Decatur Democrat, Volume 35, Number 29, Decatur, Adams County, 9 October 1891 — Page 7

CRUEL —AS THE GRAVE; -------0B- — The Secret of DunraYen Castle. _U BY ANNIE ASHMORE, Author of "Faithful Margaret,” Etc., Etc CHAPTER I. SLEAT-NA-VRECKEN. All day lons the blast had scourged the northern seas into a maelstrom of boiling surf: the heavens were eclipsed by leaden clouds which trailed their ragged -skirts along the surface of the waters; lightnings streamed from the rent skies like fire through an open door; thunders rolled—it was a wild day, tha’! Set in the midst of this’ elemental frenzy, a rock-bound islet stood, black ’ and steadfast; its basaltic cliffs were • crowned by an apcient square embattled tower. A flag streamed from its turrets, the broad rose-window of its - -chapel glimmered amid the wild wrack of the storm. The breakers roared around the foot ■of the isle—leaped upon its rocky walls, flinging their snowy foam up even to the castle parapet, and fell back in a thousand silvery rills, to crouch and leap again in endless, ineffectual fury. When the hour of sunset came, a wild glare shot from the angry west across the seething waste, and along that fiery pathway a little ship came fleeing before the storm under bare po'es. She was a slight and dainty craft, more fit for the silver reaches of the Thames than for those fierce Hebridean seas. Yet, like some high-couraged, beautiful animal running for its life, she still kept her ravening pursuers, the waves, behind her, and staggered on undaunt d. It was Edgar Arden’s yacht, the Merganser, which had been blown out of her course, and was now running head on for the iron bound isle as, fast as the wind and current could drive her. Edgar Arden and his stout-hearted men were utter strangers in these seas: they had made a long and gallant fight for dear life, and hoped even ye: to slip by the looming rock and find safe searoom beyond But as that fierce ray lit the scene, showing distinclly for the first time the form of the foam-swathed rock, a voice rose from among the little company on the laboring bark, a voice like the knell -of doom: “The Sleat na-Vrccken! Beware the Sleat-na-Vrecken!” The men, clinging each to his place that he might not be swept away by the crowding waves, turned with one accord to ga<e at the utterer of the warning It was the only man among them who knew these waters, an old Highlander whom they had picked up about Tona for pilot. Rain < r shine, no eye had ever before seen old Kenmore moved; his spirit was hard as his country's granite, and not easily daunted, but he was daunted now Elevated above them all and hanging on to the bare mast, with his long white locks drifting on the gale, he gazed upon the approaching isle in pale dismay. “The Sleat-na-Vrecken!” echoed Edgar Arden quickly, “where have I heard that wild Norse name? Or is it only a reminiscence of some old sea legend? Strange! It rings familiar in my ear. But what particular peril arc we in from that black rock? Eh, Kenmore.” He was a fine fellow, Arden; the beau ideal off a gallant, brave patrician; no skepy languor or lily fingers with him, he was (all life and fire, yet with that look in lUs Hashing eyes which women love men for. “Tender and true,” as “Douglas” of the sweet ballad, was Arden of Inchcape: and if he had not yet discovered the lady who was destined to win his loyal heart, it was through no coldness of temperament or predominance of self-conceit. Edgar Arden had not been very long promoted to the acknowledged heirship of a noble English house: he was the orphan son of the nearest of kin to the Earl of Inchcape; and when that nobleman • lost his beautiful young wife abroad five years before, having no issue save a daughter by first wife, he brought his heir-at law home to Inchcape Fosse, and formally ratified his rights. was already a gentleman in character and breeding, and he entered that desolate house like a blessing to the embittered Inchcape, upon whom a crushing calamity had recently fallen. He had always heard so much of Inchcape's fine career, his philanthropic projects, his political power, that when he first came to the Fosse and found his kinsman a broken, brooding man, with noble- aspirations all forgotten, and powers unheeded, his ardent young heart was touched, and he loved him with no commop love. Lord Inchcape gradually awoke to the comforting sweetness of this unex- * . pected affection. He marked the youth and began to thank God