Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1915-08-26

Il IT win make you happy. IL shan.r
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
Don't Eric. I beg Of you." She
spoke rapidly. jerkily. Il mean it'll
VIII try to make them a little bit hap
pier than they are. / will do this for
h stopped in the middle of the
sentence, the soft. warm glow In her
eyes fading like a flash. In it's stead
came an almost venomous glitter, com
pletely Transforming her lovely face.
put; wait! What am l saying? Why
should l do this for them? They may
try to hang you. Eric"
He took a long, deep breath. II
cant stay In the house any longer,
Mary: I've got to get out where | can
breathe" He started toward the door,
catching up his hat as he passed by
the table.
Where are you going?" she cried.
dont know-oh. anywhere. Lis
ten. Can you hear the breakers? A
mile and a half to Stone Wall. There's
a big sea running. Mary. I haven't
been on Stone Wall in six years. I'm
going out there now. I'm going TO face
the thing I've dreaded all these years.
res out there somewhere. He hasn't
moved. It's horrible to think of. But,
I'm going to smash this conference.-the
fear. once and for all. ri be back by
dlnEer time. Out there I can think II
over. as Adam says. Don't worry. dear.
l will not" 1e"
am going with you. Erie" she
No." he cried. but she was rush
Ing Off for hor hot o~1
HAIR an hour later they crossed the
pleak' wind-blown- stretch of meadow
ana ana came out upon the rocks.
lucy mad not spoken in all this time.
Inc stiff gale that blew in from the
Atlant drove the words back into
the = a A fine drizzle smote
tnem IN the face. They had not no.
t1ced 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 you care to look,
you may see where he fell. The clump
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
AoShS LII llS W lax 11ldSS VI NlIlco
behind which Chetwynd'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
waste. 1t was a chill. raw wind that
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-
ing madly at the crags. 200 feet below.
Never had they seer the sea so wild.
and devilish. with none Of the roll
licking blues n 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 owe
the whole world. sloughing off into a
thick. impenetrable bank Of fog which
brought the bleak horizon close to
owy pillows that took vivid shape as
they raced into the arena. On they
came with ever-increasing size and
velocity. only to shatter themselves
against the mammoth barrier that LAT
defied them for ages and ages. They
struck with %splintering force, roaring |
like a thousand cannons. swishing with
the mighty hiss Of a hundred catar- |
acts. and then ground their way back |
for another and mtghtier assault.
The puny spectators at the top of
the cliff braced themselves against
the wind and stared out over the ma
jestic foe of all mankind. Mary pointed
to a vast cleft in the wall far to the
left; the fury there was greater tina |
anywhere else. the struggle more sub |
lime.
Its like a Paul Daugherty paint
ing, Eric. How terrible it is today!"
she cried in his ear.
He was looking far out across the
bounding waves. his eyes set on a
certain spot in the shifting scape.
The sea was like a mill-pond that !
night. Mary. How different now. It
seems Is though 1t is working up all
this rage for my especial benefit. It's !
q grewsome thought. but do you know |
have a feeling that-that our cousin
is 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 jar that the fisherman found and
opened. See! Follow my finger. Mary. |
Out there beyond Lords Point. eight |
miles or more, where it's 800 fathoms |
deep.-that's where Chetwynd lies. No I
sea IS 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
ever. Isn't 1t horrible!"
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