Widnes Examiner. — 1890-02-15 (Widnes, Cheshire, England)

CHAPTER LV. MAXALL'S DOOM.  GIZOTOITT DTGESTRE iL-i-e-lreii-tl-1-13-1;;;t, as well as the . able, to, one of the swaying boughs of the willows,. and 'then, taking the light in his hand, he proceeded', to walk, round the island. Once he stood still, and shouted, with a force thai carried his cry far above the wildteating of the wind— " Catherine, Catherine!" Tbere,was ne reply. Be strained to catch,somer faint eeho to his call, but none came; and he went on, madly plunging through bush and bramble, mud aod water, ever crying— " Oho Catherine, Catherine !—lost—dad! Tbe light he held shed a faint and flickering mew on the shrubs and leafless trees about him, but it was useless. to aid him so far as careful search was required. Yet, feeble as it was, it served to,show sousething he had searcely come there to find: It has been before said that the water of thelake had risen, high above its usual level, and psrtially submerged a portion of the island. Here the long reeds, and tall rushes were matted thickly together under the water, and forased of themselves another island, divided from the patens one by a, flowing stream,  Among these reeds and grasss turned upwards to the sky, was a human face. Its deadly whiteness shone oat most horribly, amid the dark. meal of tangled stems and roots in which it lay. Iligestre saw the awful sight, and, with sr dismal yell, leaped the gulf dividing. hint from it, and alighted knee-deep in water and mud, close to the , spot near which it reposed, calmly staringar the dark sky; frT the eyes were wide, open, and the mouth filled with slime and water. Anil there he stood, or, rather waded, with his lantern turned full on that face. ',This is a relief," he Birthed. and looked again at the body at his feet, only partially out of the reach of the strong current. The face was not Catherine's, but ia was one ho knew as well. It was that of the boy whom he bad always supposed to be his brother's son, and the rightful heir of the property be held. It was the face of Maxall that now buy among the rushes and lily. stems, staring up at the dark, starless. sky. The face of a murderer, whom. God's punishment had overtaken at last. , Ingestre turned away, and left the body there. It ' was a corpse; what avail could areything living be to it now? So he argued; to appease the upbraiding cry of his heart at the inhumanity of the action. But, in fact, his dread of that loathsome face, that awful sight, drove him irresistibly away from it. To see the water dabbling with the hair—splashing over the white face—lifting the small body with heavy thuds. No! Alone with such a sight, in that wild spot. on that wild night, was more than he could endure and retain his senses. He piunged back through the sedgy gulf, anti rm.hed across the island to re-enter the boat. It was gone! The rope, decayed with weather, had snapped in two, and the boat had drifted or been blown far out of reach. He did not hesitate an instant ; but, flinging; the lantern away, his bat as well, plunged headlong inta the lake, and swam for his life. For his life? Yes, 1 he had not a thought of resigning it. He had not a I single idea of giving that guilty life up, stained, as it was, to its Maker. In all the horror of that day's exposures— in all its overwhelming shame, the man's better nature war true to itself, and the cry of his half-broken heart, his sorely bruised spirit