The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1913-02-04

face was white, and his voice shook Al
he ventured the horrid speculation:
THE good Lord save us-its that
demmed haunted house Pen was talk
ing aboutT
"But re iightsr' queried the count.
"Ghostsr"
Lets get out of this place." said
Lord Bazelhurst. moving toward the
door. IT'S that beastly Renwood
house. They say he comes back and
murders her every night or So"
mon Dieu"
Penelope Isn't here. Let's move on"
agreed the duke readily. But even
fear of TIE supernatural was not
strong enough to drive them out into
the binding storm. 81 say. look ahead.
there's Shaw's placer
Peering through the door they saw
for the first time the many lights in
Shaw's windows. scarce a quarter OF
a mile away. For a long time they
stood and gazed at he distant win.
dows. Dejectedly they sat down, backs
to the wall and waited for the storm
to spend its fury. Wet, cold and tired.
they finally dozed. 1t was Lord Cecil
who first saw the signs of dawn. The
rain storm had come to a mysterious
end. but a heavy fog in Its stead loom.
ed up. he aroused his companions
and with many groans Of anguish they
prepared to venture forth into the
white wall beyond.
Just as they we're taking a last look
about the wretched cellar something
happened that would have brought ter.
ror to the stoutest heart. A wild, ap-
palling shrek came from somewhere
above, the cry of n mortal soul in
agony.
The next instant three human forms
shot through the narrow door and out
into the fog. hair on end. eyes bullying,
but sightless; legs travelling like the
wind and as purposeless. It mattered
not that the way was hidden; 1t mat
tered less that weeds, brush and
stumps lurked In ambush for unwary
feet. They fed into the foggy dan.
gers without a thought of what lay
before them. only of what stalked be-
: hind them.
, Upstairs Randolph Shaw lay back
, against the wall and shook with laugh
4 ter. Penelope's convulsed face was
, glued to the kitchen window, her eyes
peering into the fog beyond. Shadowy
figures leaped into the white mantle
the crash Of brush came back to hel
ears, and then. like the barking of {
dog, there arose from the mystic gray
the fast diminishing cry:
Help! Help! HelpT Growing
fainter and sharper, the cry Mt las
was lost in the phantom desert.
They stood at the window an(
watched the fog lift. gray and forbid
ding, until the trees and road wer'
dlscernible. Then arm In arm the.
set forth across the wet way towart
Sha WIS cottage.
cruel of you" In the roadway the.
found a hat which she at once identl
fed as the counts. Farther on ther
was a carriage lamp and later a mack
intosh. which had been cast aside a
an impeachment. "Oh. 1t was cruel.
She smiled. however, In re~trospectlon.
'If | were only sure that nothin
serious had happened to Cecil" sh
murmured a~nxlously.
I'm sorry. dear, for that screech Q
mine." he apologized.
Suddenly he started and gazed Ii
tently In the direction of the haunte
house. A mana sorry 6gure-wa
slowly. painfully approaching from til
edge of the wood scarce a hundre
yards away. In his hand he carried
stick to which was attached a whit
cloth-doubtless n handkerchief. Fl
- was hatless and limped p%erceptibly.
"Its Cecilp' whispered Penelope
horror struck tones. Good heavel
a Randolph, go to him! He is hurt"
1t was Lord B~azelhurst. As Sha
It, hurried down the drive to meet him, 1
thought Of the feud In mind, two b
i'd tngs even more hopelessly dilapidatt
lr, ventured from the wood and hobbl'
up behind the truce bearer. who hi
now paused to lift his shoulders into
position of dignity and detianc
Ily Shaw's heart was touched. The spe
ey tacle was enough to melt the preJndi
he of any adversary. Lord Cecils kne
Is. trembled. His hand shook as II In
ey chill. Mud covered, water soaked Al
zee bruised, their clothes rent In maj
places. their hats zone and their la
ch matted. their legs wabbly, the trio CO
tainly inspired pity, not mirth n
he scorn.
zone moment, sir" called his lor
nc, ship. with a feeble attempt at severit
,or His voice was hoarse and shaky. ~
er. do not come as friends, dem you.
~. my sister herep'
at "She is, Lord Bazelhurst- Wen ia
this over later on" said Shaw In
ed friendliest way. "You are worn Q
rly and done up, I'm sure-you and 20
friends. Come: I'm not az bad as y
an think. I've changed my mind since
RI saw you last. Let's see II we ca
come to an amicablo understand
Miss Drake is waiting up there. Bref
his fast soon will be ready-hot coffee a