Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1920-01-15
THE LADY EVELYN
A Story of Today
BY MAX PEMBERTON

quisitely green, and bordered by shin
ing rivers. Villages, churches, farms
were no many dolls houses planted
upon mighty fields while midget
beasts awakened to the day.
Gavin could not but be sensible Of
the majesty of this scene; nor did he
find the old castle out Of harmony
with its beauties. The building, which
he now perceived that they were ap-
preaching, had been built In cleft OF
the hills. at a point where the torrent
fell in a thunder Of silver spray to a
deep blue pool far down in the valley
below. Clinging, as 1t were. to the
very face of precipitous cliff, a
drawbridge spanned the torrent and
gave access to the mountain road upon
the further side of the pass; but so
narrow was the river and so perpen-
dicular the rocks that 1t seemed as
though men might clasp hands across
the abyss or good horse take 1t In
the stride OF gallop.
This is the place. by Mahomet,"
said Arthur dryly and he
added. What devil OF q house for a
Weekend"
Gavin bade him listen. A voice
across the chasm replied to the gypsy
hail.
Don't you recognize that?" he
asked; Its the voice We heard in
the wood. This evidently is where we
get down. Well. I'm glad Of that any.
how"
It was as he said. The cavalcade
had come to It's journeys end; and
there, picturesQuely grouped upon the
narrow road, were men and mules and
mountain ponies, giving more than a
welcome splash OF color to the neigh
boring monotony Of rock and shrub,
and right glad all to be once more at
their ease. 1t now became plain that
| mono but the gypsy leader was to en-
ter the Castle with the prisoners; and
he, when he had addressed some loud
words to the others (for the roar of
| the torrent compelled him to shout) ,
! passed first across the bridge, leading
Kenyon's pony and calling to the other
| to follow him. Just a glance the men
could turn upon raging waters, here
or again but boiling, tumbling mass
| of writhing foam.-just this and the
vista of the sheer, cruel rocks and the
Internal abyss; then they passed over
| and the bridge was drawn up and they
! stood within the courtyard, as secure
| ly Gagged as though the oubliettes pris-
oned them and gives Of steel were
about their wrists.
"EXcellents, my master, the Cheya-
lier, would speak with you"
Thus said the guide-and, as he
said 1t, Gavin understood that he had
| come to the house Of Count Odin's
father, the man who had loved Dora
| dIstran, and for love of her had paid
nearly twenty years of his precious
| liberty.
"And this is the Castle of Okna?"
he exclaimed.
The guide smiled.
mo, excellency," he said 1.-The
| Castle of Okna lies many miles from
here. You must speak to our master
Of that. That is his step, excellency"
They listened and heard the tap
| ping of stick upon a stone pave
ment. 1t approached them laborious-
ly; and after that which seemed an
interminable interval, an old white,
haired man appeared at one OF the
doors OF the quadrangle and raising
his voice bade them welcome. The
voice was the one they recognized as
that OF the wood; but the face Of the
speaker sent a shudder through Cav.
ms veins which left him unashamed.
Blind" he muttered, amazed-"the
man is blind"