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I The Witch of 1
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If Cragenstone |
flf By ANITA CLAY MUNOZ, ||t
22i Atithor of "In Love ind Truth" «j>-^fc.
2.fX Copyilflht, ISOS. bu Anita CUt' Manoz
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CHAPTER XII.
*ST about this time Uetty Taun
/(k ston, having finished her even
melgy ing task of washing the sup-
A per dishes and putting the
kitchen in order, sat idly on a little
bench beside the doorway of her home.
some pint- roses hanging on a bush
near at hi-..' attxfteted her attention.
Reaching over, she plucked a handful,
then, after bending an ear in the direc
tion her mother had taken to visit a
neighbor to assure herself that she was
not returning, arranged the blossom
coquettishly in the prim little knot of
hair wound tightly at the back of her
head, saying softly: "When I hear her
coming I'll throw them out. Happen
she'll not stay long now darkness hath
fallen."
Sounds of approaching footsteps
crunching the earth heavily fell on her
ears, causing the girl to put her hand
to her head guiltily. Then as a merry
whistle broke out on the evening air
(he sank back with an appearance of
relief, leaving the roses untouched.
"Pah! 'Tis Simon!" she exclaimed.
"I might ha' known the sound of his
clumsy footfalls! Lord knows I ha'
heard them often enough. The callant's
forever a-passing!"
Presently Kempster reached the gar
den gate, paused and, peering through
the gloom, saw the glimmer of a white
kerchief.
"Hetty, is't thou?" he said as he came
toward her.
"Yea, Simon, who else but dreary
me, pining all alone?" she said, rising,
with an affected sigh. "Wilt enter?
The air is chill."
Stepping into the kitchen, she lighted
a candle that stood in readiness on a
■mall table and, setting two chairs near
the doorway, motioned to her visitor,
who stood hesitatingly at the threshold,
to be seated and took the other one her
self.
"Those pink roses become thee, Het
ty," Simon ventured to remark, re
garding the young woman affectionate
ly, his eyes glistening with admiration
of her fresh beauty.
Under the warmth of his glance Het
ty flushed slightly. "Mother would be
angered an she saw them," she said.
For a time a silence fell between
them, both looking out of doors at the
peaceful night.
Then Simon observed: "At home now
when I sit before the door alone o'
niglits I look at my bushes hanging
full of rose blossoms and think how a
IfoJBSc about the house could make
good use o' them to beautify herself.
As 'tis," with a sentimental sigh and a
nervous wriggle, "they wither and die
away, the petals blown hither and
thither by the wind."
Under the glimmer of the candle his
round face wore a pensive expression.
Hetty tossed her head as if she did
not under? I either look or meaning
exclaiming with.disinterested friendli
ness: "There's Sarah Ann Dugalne, Si
Dion. She maketh her boasts on hei
love for flowers. Happen thou could
get her to wear thy blossoms."
Kempster shook his head.
"I' truth, my mind dwelt not on good
Sarah," he said, sighing again. "Nay
Hetty, 'tis thoughts o' some one elsi
that doth disturb my peace—a littli
black eyed maid as pretty and a.-
graceful as—as" —
Hetty, who had been listening b
his words with an alert, suspicion
look on her face, grow quite fidgety ut
she saw him mentally casting about
for a suitable comparison.
"Now, Simon, thou hadst best b<
careful!" she cried hastily In a voice of
warning.
At her words the enthusiasm on
Kempster's countenance faded away
"1 was but thinking on my little younp
heifer, Hetty, so lost the run o' mj
words," he concluded lameiy.
"There, I knew it!" she exclaimed
angrily. "Thou wast going to com
pare me to thy heifer!"
She sprang from her seat and, hastily
pulling in the window casement, said
sharply, with no desire to conceal her
pettlshness: "If thou hast no better
talk than that, forsooth, thou'd better
be on thy way, Simon. A body 'd love
to look like an old cow!" she wound up
sarcastically.
To Simon, who saw beauty In every
thing connected with his snug little
farm, Hetty's dislike to his gentle flat
teries was always a mystery to him.
so he scratched his forehead nervous
ly, knowing that he had offended again
unwittingly and wishing from his
heart that he had not come, when the
reason of his visit occurred to him.