that, since lie was denied a son of his own body, this true man was to stand in that relation to him. Thus it was that Edgarbecame the beloved of Inchcape, master and e people. He was denied nothing that he set his heart upon—his will was law. He craved a yacht; the earl presented him with a nonpareil in yachts—the Meigauser. He wanted a crew; the due complement of men was culled from the flower of Lord Inchcape’s tenantry. And well they loved their gallant young captain: they would have followed him round the world at his bid; nobody was so great; or so good in their eyes as '“Arden of Inchcape.” Edgar had been alone in the world since his infancy, when he lost both his parents. A guardian had then taken cold care of him according to the letter of his instructions, sending him to a first-class academy, and then to Eaton; but small was the home happiness until Lord Inchcape took him home to the Fosse. Edgar had enjoyed his usual luck in his trip in the Mergauser until he took Kenmore aboard like a second Jonah. He had never shown the least devotion to his young captain; he had been cold and formal in what brief intercourse he had deigned to hold with him, and a stern and silent man among his mates on board the Mergauser. He was a man of giant stature, straight and massive as a tower, with snow-white locks and pale-blue, piercing northern eyes. An expression of hauteur redeemed his rough-hewn features from vulgarity, and he had well-earned the respect of master and mates by his nautical skill and the scrupulous fulfillment of his duties. As Edgar Arden demanded the nature of the peril which threatened them, the old man answered sternly: “Many a brave ship has laid her bones at the foot of yon blaek a, Ev-;' /■

current that runs like a mill race to the rock—it has got a grip of our kee( by now, and we’re but a leaf in the storm.* The boding words struck heavily on the hearts of the men; eye sought eye blankly; they were weary and faint from the toil of the day. But Arden’s cheery voice rang out again. “While there’s life there’s hope, ” cried he. “My stout men know no fear, and we’re all brave swimmers. I see an inhabited fort on the rock, and if our ship must go to pieces the people will doubtless be on the lookout for the poor castaways. ” The half-drowned sailors burst out with a rousing hurrah! Hope returned when Arden spoke, his gallant spirit infused itself into every breast. But Kenmore turned away with a look of chill unbelief, and fixed his eyes upon the isle, which was swiftly looming nearer. Gradually his stern features softened, and his keen eye filled with gentle emotion. “Farewell! farewell! unhappy Dunraven,” Edgar heard him muttering: “I’ve seen the curse fall upon you, but I’ll never see it lifted. Farewell, fair injured lady! ye will tarry long for leal Kenmore, as ye’ve tarried for deliverance; they will not come! Farewell to you, proud Oolava, child of sorrow! In vain do your starry e’en shine o’er the lonely main, till a strong hand opens your cage ye canna win out! And whate’er comes to lady and child, 1 shanna be th re to see; for old Kenmore will come again no more! no more!” ; Arden listened to this weird outburst with indescribable amaze, a strange look on his face. It was not only that he was astonished at the revelation of a passionately loyal nat re in this unbending old salt, or at the pure and poetical language which he used, enhanced as it was by that plaintive, musical intonation which is only to be heard north of Inverness. He listened to the wild lament, and watched the scant and bitter tears of old age that started to the old man’s eyes; and in spite of the peril of the moment, a sudden fiery curiosity possessed him: he felt as if he could not die until he had fathomed this amazing mystery. When Kenmore had ceased to speak and was sinking into mournful reverie, Eagar abruptly addressed him, “What do you know of Sleat-na-Vrecken?” Kenmore started and met his eyes sternly. “I was born upon Sleat-na-Vrecken — ay, and it looks as if I wad e’en die at its foot!” replied he. “Than you know all about it?” said the young captain, eager.y; “you know whether the tower upon its summit is not called ‘Dunraven Tower,’ eh?” Kenmore’s stern face grew fierce, his beetling brows met over his flashing eyes in a sudden blaek scowl. “Who spake of Dunraven?” growled he. “Ah! I remember now'” cried Edgar in great agitation; “my lord’s chart of his domains—the little islet in the northern