Widnes Examiner. — 1903-07-25 (Widnes, Cheshire, England)

CHAPTER IX.—Continued,  She bent her head down, and he kissed net passionately on the lips. He 'longed, to be by her side and take her in his arms, but he (lid not dare shcw himself in the moonlight. Yet all his soul went out to her in that one kiss, and that single short good-bye. ".111avanwy !" cried a harsh voice. • "Is that you out there ?" " 'Yes, father," she answered; and then iii a.whisper, " Good-bve, my dear lover." "Good-bye !" he said, hoarsely. "Goodbye, •my darling 1" Then, wringing her hand for a moment, he stole back into the shadow of the trees. Mavanwy ',Stood still by the wall, and het father came across the lawn to her. side. He did not speak, but looked out across the marsh. Several lights were moving two and fro on its broad expanse of misty grey, and from the distance came the voices of men shouting to one another.  "They are hunting, t" he said, grimly. "You have na.business to be here, Mavanwy. I have told You not to go out after nightfall. If this madman came across you he would tear von in pieces." "What madman, father ?"• she said. wearily: .  "This Emrys Tredegar," he replied; " the man who killed Cyrus Walroyd and Davi(l :=es."  "You do not suppose that Emrys killed David James ?" she asked, in a low voice. "Why should he kill David James ?" "He has gone mad. I suppose," Mr. Morgan answered." His sufferings after the shipwreck must have affected his brain. After the murder of Cyrus Walroyd it must have given way altogether, He has returned to this neighbourhood, and no one but you is fool enough to stay out alone after dark. He might even now be in this very wood beneath your feet." Mavanwy turned her eyes towards the wood and smiled, and from the darkness a pair of keen eyes. watched her face. Emrys Tredegar," she said, abruptly, "is not nearly so mad as those who are hunting him And with these words she turned _ sharply on her heel and went indoors.  Mr. Morga-n- lit a cigar and glanced a little nervously at the wood. Then he patted something heavy in the pocket of his dinnerjacket—a something that was not usually to be found in a man's dress-clothes—and smiled grimlSr. Then he listened. There was the sound of a horse's hoofs on the drive; and the rider was riding fast. A minute 14er there was a ring at the bell, a few words with a servant, and then a tall figure strode across the lawn. It was John Walroycl. "Mr. Morgan," he said, hastily. "there has been another murder—young Evans of Brynboul. He wa,q a stalwart fellow, but he has been simply broken to pieces. One of his arms is almost ' torn off his body: I have come up to warn you. Are you armed? Will you join us? We are warm on the scent. The _ man has been seen. He only left his victim as half a dozen others came up. They saw he was of huge stature, and dressed in brown clothes. .They swear that it was the figure of Ernrys Tredegar." "Where did it happen ?" "On the marsh. Young Evans was out with two dozen of us beating up the places to find the man. We have done it every night now since David James was killed. He must have come right on the fellow. I must ge ! I am wanted. Will you come with us ?"  "I must look after my daughter," the old man answered. "Will you have a drop of anything before you leave ?" " Thanks ' Walroyd answered.  They disappeared rapidly into the house, and a few minutes later a horse came thundering down the drive. Emrys Tredegar had heard everything from the shadow of the wood, and as the men vanished, he crept silently down the slope through the trees towards the marsh. For the moment ,he had forgotten that he was the hunted, and ww longing to join the hunters. For he saw no that something was abroad— something mighty and terrible—something worth hunting. And the death or capture of the prey would give him his freedom.  BY