Hope Republican, Volume 2, Number 15, Hope, Bartholomew County, 3 August 1893 — Page 5

HOPE, REPUBLICAN. Iemamm CHAPTER I. Dinner was over. They had just lit their pipes and settled down to a gloaming chat. "Ouf!” said Harley, “now we’re off. Yes, I confess it isn't half had to find one's self rich after knocking nlwiit the world for years on crusts. You see, I really had had a bit of roughing. On landing at Melbourne I was taken by the hand by a very obliging fellow, with whom I enter ad into partnership in the hardware line. I woke up one morning to find that 1 had been taken by the purse and that I was in several hard lines without the ware,. I worked my' passage ns an anything but a jolly tar around to Sydney, where I became a real gentleman’s gardener at the gentlemanly sum of £1 10s. per week. Fine pursuit, horticulture. Once road a book about it, though my master wouldn't believe that. So I left his garden for the next man to weed and started inland with an introduction from a Scotchman to a sheep farmer friend 70 miles away. “The money ebbed out of my pockets and the elbows out of my coat simultaneously, and it was getting hard to keep the soul from ebbing out of my body when the tide turned and flowed good luck. I was passing through rather a dreary district when I saw in front of me a brawny European standing behind a dead horse and keeping a group of howling Maoris at bay with his rifle. There were four living and two dead, and I saw that those left were as determined to relievo the honest man of life's burden as he was to carry it a little further. Just as ho dropped from a bullet wound I went into them at the gallop, and in a few seconds had, with my revolver, persuaded two of them to continue operations in another world, tickling the others in their flight with a little lead. The man on the ground was the good Ayrshire Scot to whom I was journeying. Luckily it was only a leg wound, an'd he managed to stjck on my horse for the remaining two miles of the distance. "Well, that man was more than a father to me. I worked with him on the ranch for two years, when he took malarial fever and died, leaving me, as lie had no relations, every cent of his money. I had a hankering after the old country, so sold out and ahipp/d homo. Having some business to transact in this quarter, and learning in Glasgow that my old chum, now one of a prominent firm of lawyers, was struggling through u holiday down here, I—yes, here I am.” “And here you are welcome, old man.” “By the way,” said Harley, “do you know Colonel Hodgson of Doon House?” “Only by name,” said bis host, rising. He drew aside the window curtain. “See, if you stand here, you can just catch a glimpse pf the roof through the trees." “So you do. And yonder is the monument—dear old spot Is it too. lato to walk round that way, Wingate?” “Not a bit- We ll go for a stroll.” And round by thd monument they wont', the wanderer relating to his friend, all ears, the saga of his doings—of mighty enterprises and hairbreath escapes. adventures by sea and field. The tongue flashed from world to world. “Yes,” Harley was saying, “Colonel Hodgson is my uncle. I’m going to visit him tomorrow—not as the man of fortune, but as the hungry heir expectant. I want to see how the old fire eater would treat mo if I were really at his mercy. Chiefly I want to learn how lie has behaved to my cousin Nelly. He's her uncle, too, and her guardian. Nolly and I were lovers in the dead days, and she used to say that if sho lost her mother she'd rather die than — Angels and ministers of grace! What's that?" They were crossing the bridge at the monument inn. Hurley clutched his friend's arm fiercely, and the two men peered, spellbound, up the river. There, on the very auld Brig o’ Doon itself, shadowed by the trees, but streaked by the thin moonlight thread, stool a tall, white figure, making strange signs with its arms—weird, slow movements, suggestive of things unearthly. “Stoleawayl By the ghost of Tam O’Shanter! I follow thee! Wait there, Wingate." Harley shot along the river bank and was lost to sight. Wingate strove to pierce the gloom of the densest foliage as ho heard him crash and blunder through the shrubbery. The sounds circulated and came back. Harley scrambled to the road, breathing hard and displacing torn garments. "The —the strangest thing alive—or—or dead,” he i(anted. "Got quite close and thought I had it when the ghastly thing disappeared.” “And you haven't brought back even a hair of auld Mag’s tail? Most disappointing.” 1 "Well, it’s feminine. I'll stake my life on that. So next time I leave the pleasure of the chase to you.” Wingate was a bachelor—a bachelor on holiday and at his friend’s service. Together they visited Doon House on the following day. To casual observation ‘the colonel seemed, on the whole, pleased to see his nephew again, but wnjwe" w’_*” ‘T-U li. 3

first involuntary flash of sinister uiiwel- | come did not escajK 1 . Standing in the shade Wingate, between half shut eyes, measured the man in the moment of his | approach. "Livpr gone—cruel — indomitable— I martinet,” was the verdict. Conversation ranged until some one came in from the garden blushing rosily, and somebody's heart began to play frantic quickstep on his side. W ingate remarked the tones of almost fawning affection in which the colonel addressed his niece and sought to reconcile them with the verdict. A picnic to Crossrugucl abbey being arranged for the following day, they were about to leave when Harley burst out: “Oh. I forgotl Wo saw a ghost last night.” “Stuff, man! That's your colonial imagination.”

“nelly! nbllv! o’you hear?”