seas, I saw it in print, but I never heard it pronounced before, and the name of the town was Dunraven!” His hurrying thoughts went on in silence: an incredible revelation was opening to him; he was stunned by it He had conned over the great chart of Inchcapers possessions with the earl for instructor; and there he had seen the tiny islet Sleat-na-VreCken crowned by Dunraven Tower. “A wild place that!” he had said, laughingly; “how do you pronounce it?” And iny lord had moodily passed it by unpronounced, and his voice had sounded unnatural when next he spoke, upon a far different subject. And now this Kenmore was lamenting the fates of an injured lady who would look in vain for her leal Kenmore,’ and eff proud Oolava, a child of sorrow, whose cage door would never be opened to set Jier free until some strong hand came from afar! And “Arden of Inchcape” thought of the beautiful bride who had died abroad five years ago, to the utter spoiling of his kinsman s life; ana of Lord Inchcape’s fair daughter who was supposed to be still at her education on the Continent; and it struck him like the lightning’s flash that he had found them—that they were in yonder Tower of Dunraven! “Tell me,” he said, imperiously, laying his hand upon the pilot’s shoulder, “who dwells in Dunraven Tower?” Kenmore was mute; ho gazed in the young man’s face with fierce curiosity. “I see the flag flying from the turret,” cried Edgar, “so I know that a member of the family is there. Who is it, man? I command you to tell me ; —l have a right to know. ” Kenmore looked at the imperious young gentleman from head to fqot, and his smile was grim as death. “Maybe it’s the lord himself,” ho vouchsafed to say at last, “No! no! You know it is not,” exclaimed Edgar. “Why should you like to deceive me?” “Honored sir,” quoth Kenmore, dryly, “if ye wad excuse the freedom I wad submit that ye had better be saying your prayers, ’gin we a’ gang to the bottom, than peering into matters that concern ye not!” “That’s all you know! I may have a deep interest in this matter. Come, open your stubborn mouth, and tell me what I want to hear. ” “May my tongue rot in my stubborn mouth before I speak the words!” exclaimed the old man fiercely. “There’s some strange mystery here.” said Edgar, falling back from before the wile bla. e of hate that shot from those pale-blue eyes: “Well, well, it is scarcely the time to pursue a clew when my life may Just be ending. Yet who can say? Perhaps I may be carried within those tower walls before the day is done, dead or alive. ” This he muttered to himself, but Kenmore, who was listening closely, retorted Bitterly: “Foul fall the day that sees a false Lowland face enter yonder walls! Rather wad I see these waves your windingsheet and the foot of Sleat-na-Vrecken your grave!” Arden had no time to express his as tonishment at this heathenish remark, for at this moment a loud cry from the sailors recalled his attention to their present danger. The island was now so near that the very seaweed on the rocks could be distinctly seen, as it rose from time to time out of the boiling surf. A landing stage ran out from the base of the cliff, but it was half the time drowned by the waves; no soul stood upon it Suddenly a blaze streamed up from the top of the tower, and a deep-toned bell began to clang; the Mergauser was seen, and the people of the tower were signaling her. Arden cheered his men with new hopes of rescue, and gave them careful instructions how to fight for their lives after the vessel struck. He then spoke a few quiet, heartfelt words to his mate, an Intelligent young man who was much attached to him; he was giving him a message of farewell for Lord Inchcape in case of his own death. “Tell him I did my best to preserve his heir,” said he, with a rueful laugh. He then turned to Kenmore, who was once more wrapped in his own thoughts, saying heartily: “You don’t like me because I’m an Englishman, but then you don’t know me, and it doesn’t matter now. You are a loyal fellow and I honor you. There, let us die at peace with one another, if die we most.* He extended hi* hand to the old Highlander, but

