The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1915-08-26
If it will make you happy. II shane

If 1T will make you happy. IL shan%
see him again."
Good heaven. Mary you-you would
do that?" he cried hoarsely. why
little sister, you-you! No. by heaven,
you do not make me happy. You make
me feel so small. SO puny, so ashamed
of"
Don't Eric. I beg of you!" She
spoke rapidly. jerkily. Il mean it. l
will try to make them a little bit hap
pier than they are. / will do this for
=" She stopped in the middle OF the
sentence. the soft, warm glow In her
eyes fading like a flash. In its stead
came an almost glitter, COM
pletely transforming her lovely face.
But. wait! What am l saying? Why
should do this for them? They may
try to hang you, Eric"
He took a long, deep breath. ~
can't stay In the house any longer,
Mary: I've got to get out where / can
breathe" He started toward the door,
the table.
Where are you going" she cried.
Il don't know-oh, anywhere. Lis
ten! Can you hear the breakers? A
mile and a half to Stone Wall. There's
q pig sea running. Mary. I haven't
going out there now. I'm going to face
the thing I've dreaded all these years.
He's out there somewhere. He hasn't
moved. It's horrible to think of. But,
I'm going to smash this contemptible
fear. once and for all. I'll be back by
dinner time. Out there l can think II
over. as Adam says. Don't worry. dear
1 will not"
said quietly.
mol" he cried. but she was rush
ing Off for her hat and macintosh.
Hair an hnlr 1ofor fha,r o.a--., L.
bleak. wind-blown stretch of meadow
lana n came out upon the rocks.
Ihey had not spoken in all this time.
Inc stiff gale that blew in from the
Atlantlc drove the words back into
the1r threats. A fine drizzle smote
tlced that 1t was misting when they
left the cottage.
This way" he managed to say when
they came to the forlorn coast road
which wound through the rocks. We'll
cross the bridge. If o care to look,
of vines, too"
She kept pace with him. uttering no
word.
They stopped in the middle OF the
bridge. leaning side by side on the
stout. new rail to look down into the
ravine. He pointed to the jagged
rocks n then to the mass Of vines
behind which C~hetwynd's body had
been secreted on that memorable day.
Then they passed on. skirting Buds
Rock. and bent their bodies against
the gale that shrieked across the rocky
beat in their faces and cut through
the clothes they wore. an insistent
wind that seemed bent on keeping
them back from the brow of the cliffs.
AT last they stood at the edge of the
great Stone Wall. with the ocean snarl-
madly at the crags. 200 feet below.
had they seen the sea SO wild.
SO furious, so ugly. It came in. black
and devilish. with none of the roll
licking blues and green's that they
were SO used to seeing; nothing but
great black things with hoary crests
and foaming maws. crashing against
the huge rocks that stood guard in
front of the palisade, swirling in be-
tween and bounding back again as IL
surprised to find resistance so strong.
A drab sky seemed to flatten itself
like the low top Of a circus tent over
the whole world. sloughing off into a
thick, impenetrable bank Of fog which
brought the bleak horizon close to
hand. n out of which slipped shad-
pillows hat took vivid shape as
they raced into the arena. On they
came with ever-increastng size and
velocity. only to shatter themselves
the mammoth barrier that had
ASNASo oSSo oAAo o6 AlC /
struck with splintering force. roaring
ike a thousand cannons, swishing with
the mighty hiss OF a hundred catar-
acts. and then ground their way back
Tor another and mightier assault.
The puny spectators at the top Of
he cliff braced themselves against
the wind and stared out over the ma
1estic foe of all mankind. Mary pointed T
to a vast cleft in the wall far to the
left; the fury there was greater than
else. the struggle more sub
lime.
IT. like a Paul Daugherty paint
Ing. Eric. How terrible it is today!"
cried In his ear.
he was looking far out across the |
bounding waves. his eye set on a
spot In the shifting scape.
The sea was like a mill-pond that
night. Mary. How different now. It
as though it is working UP all
his rage for my especial benefit. It's
grewsome thought, but do you know
nave q feeling that-that our cousin
doing all this. He's trying to burst
the sides OF that staunch old chest.
Just as the genii of old tried to split
the 3ar that the fisherman found and
SeeI Follow my finger, Mary.
Out there beyond Lords Point. eight
miles or more, where It's 800 fathoms
where Chetwynd lies. No
sea g strong enough to move that
coffin of his. It's buried too deep. All
the grave robbers in the world could
not snatch Chetwynd from the grave
he's in. No! He's there forever and
aver. Isn't t horrible!s
Continued next week.
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