“No fear. It was alive, alive, oh! On the Brig o' Doon too. Winnate will cor- j rolxirate.” •■Eh—what?’ blurted tho colonel. “On [ the auld Brig? Don't talk nonsense, Frank. Smoko, Mr. Wingate? Ha! I’ll give you a lino Indian weed for tho walk home.” “Shull I—I—oh, yes. I'll get them!” stammered Ins niece, vanishing. Coining down tho avenue, Harley, airily, between puffs, “Jolly girl, that—eh?" “M—yes.” “And what else, anatomist?” “A thoughtful girl, and —and a troubled girl. How is she provided for? That's important.” “Her mother loft her entire fortune to the colonel, with tho provision that Nolly should receive £.100 a year and £10,000 as a marriage portion.” “So that if this girl were to dio your undo would not, saving annual, £.100, saving prospective, £10,000.” “Ye banks and braes! What's tho man driving at? D'you mean to say” “Nothing.” “D'you mean to think, then" “That your cousin might tell you something of last night’s—er—Maid of Doon.” There are men who throw out their words crisp and dear from tho cheat and with such evident rdish that instinctively you fed that they are brainy as well as tonguing them—nay, more, that the silver utterances are all marked of tho heart. And Wingate, with his mild, dean shaven face and quiet, decisive manner, was one of those. Men learned this; hence his reputation. liarley had been ruminating. “Wingate, you’re an enigma.” “Don’t call names. Didn't you notice anything striking today?” "Yes. I thought my unde changed color when 1 mentioned tho ghost incident. That was all.” “Well, that was something. Bat I saw stranger things in your cousin’s face and how on?a rather transparent*pretext she hurried from the room.” “Then, oh, riddle reader! until tho riddle bo road, we’ll nightly visit the glimpses o’ tho moon.” It was a merry drive next day in right merry weather. Nelly had hunted up sdme young friends, male and female, from Ayr, and the richly colored country, the delightful interruptions by the way, tho old fashioned town of Maybole, and last the truly picturesque ruins of the undent abbey made summer of living. Only onco did Harley find his cousin alone. It was when they had climbed tbo ono remaining tower, and ho held her hand as she pooped cautiously over the giddy edge. “Nelly,” he said hurriedly, “I want to ask you something. Tell me—has ho been —is bo good to you—as kind as you deserve?” “Oh. Frank, don’t ask mo that.” She turned a sad, pleading face toward him. In that moment her eyes had filled. "Nelly, I’vo come to help you. You must" “Oh, don't; please don’t! See. lie's watching us. Go over there, quick.” Immediately afterward she ran down tho stairs, and her” jjitgh was heard above them all. Buitneirley was thinking—hu who was not given to thinking except when it could not be helped. Wingate stuck to tho colonel like a leech, and well Harley knew that the leech was drawing blood. That night tho Maid of Doon did not present herself on the Brig, nor for a fall week to come. Then, circumstances being? similar, he again appeared. L—rhy'a comae _-j u~ter mined. ,

"Now, old man,” he said, "bo swift. I’ll cut off retreat. You take exactly the course I did last time. Wait here now. When you hear my cuckoo call, swoop.” Move .is ho might, the shrubbery, the dry undergrowth, the roosting birds, spoke loudly of the disturber and sent warning on the night as they tracked him. Harley saw his prey slipping, gave the sign on the instant, and henceforth abandoning all attempts at stealth bounded forward with redoubling din. He could see Wingate’s form darting by the moon bright water toward the bridge. During judicious pauses he noted with satisfaction that the apparition was substantial and not of air. in that its movements were chronicled even as his own. He stood still now, well concealed behind a bush. The apparition was reckless. A lightning spring or two, and Harley held the dread thing fast! There was a distinctly feminine scream. “Let mo go. How daro you?” “Nelly, it isn’t—it isn’t any use. Do yon think I don’t know you. oven in this guise'/” The ghost fell sobbing on his sbotilder. "Oh, Frank I Frank! you don’t know all.” "Nelly! Nolly! D’you hear? Don’t cry like that. Bless me, you’re—you’re all trembling. Let me take oil that white tiling. What’s the matter? Darling, I I’ve a right to know.” "In heaven’s name, don't ask —don’t ask! Oh, if you over cared for me, let mo, go!” She half raised the white covering on her head, peering with wet eyes ! at a dimly lit window of the house that showed Uironga tao . The hand on his ana trembled violently. “If he should suspect— if ho should trace me—oh, Frank, if ho should had mo hero, he'd —he’d kill us both—kill us —kill us!” TO BE CONTINUED. NOTICK. All persons who are indebted to me are requested to call at once and make settlement. W. T. Newton. llriiiikrr’N. Carminative Balsam, the groat stomach and bowel Remedy, is still working wonders. For sale by all druggists. Acton <'amp Meeting The Big 4 will sell excursion tickets to Camp Acton at $1.00 round trip including admission to grounds, until Aug. 20. FREE The grounds at the Flat Rockcave will be made free on AuglG, 17. 18 and 10 to be used as follows: IGth. — Union of orders. 17th. — Union of churches. 18th. — Old Settler’s Day. 10th. - — Sunday-school Day. S. S. PICNIC. Given by the St. Louis Sundayschool in Aaron Essex's grove one mile west of Old St. Louis on Saturday. Auu. 5, 1803. Prizes: For the best singing, $2; For the largest Sunday-school arriving before 10 a. m.,,$2. Plenty of music and good speaking. Refreshments served on the grounds by the school. Proceeds for the benefit of the Sunday-school. CS> CT $10 and $20, Genuine ConSJ jfederate Bills only five cents each; $50 and $100 bills 10 cents each; 25c and 50c shinplasters 10 cents each; $1 and $2 bills 25 cents each. Sent securely sealed on receipt of price. Address, Giias. D, Barker, 00 S. Forsyth St, Atlanta, Georgia. 12t4

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