Approaching his companion, he thrust
his hands awkwardly Into his breeches
po'/ket and, pulling out a little packet,
handed it to her.
" 'Tis a trinket for thee, Hetty."
A hot flush was on his face. "There
wast a peddler at the Sign of the Red
Heart n selling them, and when I saw
the gewgaws I thought at once on thee.
Thou'rt so fond of trinkets, Hetty."
Had he succeeded In pleasing her
this time? Simon's heart beat rapidly,
and he could scarcely breathe with sus
pense as she slowly undid the wrap
ping, picked up the chain and hung it
on the end of her finger, a dazed ex
pression lu her eyes; then she laughed
a low, trilling, happy laugh.
"Thou didst buy it for me, Simon?"
"For thee, sweet Hetty."
The honest fellow's voice trembled
with feeling, and tears of delight
sprang to his eyes at sight of her pleas
ure. " 'Tis a good luck charm for lov
ers, they say."
"Ha' done, Simon!"
Hetty, dangling the chain and heart
before the light of the candle, blushed
furiously. "Must do foolish things like
spending thy money for trinkets for a
cross patch maid who e'er tluds fault
with thee wi'out adding on thy silly
nonsense!"
"Wilt wear it, Hetty?" he whispered
coining nearer.
"Aye, gladly, Simon!" she cried, de
lighted wMh the gift, then, undoing the
clasp and putting the chain about her
white throat, said: "<"ould couldst thou
fasten It, Simon? My fingers are all
thumbs, an' I'm all a fluster with sur
prise."
He sprang to her assistance, taking
the ends of the chain from her small
hands.
"Alv. lackaday," she continued in a
lower voice, "I must wear it 'neath my
kerchief, I ween, as mother Is so wrath
ful at a body's wearing a gewgaw. She
says they ate implements of the devil
to jL jpalila vjla wtjjJdly.
Shame. Simon! Thou licedst not pinch
my neck with thy clumsy manners.
Ilistl 'Tis mother!''
They sprang apart. Hetty sank into
a chair, hastily covering up the chain
and pendant, and Simon, bending over
tin open Bible, turned over the pages
slowly, as if intent on looking for a cer
tain verse.
Mrs. Taunston entered, closing the
door aftei her. "Good even, Simon
Kempster. The night air groweth
chill." .
A fair greeting, good mistress
Simon pushed a chair toward her.
"Yestermorn .Tosiah told me that some
of thy lambs were ill. and I did but
stop in to see if they were better of the
malady."
The dame seated herself gloomily.
"Ah, woe is me!" she sighed. ""All's
adversity and trouble! Two more sheep
lay down with the disease tonight. But,
worse than that, Josiah, my good son,
who hath ever had a hearty appetite,
for the past fortnight almost refusetli
food."
"What doth ail Josiah?" Simon asked
with interest.
"No one can say," she answered,
' but luethinks 'tis the sight of so much
wicked vanity and worldly display that
our cousin h.ith seen fit to bring into
this hitherto reverent village that hath
upset Josiah. Ah, lackaday, such
scenes as we perforce must witness!
Why, just tonight in going to the vil
lage I took the short path through the
Mayland farm, and there before the
door sat this papist lover of Margaret
in a suit of lavender satin trimmed
with gilt needlework, stringing a lute,
and she, standing by with her hand on
bis shoulder, was humming the air of
some French song. Both were so in
tent upon their wicked music that they
did uot even see me, Margaret's aunt.
Such a sight sickened me, and I la
mented my slotlifuluess in taking the
short way. To be a constant eyewit
ness of such foolishness, as perforce
Josiah is, can ne'er h<?lp grieving him.
Frithee, a pious, God fearing man, as
he is well known to be, feels a respon
sibility for his cousin's soul and re
gents her cool and brazen determina
tion to go her evil way."
"Nay, good dame," Simon ventured
to reassure her. "Thou must ha' no
fears for the loss «>t' Mistress Mayland's
soul, for I warrant thee that the spirit
that must dwell in such a beautiful
body could ne'er find else but a place
In heaven."
"There, that is the way wi' the men,"
•rlrd the woman angrily—"over seeing
outward signs, which are devil's snares,
and attributing them to the work of
' the good Lord!"
