Evening star., 1925-03-06

her was about six feet high and four
feet wide. The air felt very damp
and heavy. At intervals there were
openings on the left-hand side where
other passages seemed to branch off.
Jane began to have growing horror
of these other passages. If she lost
Lady Heritage, how would she ever
find her way back, and-yet more
horrid thought-who, or what, might
at any moment come out of one of
those dark tunnels behind her? 1t
was at this point that she began to
run, only to check herself severely.
She'll hear you, you fool. Jane, ]
absolutely forbid you to be such a
fool; and Renata's slippers will come
OFF IL you run, nasty sloppy things,
and then you'll tread in green slime
and get ii between all your toes. II
will squelch." The horror of the
black passages was eclipsed; Jane
stopped running obediently, but she
took longer steps and diminished the
distance between herself and her un-
conscious guide.
The passage had begun to run up
hill. Jane wondered where they were
going. At any moment Lady Heri-
tage might turn. If she did so, Jane
must infallibly be caught unless she
were near enough to one of the side
tunnels. She went on with her heart
in her mouth.
A line from one of Christina Ros-
settfs poems came into her head:
Does the road wind uphill all the way7
Yes, to the very end.
"The sort of CHEEKY thing one would
remember" thought Jane to herself
and she continued to climb the end
less slope, her eyes fixed on the dark,
moving silhouette of Lady Heritage.
At last there was a pause. The
light ceased to move. Jane crept
closer, but dared not come too near.
Next moment she saw what looked
like slab of stone in the passage
wall swing round on a pivot, as the
paneling had done. Lady Heritage
passed out of sight through the open
ing, and at the same moment a great
breath of wind from the sea drove
into the passage, clear, fresh, ex-
quisite.
Jane hurried to the opening and
looked out. She saw first the dark
curving walls of small cave, and
Immediately in front of her the black
outline of a bench, beyond that a
stretch of uneven ground, a tangle
of wire and the black movement OF
the sea The moon behind the clouds
made a vague, dusky twilight and
the wind blew. Lady Heritage was
standing just on the other side of the
stone seat. 1t startled Jane to find
that she was SO near. She stood quite
still looking at the shadowed water
and the cloudy sky.
Then, without any warning, a tall
dark figure came into sight. To Jane
it seemed as If 1t rose out of the
ground. AfterWard she thought that
if any one had been sitting on the
grass and then had risen, it would
of course, have looked like that. A,
the time she leaned against the rock
for support and had much ado not tc
scream.
1t was Lady Heritage who called out
with an inarticulate cry that mingieS
with the wind and was carried away
The dark figure stood still just where
1T had so suddenly appeared, and in ar
instant Raymond had turned her ligb,
upon it. In the circle of light Jane saw
mana tall man, bareheaded. He ha6
thrown UP his arm as if to screen his
face, but 1t only hid the mouth and chin
Over 1t his eyes looked straight at Ray,
mond Heritag ge.
And Raymond gave a great cry OF
Anthony" The light dropped from
her hand, fell with crash on the
stones, rolled over and went out
Anthony Luttrell did not sstir. but
raymond, began to move toward hin
after a strange rigid fashion,, and a.
she moved she kept saying his nam,
over and over:
Tony-Tony-Ton
Her voice fell lower and lower. A,
| she reached him 1T was nearly gone
Jane turned from the stone wal
where she was leaning and Stun,
| bled back along the dark passag,
with the tears running down her ia ce
| AT that last whisper of his nam,
| Anthony spoke:
I'm not a ghost, Raymond. Di,
you think / WASP
They were so close together that i
| she had stretched out those gropin.
| hands another inch they would hay,
touched him. Something in his ton,
set barrier between them and Raw
| monds hands fell empty. The worlt
was whirling round her. Life ant
| death, love and hate, their partins
and this meeting were merged in /;
confusion that robbed her of though
| and almost of consciousness. /
| seemed to her as If they had bee,
standing there for long, long time
| or rather as if time had nothing t,
| 10 with them and they had been cas-
| into a strange eternity. Out of tn,
| turmoil of her thought arose the re
| nembrance of the last time she ant
| Anthony had trysted in this place
| sky almost unbearably blue ant
! the sea brilliant under the noonda,
| sun. Now there was no light any
/ where.