The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-01-01
DARK HOLLOW
BY KATHARINE GREEN
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! ed them upon this adventure was still
ahead; but even she quailed when she
found herself face to face with a
heavy curtain instead Of a yielding
| door.
Look at this!" she whispered, push
| ing the curtain inward with a quick
movement.
! Sunshine! A stream of it, dazzling
them, one and all, pellmell back upon
each other! However dismal the ap-
proach, here all was in brilliant light
with every evidence before them Of
busy life.
The room was not only filled, but
| crammed, with furniture. This was
the first thing they noticed; then, as
their blinking eyes became accus-
toned to the glare and to the unex-
| pected confusion of tables and chairs
and screens and standing receptacles
for books and pamphlets and boxes
labeled and padlocked, they beheld
something else.
The Judge was there, but in what a
condition.
From the end of the forty-foot room
his seated figure confronted them, ST.
lent, staring and unmoving. With
clenched fingers gripping the arms OF
his great chair and head held forward,
he looked like one frozen at the mo.
ment of doom, such the expression of
features usually so noble, and now
almost unrecognizable were it not for
| the snow white of his locks and his
unmistakable brow.
| Frozen! Not an eyelash quivered,
nor was there any perceptible move
| ment in his sturdy chest. His eyes
| were on their eyes, but he saw no one;
and down upon his head and over his
| whole form the sunshine poured from
| large window let into the ceiling di.
| rectly above him. lighting up the
strained and unnatural aspect of his
remarkable countenance and bringing
into sharp prominence the common
place objects clvttering the table at
| his elbow.
Inarticulate murmurs swelled and
ebbed, now louder, now more family
as the crowd surged forward or drew
back, appalled, by that moveless,
GREATNESS, awe-compelling figure.
A breathless moment; then the hor-
rified murmur rose here, there and
everywhere: Hes dead! He's dead!"
when quietly and convincingly bluff
masculine voice spoke from the door
| way behind them:
"You needn't be frightened. In an
| hour or a half-hour he will be the
same as ever. My aunt has such at
! lacks. They call it catalepsy."
Imperceptibly the crowd dwindled;
| the most discreet among them quite
content to leave the house; a few, and
these the most thoughtful, devoted all
their energies to serious quest for
| the woman and child whom they con-
tinued to believe to be in hiding some
| where inside the walls she had so au-
daciously entered.
The small party decided to start
their search by a hasty inspection OF
the front hall, when a shout and
scramble in the passages beyond cut
short their intent and held them pant
ing and eager, each to his place.
Frightened, they drew their gaze
from the rigid figure in the chair. and.
with bated breaths and rapidly paling
| cheeks, listened to the distant muir
muir on the far-otf road.
What was It? They could not guess,
and it was with unbounded relief they
pressed forward to greet the shadowy
form of a young girl hurrying toward
them from the rear. with news in her
face. She spoke quickly.
! THE woman is gone. Harry Doane
saw her sliding out behind us just
after we came in. She was hiding In
some of the corners here and slipped
out by the kitchen way when we were
not looking. He has gone to see"
Breathlessly Miss Weeks cut the
girls story short; breathlessly she
rushed to the nearest window, and,
helped by willing hands, succeeded in
forcing it up and tearing hole in the
vines, through which they one and
all looked out In eager excitement
A motley throng Of people were
crowding in through the double gate
way. Some one was in their grasp
1t was Bella! Bella, the giant! Bella,
the terror of the town, no longer a
terror but struggling, half-fainting
figure, fighting to free himself and get
in advance, despite some awful hurt
which blanched his coal-black features
and made his great limbs falter, while
still keeping his own and making his
way, by sheer force of will, up the
path and the two steps of entrance
his body alternately sinking back or
plunging forward as those in the rear
or those In front got the upper hand
(TO BE CONTINUED)