Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-10-26
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through with Clineh. Hal Smith
hold-up man and dish-washer a
Clinch's Dump had ended mis- career
The time had now arrived for him
to vanish and make room for James
Darragh.
For by this time the Grand
Duchess of Esthonia-Ricca, as she
was called by her companion, Val
e%ntine, the pretty Countess Orloff-
Strelwitz-must have arrived in
New York.
He lifted the bride from the
horses neck, divided curb and
snaffle thoughtfully, touched the
splendid animal with heel and toe.
AS he cantered on into the wide
forest road that led to his late I'M
cle's abode. curiosity led him to
wheel into a arrow trail running
east along Star Pond, ana from
whence he could take n farewell
view of Clinch's Dump.
Alders still concealed the house
across the lake, but the trail was
already coming out into the star
light.
Suddenly his horse stopped short
trembling, its ears pricked forward.
Darragh sat listening iutently for
a moment. Then with infinite eau
ton he leaned over the cantle and
gently parted the alders.
On the pebbled beach. full in the
starlight, stood two figures, n
white and slim, the other Clark.
The arm of the dark figure clasp
ed the waist of the white and slen-
der one.
"Evel Jack Stormont! What the
devil are you doing over here?"
Stormont walked slowly up to his
own horse, laid one unsteady hand
on its silky nose, kept it there while
dusty, velvet lips mumbled and
caressed his fingers.
Il knew it was a cavalryman,"
he said quietly. Il suspected you,
Jim. 1t was the sort of crazy thing
you were likely to do. . . . 1 don't
ask you what you're up to. where
you've been, what your plans may
be. If you needed me you'd have
told me.
But I've got to have my horse
for Eve. Her feet are wounded.
She's in her n~ight-dress and wiring
ing wet. I've got to set her on my
horse and try to take her through
to Ghost Lake"
Darragh stared at Stormont. at
the ghostly figure of the girl who
had sunk down on the sand at the
lakes edge. Then he scrambled out
of the saddle and handed over the
bride.
Jack. your tunic breeches are
soaked; I'll be glad to chip in ome
thing for Eve. . Wait a no
ment-"
He stepped into cover, drew the
morocco box from his gray shirt,
showed it into his hip pocket.
Then he threw off his cartridge
belt and hunting coat, pulled the
gray shirt over his head and came
out in his undershirt and breaches,
with the other garments hanging
his arm.
give her these" he said. "She
can button the coat around her
waist for a skirt. She'd better go
and get out of that soak
ing-wet night-dress-"
Eve. crouched on the sand. trying
to wiring u and twist UP her
drenched hair, looked up at Stor-
mont as he came toward her hold
ing out Darragh's dry clothing.
you'd better do what you can
with these" he said, trying to speak
.carelessly. . HE says you'd
chuck-what you're wear
.ng-"
She nodded in flushed comprehen-
'ion. Stormont walked back to his
horse, his boots stopping water at
very stride.
81 don't know any place nearer
han Ghost Lake Inn." he said
except Harrod's."
That's where we're going, Jack"
aid Darragh cheerfully.
That's your place, isn't It p"
1T is. But l don't want Eve to
Inow it. I think it better she
mould not know me except as Hal
'mith-for the present, anyway.
foull e to that, won't you?"
II don't understand. butts all
1ght-whatever you say, Jim"
III tell you the whole business
iome day. But where Pm going to
axe you now is into a brand new
amp which I ordered built last
It's within a mile of the
state Forest border. Eve won't
Know that it's Harrod property. I've
hatchery there and the State lets
ne have a man in exchange for free
.ry. When I get there I'll pos nv
nan. . . 1t will be a roof for to-
light, anyway. and breakfast in the