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CHAPTER XXVIII-Continued.

CHAPTER XXVIII-Continued.
Lord Jura looked forlornly at sallie
He could not now recall his promise to
| her if Capt Dove still chose to take ad-
vantage of that.
Sal My sister has begged me to lei
! him go free, MKissock" he said, at
| length. almost alphabetically. "and-Tve
| agreed"
Parish MKissock's head had begun to
shake as if with palsy. He tried to speak,
but could not articulate The veins about
| his clammy. yellow temples were swell
| ing darby out like cords. Carthew limp
| ed across to the table and brought him
| over a glass of water. He swallowed
some with difficulty, and, finding his
voice again, "You fool!'' he cried, with in
| expressible bitterness. "Oh, you blind
| fool. Will you let him serve you as he
served me with her to help him."
Lord Jura's face flushed.
81 want to hear no more from you in
| that strain" he said. haughtily, as II the
| old spirit of place and power were STIR
ring within him again. 1T is sufficient
| that my sisters wishes
| make no difference" the dying man de-
clared with fierce impatience. This Is
| no time to humor whim Of hers. In any
case-she is no kin Of yours, Lord Jura.
as Capt. Dove we'll knows He could
| have told you Keep him off! He'll
make an end Of me before my time. if he
can, to silence me. And you must hear,
| before I 60 He staggered backward.
coughing, and almost choked for want OF
| breath. Capt. Dove had made WIG
| lunge at him. but Justin Carthew had
| sprung forward in time to save him from
| the old mans frenzied attempt; and Her
| ries and Lord Ingoldsby also stepped IN
between him and his would-be murderer.
"All right. them painted Capt; Dove.
Leave me alone and I'll do him no
| harm. I quite forgot that he was off his
head, his lies provoke me So.
Lord Jura had put Sallie behind him
| to shield her in the struggle that prom
| Used. He looked round at her then with
| dazed doubtful eyes and read in hers
| pain and horror and disbelief equally
dreadful. He drew deep. sobbing breath
| and confronted Parish M'Kissock again.
What, in Gods name, are you driving
att" he demanded. in tone which told
the stress of mind he was suffering. And
Parish MkissOck regarded him very evil
ly for a little before replying. Slyne and
Capt. Dove and Carthew were waiting, as
If on barbed tenterhooks. The others. and
Sallie also, seemed to be stricken speech
less and STILL
II am here to seek my revenge, my
lord as you know said Parish MKis-
sock. slowly, at length. and licked his
bloodless lips. There is still a small
matter betwixt your lordship and me that
remains to be settled-an old wrong done,
which your lordship has almost forgot
ten, it seems. / neither forget nor for
give.
81 may not have time left to tell all 1
owe Capt. Dove therefor that goes back
through long years to what I owe you.
But, before am done with think l can
settle with you. as we'll as with him.
.Sallie is no sister of yours. as Capt.
Dove knows-thOugh she herself has been
lordship's sister. the Lady Josceline JUS
tice. died in my arms eight or nine weeks
ago, and she was my wife. Sallie there,
knowing nothing, saw her few hours
before
He blinked and hung his head for a mo-
ment. as If recalling all that had come to
pass since he had laid the light, wasted
body aside on the sand, and set guard
over it until-until he could spare time to
see to a decent grave.
looking up at the dast of the naughty
Juras with hate unquenchable in his
glance. And that's the revenge l have
taken on you and yours. my lord, for the
i'll your lordship lightly wrought - the
other. that should have BEEN
A womans voice came watlingly from
the musicians gallery and Mr.. Jobling
| uttered a low moan OF abject fear His
nerves had evidently failed him alto
gether. Hasty steps were descending the
short stone stairway which led to the
gallery and then Janet M'kissock came
tottering forth across the floor from the
foot of it,
"Oh. Farish.' the old woman cried to
her brother. Have you no heart at all!
Are there not enough lives ruined al
ready that you would wreck her lady
ships here as well?' And she turned
toward Sallie with poor. pitiful gesture.
say" she whimpered. For how could 1
be mistaken. that knew her father better
than you-ay, and the countess. her moth
err. too; whose locket she was wearing at
her neck the day she first came to Lo-
quhariot. I'll swear to it, at any rate!
1 had it for time in my own keeping,
before the countess-went away.
ASK her ladyship where she got the
locket. your grace. And then my poor,
| distracted brother will, maybe, admit that
he's been deceived about her"
The duchess anxious, encouraging look
seemed to beg an answer Of Sallie. But
| the girl was gazing. with dumb dismay
| in her wide. wounded eyes, at Parish
M'Kissock, recalling, as we'll as she could
amid such maze, the incidents of the
| hours she had spent in his camp on the
! African coast.
Under the spell of his piercing glance
| the shadowy banquet hall of Loquhariot
| seemed to fade away from her, and in its
l
| pink pavilion behind the carved chair on
| which he was seated in state among his
| staring councillors. under a great, greer
flag with golden harp on its heavy
! folds. Behind her, from about the pickle,
| lines. where she had noticed the negro
| slaves at their work, she seemed to hear
| the whinnying Of the horses, the vicious
| squeals OF the restless camels. In the
| dim crimson glow Of the dying fires sht
| was gazing again at the horsehair tents
| In the background, and the multitude OF
men and women and children all busy
| about them in the open air.
She saw, as If in vision. the emil
spring from his seat and come hastily
forward to where she stood shrinkingly
| at Capt. Doves shoulder. He was tai
and stalwart on foot, a fine figure of 6
man even in his loose shapeless gar
| ments, with a bronzed, hook nose, hand
some face of his own, a heavy mustache
the brooding, patient. predatory eyes OF
a desert vulture. And, as he confronted
Capt. Dove over whom he seemed t
tower threateningly, the hood of his sci
ham slipped back. disclosing flaming
shock of red hair.
Her own veil had slipped to her chin
but she had been unconscious Of that un
til his blazing eyes had shifted from
Capt. Doves unconcerned face to hers
| She pulled 1t hurriedly back into place
and he turning to the curious onlookers
rid himself OF their company before HI
called, In caressing voice, on some on,
within the big, white tent that was tn,
heart of his stronghold. And there came
| forth woman, yelled as she herself ha6
been. but clad in silk instead OF cotton
who bowed submissively to what he hat
to say, and then held out a slender
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