but the duke