even then Kenmore shook his head with a look of utter aversion "Lithe and mellow was the tongue that brought ruin upon Dunravenl” muttered he, “and that tongue was English. I canna forget! I canna forget!* Edgar-turned from him more in wonder than anger; a strange impatience came upon him, it teemed hard that he might die just when his loot was upon the verge of this undreamed of mystery. And now the Mergauser was under the isle—entering its shadow—surrounded by its breakers. Suddenly a man appeared upon the landing stage—another and another —a swarm of resellers covered the wavewashed platform; and the small' figure that clung to the face of the cliff above them, assigning to each his place with a wave of the hand —was a woman. Arden could see her as distinctly as if she stood beside him, a darkly beautiful creature, in the earliest bloom of youth, clad in dark blue, with a glimmer of gold at forehead ana throat, and a wild, white, inspired face turned toward the doomea yacht. “It is Oblava herself!” shouted Kenmore in ecstasy. “Saw you ever her peer among your whimpering dames?" “So that is ‘Oolava,’ that fiery sea princess!” thought Edgar, with a leap of the heart, “that is Lord Dunraven’s daughter!” He could see the jetty curves of Tier hair and the panting of her breast. He met her deep, dark, flashing eyes; they pierced him to the very heart; when, with a shivering shock, the Mergauser struck —remained wedged as if in a vise; the pursuing waves caught up at last, lifted themselves up like a mountain, and descended with a crash upon the pretty toy, which went to pieces instantly. , CHAPTER 11. “DO THE DEAD iND THE LOST COME BACK?” Edgar Arden had gone down in the seething depths at the foot of grim Sleat-na-Vrecken; when he next looked up the scene had mightily changed. He lay in a noble apartment, simply and delicately furnished with pearly hues sparingly flecked with dead gold; lofty walls with dark polished panels finely carved; tall narrow windows heavily draped with gray velvets threaded with tarnished gold; an ancient room as any in Holyrood. The bed he lay on was canopied and draped in antique fashion, its curtains had been swept apart at the foot, to allow the clear soft light of a waxen taper to fall upon his face. This taper was held in the hand of a lady who was watching him with rapt attention; for a few moments he gazed full in her face before she seemed to believe him awake and in his right mind. The pleasant crackle of a fire in a distant part of the room was all the sound he heard. What a -strange, sad, brooding face hers was! So wan, so transparent, that he felt a shock almost as if he had seen a spirit It was very evident that she had a history; storms had passed over that face, her eyes burned with the consuming fire of an ever living pain. She had been very beautiful, of a graceful, spirituelle type, with the refined sentiment and elegant graces of gentle birth; but the glory ot her day was past; her noble form was wasted, a deep melancholy darkened her expression. Her dress was severely simple, no faintest attempt at decoration relieved it, and yet she wore it with such a grace, the lines of her form were so flowing, that she lent a majesty to the dress which no splendor could have given. As his fainting faculties returned to him, Edgar contemplated’this woman as if she had been a vision; but the spell was broken when she moved to bend over him with anxious solicitude. Full recollection returned to Edgar, and with it the darting consciousness that-here stood Lady Inchcape, his kinsman's lost wife. Lovely as he had heard her called, sorrowful, pining as under p crushing and ever present affliction. Surely this was Engelonde Inchcape, for whose sake Lord Inchcape renounced the world, and buried his noble powers and ambitions in brooding solitude in the meridian of his days. In sudden overpowering excitement Edgar sprang up, stretched but his hands to the lady and made a gasping attempt to utter her name, but he fell back instantly, pressed down by the heavy hand of weakness and pain and could only lie white and panting, with a yearning look fastened upon her. Startled by his abrupt movement, the lady flew to his side and took his hand in her own small, burning ones. “Are you in pain? I am so sorry,” said she sweetly. “What can Ido for you?” He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it fervently, and still he could not command his voice to speak. “You are very weak, and must not exert yourse.f,” said she, soothingly. “You have been dreadfully hurt, though not motally, and no bones are broken. lam glad to have such good news to tell you. ” She smiled gently, and seating herself by his pillow, began to fan him with a soft plumy scented fan, talking still in low, friendly tones that stole about the heart