Nelson Chronicle, Colne Observer, and Clitheroe Division News. — 1903-06-05 (Nelson, Lancashire, England)

HARRIS  CHAPTER IX.,—ContOmett.  She bent her head down, and he kissed her passionately on the bps. He longed to be by her side and take her in his arms, but he tiid not dare show himself in the moonlight. Yet all his soul went out to her in that one kiss, and that single short good-bye. " Havanwy !" cried a harsh voice. If la that you out there ?" "Yes, father." she answered: and them in a whisper, "Good-bye, my dear lover." "Good-bye I" he said, hoarsely. " Goodbye. my darling I" Then, wringing her hand for a moment. he stole back into the shadow of the trees.  Nfavanwy .stood still by the wall, and her fa ther 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 soices of men shouting to one another.  " They are hunting !" he said, grimly. " You have no business to be here, Mavanwy. I have told you not to go out after nightfall. If this madman came across you he would tear you in pieces." " What madman, father ?" she said. wearily.  'This Entrys Treilegar." he replied "the man who killed Cyrus Walroyd and David James." " You do not suppose that Emus 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. Alter the murder tit Cyrus Walroyd it must have given way altogether. He has re' turned to this neighbourhood, and no one but you is tool 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 eves watched her face. " Emrys Tredegar " she said, abruptly. " is not nearly so mad as those who are hunting hint I" And with these words she turned sharply on her heel and went indoors. Mr. Morgan 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 hr found in a man's dress-clothes—and smiled grimly. Then he listened. There was the sound of a horse's hoofs on the drive. and the rider was riding fast. A minute later 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 Walrovil. " Mr. Morgan," he said, hastily. " there has been another murder—young Evans 01 Ifrynboul. He was 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 sLent. The man has been seen. He only kit 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 Entrys Tredegar." Where did it happen ?"  "On the marsh. 'Young F.vans 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 or. the fellow. I must go! I am wanted. Will you come with us ?"  " I must look aftcr my daughter." the old man ansv4ered. " Will have a drop of anything before you leave ?" " Thank," Watroyd answered. . . . .  They disappeared rapidly into the house. and a few minutes litter a horse came thundering down the drive. Emrys Tredegar hail heard everything from the shadow ot 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 was longing to join the hunters. For he saw now that something was abroad-something mighty and terrible—something worth hunting. And the death or capture of the prey would give him his freedom.  ,v4.741.re ,„% „, rot,