Nelson Chronicle, Colne Observer, and Clitheroe Division News. — 1899-08-04 (Nelson, Lancashire, England)

CHAPTER XXXVIII. "TI) PART I,(!it. EVER!"  She doeß not dare to tell him—poor, terrified trief-strieken Caryl—of the awful suspieion that has crept into her heart since the day hefore. _  •I here is something in her manner, that makes Jack's heart sink.  " Caryl "—Jack's voice is low trembling—" I shall leave the city at once—as 5001111 R POSSible —but I cannot say good-bye—good-bye for ever—to you now. Tell me, Caryl, how can I Lfiveyon U)" Ile is pacing up and dow» the room, his face wan and white, his eyes full of s,iiilir, shadows, his breath coming and going in broken gasps of pain, lie is lighting a I.,urful battle—a fearful temptation has assailed tbil4 man. _  ...... "Caryl!" he cries, desperatly, " go with nie. Think of toy utter loneliness and despair. Oh, my darling, go with me—Caryl, share toy !HAL Ours is not an ordinary ease. Fly with Caryl. 1 cannot—cannot—bear this parting!" Ihr hand is resting upon his bowed head No.sound escapes her white lips  At last: "Jack—Jack' do not break my heart with the knowledge that you have sullied our last moments together with such words—such wieked words. Vt e have been cruelly wronged but we must bear it bravely and try to forget !"  " Forget !' To the day of her death Caryl will never forget the look upon his face—the white, awful angoish and despair. " Forget !" he repeats, brokenly. " Never! May I diebefore my heart could forget you, my Iced one—the only woman on earth for whom have ever really cared, or ever shall care! Liston to me. The Adria' sails in two days for Cuba. I will take passage for us—for you and me, m precious—and—" "Jack!" bier voice is low and awful. he lays her hand lightly upon his. "Jack, you ant breaking my heart," she says softly, sadly. "Let us forget the mad words II at you have spoken—you are not quite yourself, dear, to-day, I know, for you have had st crow and trouble enough to turn your Ii alit ought to strengthen me with words cheer and kindly sympathy, knowing how dark my path through life will he. Oh, Jaek 'lack! I am disappointed in you—biticily disappointed !" " Forgive me?" he cries, "I will not go to Cuba without you—forgive nut ; for God's sake, say that you forgive me for daring to speak such words ; but I must leave here at once. If I stay in Bertram Darrell's vicinity there will be murder done. I will go to New York I o-morrow night. Caryl, will you come to the train to WV me off? For the love of 'leaven, promise me !" It may be weak in her—she does not dream idiot the consequences of that promise will be, hut she gives it. I "I will be there Jack," she say, softly, "to say good-bye, arattod for ever bless you!" Ile presses his lips passionately to the little hand which is lying so still and helpless upon his arm. And at that moment there is a faint rap at the door of the room. " Come in ! " calls Caryl, slowly. Tlie door swings open and an old man stands itefttre them —an old titan, bent and wrinkled. ()la. glanee and Caryl recognizes old :Mr. Raynor, the father of the girl who was murdered iii Ihe Erleseourt grounds.. . .  ....... Mr. Raynor staii'ds irresolutely before them fora iiioineiit, then he enters the room and closes its door behind him.  " Mr. Darrell," he begins, " I found this among my poor dead girl's effects-I,OWe boxes of 111.113 that had never been opened until yesterday. Look at that Mr. Jack Darrell, and tell me what you think of it." lie thrust an open letter into Jack's nerveless hand.