Her eyes, glaring around wrathfully,
•lianeed to catch a glimpse of the roses
tangling from Hetty's little knot of
black hair, which that maid in her
[jlea.sure at Simon's gift had entirely
"CouUlst thou jiinh n It, Simon T"
I forgotten to remove. Her mother was
it her side in an Instant, tore the flow-
I ers out, threw them on the floor and
stamped on them.
"Thou vain, wicked, empty head!"
I she cried shrilly. "Thy ouly thought to
! !ay snares for the senses o' men, for
t getting thy father in heaven! Thou'd
like to copy die wanton ways of thy
| cousin, wouldst thou, so that thy good
i brother could have more cause for
grieving an' be kept louger at his
prayers?"
Hetty, who was really terrified at her
mother's auger, began to weep gently.
Mistress Taunston strutted to the large
cupboard at the other end of the room
to bant; up her bonnet, and Simon,
troubled beyond expression at the sight
of Hetty's tears, contrived to slip a
crumpled piece of paper Into her hand,
whispering quickly: "Happen this will
comfort thee, sweet. I writ it at the
tallow chandler's on my way up here.
'Tin good verse, Hetty, and of marvel
ous rhyme. Fare thee well, sweet."
Then, taking up his hat, he strode to
the door, calling his adieus loudly to
the older woman, who answered in a
muffled voice from the Interior of the
cupboard.
Once safely in her room, Iletty drew
the wooden bolt across the door and,
sitting down before the piece of glass
that constituted her mirror, removed
her kerchief and with sparkling eyes
looked at her white throat encircled by
the silver chain.
"If mother e'er sees it she will burn
It," she whispered, looking toward the
door to make sure she had secured it
against intruders. "Now for Simon's
missive. For all he loves his farm,
mcthinks he Is not entirely lacking iu
sentiment. Mayhap 'tis ft love verse."
Undoing the crumpled piece of paper,
Hetty deciphered the writing with
great difficulty:
To swote Hetty 1 fane
Would brlns a chanc.
With a lovo charm of a hart
That will never- no, never—let us part.
Hetty walked to the window and
lifted her flushed, pleased face to the
calm star lit sky.
"Methought never to have liked that
clumsy Simon so well," she whispered.
"His comparisons were e'er so homely
I much mlsliked him, but now tiiat fie
can write such love verses 1 ween that
he Is uot without good parts."
CHAPTER XIII.
THE next morning the sun rose
red and hot above the hills.
Not a breath of air stirred, and
a close sultriness pervaded the
atmosphere. Laborers going to their
work mopped their brows and lookisl
anxiously at the clear, deep blue arch
of the heavens for a glimpse of a cloud
that might perchance grow larger as
tbfl day. adyuused auf spread Itself be-
j fore the burning sun, but above the
horizon not -a speck of white cotild tlie
eye discover.
Josiah Tauuston, hid homespun shirt
of linen thrown open at the neck and
his broad brimmed hat pulled down
over his eyes, came through the woods
with quick strides, his feet crunching
down the dry twigs with a crackling
sound as he walked. A young robin,
having injured its wing in falling out
of the nest, fluttered and chirped in his
path, and the mother bird, frantic, call
ed sharp, shrill Instructions from a
tree near by. With an imprecation ,To
siah kicked the maimed bird out of his
path, killing it, and strode on without
even a backward look. Nor did he ap
pear to see the mother bird, who in
her pain and anguish swooped up and
down wildly in all directions, or to hear
her shrieks of agonizing sorrow.
Matters of importance having taken
up his time, it was late In the day. al
most at the hour of noon, when Taun
ston. homeward bound, reached the
spring brook that ran by the door of
old Adam Browdie, the goldsmith. Re
moving his hat and wiping the beads of
perspiration from his heated face, he
knelt upon the bank and, making a re
ceptacle of the hollow of bis hand, pro
ceeded to quench his thirst. The gold
smith, having observed him from the
window, hastened toward him with a
pewter mug.
"Good morrow, Master Taunston.
Happen thou'lt not get enough in thy
hand." he said. "Hot days make dry
throats."
"Thank thee, Adam."
Taking the mug. Josiah filled It and
raised it to his lips, draining the last
drop.
