The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1917-06-23
''TANE EYRE"
tcon,lnued From Our Last lssusl
~ CHARLOTTE eRoNrg


(con,lnued From Our Last issus)
sun holding me fast. he left the
church; the three gentlemen came
after. Al the front door OF the
hall we found the carriage.
Take IL back to the coach
house. John" said Mr.. Rochester.
cooily. It will not be wanted to-
day"
At our entrance. Mrs. Fairfax.
Adele. Sophie. Mary. advanced 10
greet Va.
ITO the right abou,-every
soule cried tho master: away
With your congratulations They
are fifteen yesrs too latei"
He passed on and assembled the
stairs. sim holding my hand. We
proceeded 20 the third story. the
lew. black door. opened by Mr..
Rochestor's master key. admitted
us 10 room without window.
there burnt a fire. guarded by a
high and strong fender. and
lamp was suspended from the cell
Ing BY . chain. Grace Poole bent
ever the fire. apparently cooking
something In n saucepan. In the
eecp shade. at tho further end OF
the room. n figure ran backwards
End forwards. What II was. whcth'
or beast or human being. one could
not. at first sight. tell: II groveled.
seemingly, on all fours; Il snatch
I'd and growied like some strange
Wild animal: but 1t was covered
with clothing: and quantity OF
cark. griEzled hair, Wild MS name.
hid It's head and face.
Good morrow. Mrs poolel"
said Mr. Rochester. "How are your
and how Is your charge today
Were tolerablc. sir. / thank
you" replied Grace. rather snap
pish. but not 'rageous'
A fierce cry seemed TO give the
Ito 20 her favorable report. tho
clothed hyena rose up and stood
tall on its hind feet.
"Ah. sir. she sees you" ex-
claimed Grace; you'd better not
stay"
only q few moments. Grace:
you must allow me a few mo-
ments."
Take care then. sir!-tako
care!"
The maniac beloved: she
parted her shaggy locks from her
visage. and gazed wildly at her
visitors.
we had better leave her."
whispered Mason.
GO to the devil" was hts |
brother.in-iaw's recommendation.
"'ware'" cried Grace. The three |
gentlemen retreated simultaneous
ly. Mr.. Rochester flung me be- |
hind him; the lunatic sprang and !
grappled his throat viciously. and |
laid her teeth TO his cheek, they |
struggled. She was big woman, |
In stature almost eluallng her /
husband. and corpulent besides:
she showed virlle force in the con. |
test--more than once she almost
throttled him. athletic IA he was. |
He could have settled her with a
well-planted blow. but he would |
not strike; he would only wres,le. |
At last he mastered her arms: |
Grace Poole gave him a cord. and |
he pinioned them behind her: |
with more rope. which was NJ /
hand. he bound her to a chair. The |
operation was performed amidst |
the fiercest yells. and the most
convulsive piunges. Mr.. Roches-
ter then turned 10 the spectators;
he looked nj them with a smile
both acrid and desolate.
THAT Is my wife," said he. And
this ls what I wished 10 have" DAY.
ing bis hand on my shoulder: this
young girl. who stands 80 grave
and quiet. looking collectediy at the
gambols OF a demon. Wood and
Briggs. look at the dlfferencei I
Then judge me. priest OF the gospel
and man OF the law. and remember.
with what judgment ye Judge We
shall BIO judged! OFF with you now,
| must shut mp my prize"
We all withdrew. Mr.. Rochester
stayed a moment behind us, to give
some further order TO Grace Poole. |
The solicitor addressed me as he de.
scended the stair.
You, madam" said he. "are
cleared from all blame. your uncle /
Will be glad to hear tiff. indeed.
he should be still living-when Mr..
Mason returns TO Madeira" 81
MY unclel What OF him? Do
You know him."
Mr.. Mason does. Mr.. Eyre has
been the Funchal correspondent OF
his house for some years. When
your uncle received your letter. init.
mating the contemplated union be.
tween yourself and Mr. Rochester.
Mr.. Mason happened to be with
him Mr.. Eyre mentioned the intel.
ligence: for he knew that my client
here was acquainted with a gentle.
man Of the name OF Rochester. Mr..
Mason, astonlshed and distressed al
you may suppose, revealed the real
state Of matters. Your uncle. I am
sorry TO say, is now on a sick bed
from which II is unlikely he will
ever rise. He could not then hasten
10 England himself, to extricate you
from the snare into which you had
fallen, but he implored Mr.. Mnaon
TO lose no time In taking steps to