of her unknown kinsman with a strange power. “You want to hear the fate of your crew; bo at peace, they were all saved, every one. A few fractures and contusions, that is the worst; but they are all made comfortable and are asleep in the cots of the Highland fishermen down by the shore. Does that relieve you?” He nodded mute assent; his mind was in such confusion that he could do nothing but lie and regard her with his soul in his eyes. Sweet lady, Is this your fate? Chained to this sterile rock in the midst of the seas, consigned to your gnawing grief unhelped and uncomforted, while your bright beauty wastes in its summer prime. Alas! beautiful Engelonde Inchcape, what had you done to deserve this? “You are trying to recall whether you have ever seen me before,” said she, shrinking uneasily under his unconscious gaze. “No, no; we are utter strangers to each other. You are in Dunraven Tower, and my simple Highland folk call me their lady, because I am the wife of their absent chief. How should you have met a recluse like me? No, no, no; pur paths in life lie far apart ” Her voice died away, she brooded mournfully over the thoughts suggested by her own words. Edgar shook off the preoccupation which had hitherto held him dumb; he had resolved upon his course. If he had indeed found Lord Inchcape’s vanished wife and daughter in this seclusion, he had by chance stumbled upon a secret which the earl bad never chosen to confide to him. It was clear that as yet Lady Inchcapg did not suspect that he was her husband’s heir, nor had he any right to complicate the situation by enlightening her. He might not long be Obliged to intrude here—he determined to make an effort to maintain his incognito; at least until he had confessed his involuntary intrusion to Lord Inchcape. Therefore he answered Lady Inchcape’s last words by the statement, meant to reassure her evident anxiety lest he might have recognized her fact: “No, madam, I am sure I have never met you anywhere before, far as I have traveled. I should never have forgotten you; And now that I owe my life to your goodness, I trust the day may come when I may prove my 'gratitude. Allow me to give you my name—Edgar; I am an Englishman. *.

He could not look at her, or speak to her in the impersonal conventional fashion warranted by their brief acquaintance, with all that he knew of her in his heart; and she felt the peculiar magnetism of his manner; she was attracted strangely, every word he spoke entered her heart as genuine. “I make you welcome to my lonely home, Mr. Edgar.” said she with her pensive smile; “although your visit was involuntary and we have the tempest to thank for our Introduction to each other. None enter here from the outer world save the wretched and the lost”— the pathetic voice paused here and she seemed to follow the thought suggested by her last words a little way, her two brilliant eyes fixed on vacancy, but soon she roused herself and went on; “so that we have little to tempt us to watch the ocean, and we had almost let you perish before your yacht was discovered in the blinding drift. We have life-saving apparatus in readiness, and the fishermen are accomplished surfmen; but in the absence of their leader Kenmore (your pilot) they were not so vigilant perhaps as usual, and no one observed the little vessel in distress until my bright-eyed daughter saw it from the turret, where she was enjoying the storm. She it was who lit the beacon-fire and rang the alarm; and she who flew to the shore in time to organize the men, and thus save every life. She is her father’s child, my ,brave Ulva!.” Lady Ulva Inchcape, only daughter of the earl, whom the world supposed abroad in some pension at her education! The Oolava of the old Kenmore’s lament, the Child of Sorrow! Strange, sad fate for one so young. If this bleak rock was all her wor.d, and the gray seas her horizon! “then I ami my faithful crew owe our lives to your stepdaughter!” cried Edgar, with sparkling eyes. “How ean you guess that she is only my stepdaughter?” Inquired she, looking earnestly at him. “I could not have said that—l never call her that; she is too dear to me"— she broke off in agi tation, her eyes searching his piteously. “Perhaps Kenmore has been talking about this family?” asked she, a burning flush gradually mantling her pure, pale face, and her eyes sinking before his in deep and painful embarrassment. His heart bled for her. She shrank in anguished shame from the very idea