"I had a tankard of ale at the tavern,
but that papist of a Frenchman, who
doth intrude himself here a-dangling
after my cousin, Margaret Mayland,
with an eye, I trow, to the possession
of her estate, lounged about the rooms
with such an air of insolent effrontery,
walked past me once or twice so close
he fairly trod ul>on my toes, acting,
forsooth, as if he desired me to take
open offense at his bad manners,
clanked his sword and appeared so
anxious for all to admire his suit of
gaudy finery that I was a'most vomit
ed with disgust, and man, I could
scarce get breath until I had put a
distance between us."
The goldsmith, evidently busy, had
resumed his seat on his bench and
was followed closely by Taunston, who
now on the subject of his favorite
grievance was not inclined to go on
his way until he had unbosomed him
self to his neighbor; so, taking a
lounging position in the doorway, he
prepared to go on with a recital of
his wrongs when suddenly he made a
sharp exclamation, his glanoe having
fallen on a finely wrought chain of gold
from which was suspended a small
cross that was being forged together
by the skillful hands of the g"'dsmith.
Adam raised his eyes to his visitor's
face in surprise. "Hath pain, Josiab?"
"Nay," he answered sternly, "but
anguish for thee, Adam, that thou iu
thine ignorance hath been induced to
handle a charm of evil magic such as
thou holdst in thy hands."
"This necklet evil?"
The goldsmith, having completed his
task, held up the chain In bewilder
ment.
"This? Why, 'tis the property of
thy beauteous cousin. Mistress May
land," lie answered, "who left it with
me more than a fortnight since; but,
mine arm being stiff with a sprain I
received the day it came, I hail ne'er
a chance before to mend ft."
"Ha, ha!" Tuunston laughed dis
cordantly. "I' truth, 'tis no wonder
thou hast sprains," he '■ deep
significance, "when thou doth keep
such devil's Implements about thee.
Thou'lt have worse than sprains an thou
takest not more care, good neighbor."
At the ominous words and manner
of his visitor the goldsmith's face
paled, and his jaw dropped as he
stared at him, aghast. Almost uncon
r.ciously he laid the chain down.
"What nieanst thou?"
.Tosiah shook his head sadly and let
jils long face grow longer as he said:
'Oft and many a time have I reasoned
rt-lth Margaret Mayland against the
wearing of that idolatrous emblem,
arglng her that It would do her harm,
>ut she, ever o'er headstrong, would
not heed me, which fact I much de
plore. My mother, a woman widely
known for her wisdom, asserteth that
from the day our cousin brought that
cross among us we have been sorely
beset with misfortunes. First the
drought. We have ne'er had rain since
the big storm. How can planted seed
grow? And then the disease among
the sheep. Our lambs must all ha' died.
Ah, lackaduy, 'tis a great loss to ii
hardworking, saving man!"
He sighed drearily.
"An", Adam, I repeat it, woe to US
all the day that accurst cross was
brought to this village!"
The goldsmith, posse- ing even more
than the customary large amount of su
perstitlou held by his n -igh><>r-. glanced
fearfully about him, moving farther
along the bench from the cross and
chain, and Joslali, seeing the impres
sion he was making, continued with
solemn emphasis:
"But, mind ye, we would not ha' given
blame to our cousin's headstrong per
sistency so readily had 1 not held con
verse with a French peddler, a dealer
in magic charms, who told me on his
oath that crosses of gold were known
among men o' his trade to be pos
sessed of devils and to bring liarui to
ail who touched them."
So great was the superstition of that
period, so llrm the belief in charms,
black art and magic, that the gold
smith, almost overcome by the knowl
edge of his danger, fairly trembled
with apprehension.
"Lord, hu' mercy! I'll —I'll send the
wicked gewgaw home by Christopher,"
he said, "an he comes in from the
weeding."
After an Interchange of a few more
words Josiah proceeded on Ills way,
and old Adam was left alone in his
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TU btiiil ihn u h lad ytu ynw home by
Vh rltlopher
room, that was half kitchen, half work
shop. At first he walked about nerv
onsly. casting timid glances at the gold
en trinket on the bench, now glittering
in the warm embrace of a sunbeam
that had fallen on it; then, as if forc
ing himself to sudden and brave de
termination, he stood erect, found a
piece of paper, laid it on the bench and
procured a pair of tongs, with which
he lifted the chain and cross, placing
them upon it. His hands trembled.
Adam'!!''face was white and his breath
came in gasps as, barely touching the
edges of the wrapping, be hastily made
it into a small parcel.
"Other pains I ha' had:" he muttered.
"An" all the while I was thinking that
my lumbago came from cold! A£, woe,
woe! Such evil days as we ha' fallen
on! Good Lord, ha' mercy, I pray, an'
keep us safe."
CHAPTER XIV.
UNDER a tree that spread its
leafy branches over the grass
that stretched out before the
house the young mistress of
the Mayland farm, wearing a dress of
thinnest white linen, sat with her lover
on a wooden bench. Both were silent.
La Fabienne watching with interest
the endeavors of a young robin that
was struggling with a large ground
worm and Margaret absorbed In her
own thoughts, that seemed from the
pensive and serious expression on her
face to l>e far away and troublesome.
Although large clouds had spread
themselves over the sky, obscuring the
sun, the heat of the afternoon seemed
to exceed that of the morning. Not a
leaf stirred; the dogs lay motionless in
the shade panting, and the air was
close, surcharged with heat and heavy-
Giles, passing with a wagon load of
6tones, touched his hat respectfully,
calling to them that relief was In sight,
as the clouds were forming for a thun
derstorm.
"An' from the looks of yon black
cloud methinks 'twill be a heavy one,
good Giles," La Fabienne replied; then,
turning to Margaret, who at the in
terruption of her meditation had drawn
a quick breath, half a sigh, half an
expression of unpleasant thought, in
quired, "Hath lightning terrors for
thee, sweet?"
"Say, not now, when thou art here,"
she said gently, laying her hand on his
sleeve with a caressing touch, "but
last night, Godfrey, I had a dream of
evil omen that, I confess, hath dis
turbed me. I dreamt that enemies by
stratagem took thee from me; then
came telling me that thou wert In this
place and that to taunt me. Wild eyed,
my hair hanging down my back and
giving loud piercing shrieks of distress,
I followed their directions only to find
upon my arrival that thou -wert not
there. Ob, Godfrey, 'twas an awful
night! An* the terror of It hangs o'er
me today."
"Bon Dicu," he exclaimed, pressing
the small hand affectionately, "how art
thou changed from the gay, laughing
Margaret who but lately dwelt In Par-
Is! Away with such megrims, sweet!
"lis this dull village, filled with scowl
ing Puritans, that weareth on thy
nerves, I do protest. I' truth, Marga
ret," he continued more thoughtfully,
"a man whose lot hath been to be much
ut court as mine hath sees many sldea
of life, but beshrew me if I hare ever
before encountered such Ignorance, in
tolerance and narrow minded bigotry
us doth here exist. Ofttlmes when
lounging about the Inn and perforce
listening to the conversations and ar
guments of these sorry wights X fain
must call for another bumper in an
endeavor to raise my sinking spirits
lest I do myself harm from sheer de
pression."
lie laughed lightly at bis Jest, and
Margaret smiled.
"Then the manner of my cousin Jo
siali Tannston and bis mother doth
grieve me," she continued softly. "They
make their avoidance of me so plain,
nud Iletty, whom 1 love, is forbid my
house. Each day I receive an added
slight from tliem, one day this, an
other that. Only this morning one of
I lie shepherds brought me word that
two more lambs were stricken with the
disorder that is spreading about among
the sheep, causing much loss and dam
age. So when 1 was dressed I crossed
over to mine auut's house to ask of her
the remedy she hath for the malady.
To my civil greeting she returned a
surly nod, did not invite me to enter
• nil replied that she knew of no cure
for the trouble among my sheep unless
it was constaut prayer. Then she ad
vised me with sneers and grim insinu
ations to ask <iod 011 my knees to lift
the evil out of my heart and to scatter
the black and evil spirits that had to
all appearances obtained control of
" "Talked she so to thee, sweet?" Sir
Kodfrey cried angrily. "Thou goeth
there then no more! She hates thee be
cause thou wilt not love Joslah!"