of being recognized; yet he could have staked his life upon her innocence of the faintest wrong. Kenmore had called her an “injured lady”—yes, she was that, Edgar was convinced of it. “Dear Lady Dunraven, Kenmore distinctively refused to utter one word concerning the isle which we expected to send us to the bottom,” said he, lightly; “I think he held me as deliberately guilty of being born an Englishman, and would not waste good language upon me or mine. May I tell you how I knew that Lady Ulva was not your own child? I saw her standing on the cliff Just before we went down.” “But you were in the very Jaws of death; how could you notice what she was like?” asked Lady Dunraven with a faint smile, and a keener look at him. (TO BE CONTINUED.) The Boss Parrot of Indianapolis. Harry Newgarden, a merchant of Indianapolis, is the proud possessor of a double yellow-head South American parrot, about five years old, which he claims he would not sell for lovo or money. It is known that he has refused several liberal offers. The bird was purchased when quite young from Bishop, of Baltimore, for $35. From early birddom the parrot seemed to possess rare imitative powers, marked with an unusual gift of speech, and at times it shows unusual intelligence. Mr. Newgarden is propiietor of a millineiy store opposite the transfer street car, in the central portion of the city, and the cries and shouts attendant upon the transfer of passengers Polly has picked up, with an accuracy calculated to make the superstitious believe the bird is bewitched. “Kight this way,” “Two more transfers,” “Stop that car,” and kindred expressions are common enough. That quarter of the city is also more or less thronged with newsboys, and some months ago Polly raised the neighbors by crying the daily papers until Mr. Newgarden was compelled to break up the habit on account of the urchins clustering about the door. The bird in its day has accumulated other lollies, taking great delight in “Shoo, fly, don’t bother me;” “Peek-a-boo, I see you hiding there,* which it will scream out at most inappropriate times. “Emma, come here,” is another favorite cry, whether Polly wants anything or not. “Oh, Georgie, you pretty girl, you,” is still another. Sometimes, in great glee, it* will burst out, “Polly, can’t you talk ? Won’t you talk ?” and then it will chatter like a magpie. Frequently the customer is greeted with, “Ah, there! Shut the door,” “Call again, please,” “How d’ye do?” “Polly, shake hands,” *Polly, does your parent talk?” “Papa, scratch my head,” besides all the little sentences usually credited to parrotology. Polly used to run down the alphabet from A to G, but now she seldom does more than cry “A, B, C,” and sometimes she reprimands herself by saying, “Bad Polly, bad girl;” “Polly, are you bad ?” usually ending it up in the negative. She has been known to reprimand Mr. Newgarden, and, in fact, the vagaries credited to her ladyship would fill a book. She is, without doubt, a gifted institutiqp, and her owner says she is worth SSOO a year to him in the customers attracted by reason of her presence. Threads or Thought. Life is double-faced and doubleedged. To know one’s self is to distrust one’s self. Each life may have a potentiality of greatness. To be misunderstood by those we love is bitterest of all. * Find a disinterested friend and you have found a jewel. The greatest study of all is that of the changes of the mind. Success has sometimes to be paid for, after having been fairly earned. The philosopher takes his fortune much as he does his health—enjoys it when it is good, endures it when bad, and seeks extreme remedies only at the most urgent need. A funny incident occurred while some blasting operations ware in progress lately at Hull, Quebec. An unusually heavy charge was about to be fired, and everybody had been warned away. A little dog immediately jogged over to the edge of the pit where the explosion was about to take place. The canine stood wagging its tail, the onlookers at a distance, of course, thinking it was indulging in a final bark. With a loud report the rook below was rent asunder, the men ran over, and to their astonishment found the little dog uninjured and barking with all its might at the noiae in the middle of a cloud of smoke. “I do so love England,” said De Peyster ecstatically. “What do you ao like about it?" asked Bxouthen. “IPs so English,” returned D*P«gr«toK,

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