"And when 1 was going down the
path," Margaret continued, "I met Het
ty coming from the brook with the
ewers, and when she stopped to give
me greeting her mother called to her
quite wildly from the doorway to come
on at once, as if she feared I would do
Hetty harm," she concluded sudly.
For a time I.a l'abienne sat quietly,
maintaining un nngry silence; then he
said:
"Margaret, mcthougbt once to go
away for the nonce .and then come
Vnck for thee. But now, when I go,
I'll take thee with me, and we'll re
turn no more."
Margaret slipped her hand Into his
with clinging flngors.
"Godfrey, oh, my love," she whisper
ed, with tears standing In her eyes,
"there Is a terror, un apprehension un
deflneri, hanging over me. Tho cold
looks of these people weigh heavy on
my heart. Take me with thee when
thou goest."
"An thou say the word .we go to
morrow," he exclaimed sternly, hold
lug tho small band strongly In his own.
"Klglit willingly would I, Godfrey,
for without my dear father naught
pleasant here doth hold me. Ilut cares
of the estato, the selection of a perma
nent overseer, which I find difficult;
new buildings for the tenants, now In
construction, and many matters of Im
portance to mine Interests will keep
me here a few weeks longer. Clothe
thy soul in patience for that small
time, dear Godfrey"—she lifted her
head quickly, stnlllug through her tears
"au' when thou seest a solemn face
that doth depress thee"—
"I'll think of thine, my winsome
love," ho Interrupted happily, pleased
at tho change la her mood, "a face so
beauteous to mine eyes that when a
remembrance of It shall flash across
u>y mental vision I swear that all
black horrors will disappear, melted
away, verily, by the radiance of It."
"Thou fltttterer, Godfrey!" Morgaret
exclaimed softly, her lips curving Into
a smile. "Such high sounding praises
come easily to u courtier. Nay"— she
raised her linger warulngly—"swear not
by"—
One of the lads from the village com
ing around the corner of the house In
their direction caused Margaret to
pause, the unspoken words on her lips.
Much embarrassed at coming upon
the person of Sir Godfrey La Fablenne
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pulled hi* forelock bashfully, then
etood still, uncertain whether to ad
rance or retreat. Margaret, seeing his
confusion, beckoned him to approach.
"What Is thine errand, good lad?"
" "Tls thy trinket. Mistress Mayland,
that my gran'ther, Adam Browdle, the
goldsmith, hath mended for thee, an',
with your leave, mistress"—timidly giv
ing her the parcel—"he did Instruct me
to say that be would ha' mended It be
fore had It not been for the Inconven
ience of a sprain."
La Fablenne, who had unfastened
the wrapping, was now examining the
workmanship critically.
" 'Tls finely wrought and jointed to
gether skillfully, Margaret," he said.
"Here, lad," throwing Christopher a
gold piece; "here's a coin for thy grand
lather's trouble." *
The boy, much pleased, caught the
cold piece, doffed his cap and walked
away. Just then a flash of lightning
streaked the sky that by now was
thickly covered with bla<& clouds, fol
lowed by a low, rumbling sound of
thunder, causing the boy to pause and
look about him doubtfully.
Margaret, who had risen, called to
him to remain; to go back and wait
in the kitchen with the maids until the
storm was over, but Christopher shook
his head and, muttering that the gold
smith would be angry if he delayed,
ran down to the turnstile, sprang over
It and, hurriedly deciding that the path
through the forest would be the quick
est way home, plunged into the thicket.
Hardly was he under the shelter of
the trees when a pattering sound was
heard, and the rain beat down in great
drops. Then the wind rose in a wild
fury, the tall trees bent and swayed,
tussling with Its rough strength, and
the grass and vines were swept down
even with the earth.
Christopher, holding his jacket close
about him, with his cap la his hand,
walked on quickly, Inwardly congrat
ulating hiuisclf upon the fact that he
had been wise enough to seek the shel
tered path through the woods instead
of the open roadway that was unpro
tected by high trees. Little, sharp
flashes of lightning appeared almost
constantly, and the thunder was con
stant, low, threatening, ominous. In
nocent of his danger and not under
standing tho harsh, growling sounds
of warning from the heayeo*, Christo
pher proceeded way. Now the
clouds had jnrt)wn so thick and black
that thfi*.i«frest was almost as dark as
night, and the rain fell In blinding tor
rent *. Soon a sharp flash of lightning
ran - zigzag through the sky, then a
clap of thunder louder than the report
of a cannon resounded from end to end
of the village. •
Christopher gave a wild scream of
terror and stood still, uncertain wheth
er to advance or go back. Although
the forest was familiar playground to
him, he appeared to lose his way and
staggered on blindly until, a long, vivid
flash of lightning Illuminating his path,
he found his bearings, and, remember
ing the cave on the other side of the
precipice now near at hand, he resolv
ed to seek safety and shelter there.
With the wind and rain beating him
backward, he climbed the steep ascent,
clinging with his hands and feet to tho
roots and bushes in his way until he
reached the top, where was a precipice,
with water rushing in wild turmoil
fifty feet beneath. Now the lightning
was so near It seemed to be playing
through the forest in long flashes of
brilliant light, and the dark clouds al
most touched the tops of the trees.
Suddenly, with greater Intensity, the
wind rushed shrilly over the mono
tain.
The boy, pale with terror, on the edge
of the precipice, •wound his arms about
the trunk of a tall oak tree, clinging to
It for support and protection. He dared
not move another step, and all thought
of reaching tho care was abandoned.
Another blinding flash, followed by two
more in quick succession! The poor
young lad, alone on this height In the
midst of the awful disturbance of the
elements, frantic with terror, sent forth
scream after scream that the wind and
rain defied human ears to hear above
their boisterous noise and din. Then
the clouds opened, showing light like
the blast from a furnace, and—oh,
God!—a peal of thunder BO loud that
the village people with prayers on their
lips fell 011 their knees, raising their
wliito faces to heaven.
The tall oak tree was struck ana rent
asunder; flames shot up, were put out
by the heavy rifts of rain, and clouds
of steaming smoke filled the forest. Tho
large tree staggered, then fell with a
sharp noise of crackling branches that
drowned the sickening sound of the
dull thud of Christopher's body as It
fell lifeless from the edge of the preci
pice into the swirling, tumbling rapids
of the angry waters below. Nor was
heard the clanking ring of the gold
coiu as It fell, striking against the rocks
with a sharp, metallic sound, from bis
stiffening fingers.
fro 118 CONTINUED.] J
A Bride'* MUapprchenalon,
It was the first Sunday in their preV
ty new flat, and Mrs. G. determined
to celebrate ihe Joyous day with a
dinner which would make her young
husband think he bad married not only
"the sweetest girl In tho world," but
"the best cook." It was perfectly
lovely to set the llttlo round dialog
room table with the nicest presents,
ami*the preparation of a tempting
salad and dessert was not exactly (L
trying ordenl, but the roasting of the
chicken made her a little nervous. Aft
er succeeding, with the assistance of
a large oilcloth book, In getting the
fowl Into the oven she sang from sheer
relief. A llttlo later, when the music
bud ceased and the silence In the
kitchen became suspicious, Mr. Q.
opened the door. Kneeling down be
fore the oven, with flushed face and
tearful eyes, was Mrs. G, On the
floor beside her was the cookbook, and
In one hand was a long needle with
white thread. "Oh, dearie," she cried,
"It Is going to burn my hands Just
dreadfully to baste this chicken ever f
fifteen mlnutoul"—What to Eat.
Elephant* In (unda.
"Elephants In Uganda have a pecu
liar aspect that I have not noticed
elsewhere," writes a traveler. "They
cover their bodies, as n protection
against flies, with the bright red- vol
canic dust contained In the soil. This
gives them a remarkable appearance,
as, instead of being a slaty gray, os In
the Nile valley, their color, when thus
covered with dust, resembles that of a
chestnut horse."
An Idle I'll rnnc.
There Is one sentence lu the English
language that has an easy time, and
there is no prospect of Its ever l>eing
overworked. It is composed of these
four words, "It was my fault."—Jewell
City (Kan.) llepubllcan.
Ilia Conclunlon.
lvnicker—Jones has joined a debating
club. Bocker—No? Whom did he mar
ry?— Brooklyn Ufe.
lie that despairs degrades the Deity.