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Y K iN KX iN wK XK K \ V \ WU YVV VV VV VV VV VY VV YY VN A Daughter of the Beach AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANA AAAAAAAN N CHAPTER XXI. | The Way It All Happened. It had been sheer luck that had ena- bled Vance Rothesay to bring his sister Rachel to the shelter of the hut in the woods without being discovered. Just as he was about to buy his ticket in Boston for New York, but before he had approached the desk to do so, his sister had come into the depot. He had believed her in Philadelphia, and she had no thought of finding him in Boston. She was dressed with her asual quiet elegance, and was closely veiled. She was perfectly calm in her ap- earance. She had intended to leave the city by herself, but the sight of her ‘brother had changed all her plans. She approached and asked in a hurried whisper if he would take her to some place of safety. Confounded at seeing her there, and at the strange question she asked, Vance asked an explanation, but she would tell him nothing then. He could not mistake her urgency, however—an urgency which seemed prompted by fear. It had happened that no one had particularly noticed the two among the shifting crowds in the depot, and no one could say for certain that a man answering the description of Rothesay had been there. Thus it had happened that Detective Loud had lost all track of him after the hackman had left him at the sta- tion. But Rothesay, when he saw with what earnestness his sister had thrown herself upon him for aid, had immedi- ately renounced his idea of going to New York that day, and had gone out and called one of the carriages in wait- ing at the railroad station. He put his sister in and sat down be- side her; then it occurred to him that he had no place in view—he did not know where to tell the man to drive. “Where shall I take you, Rachel?” he asked, in perplexity. “Anywhere; don’t ask me; I cannot tell,” she had replied. “Drive us to Roxbury,” he had said, speaking the name of a place that first came to his mind. When the carriage had started, he turned to his sister, half prepared to scold: her for this freak that was so anconveninet to him now. But the ace which he saw beside him drove all such thoughts from his mind. Her veil was lifted, and he saw a face white ‘as marble, with its large wyes shining with the effect of some dreadful thought. He had leaned toward her and grasped her wrist almost with fierce- ness. “Rachel!” he exclaimed, “what has thappened? You look as if you had seen some dreadful sight.” “I have,” she answered in that low, vibrating tone which shows so much self-possession. He had begun to think she had sud- ‘denly become insane, and was about to order the driver to stop at the office of a celebrated physician whom he knew in the city. But she caught his hand, crying: “What are you going to do?” “You are ill; you must have some medicine.” “111?” she laughed. “No, I am not ill. But when one has shot a man, one an’t look as if the deed were a mere pastime in which one indulges every day.” The voice, steely clear, and the words ‘but confirmed Rothesay’s idea that she had suddenly become crazy. “Shot a man?” he gasped. “Surely, Rachel, you have taken a ghastly sub- ject for a jest.” “I tell you it is not a jest!” she cried impatiently. “When will you believe me?” “Will you tell me what man it is you have shot?” looking at her with wide, incredulous eyes, and still thinking of having Dr. Morgan prescribe for her. “Can you not guess?” There was no mistaking the terror, the look of crime in the eyes that met this. A horrible, and at last a real sus- picion came to him, and it was in a hardly audible whisper that he said: “Ralph Caryl?” “You have said it,” laughing again. What other person should I care to shoot? Yes, it was Ralph Caryl. He will never deceive another girl in this world. Do you not say I have done a good deed?” For a moment Rothesay could not ‘speak. He had begun to believe that she spoke the truth. At last he asked: “Where were you going when you found me?” “I do not know. I saw that it was a railway station, and I thought I would 4ake some train, it made but little dif- ference which. Then when I saw you 4 knew that you would help me.” And she looked up at him as if he thad power to do anything. “But how did you find Caryl? Did you come on from Philadelphia pur- posely to do this deed?” and Rothesay shuddered as he spoke. “No, no! Do not believe it was de- diberate!” she exclaimed. “But I did come here to see him if I could. I had ‘neard that he had come back to Boston and I could not resist the impulse to see him. I came, and was unfortunate enough to meet him on the street.” Rachel trembled violently as she re- valled that time; but she went on: Bestryty cree Ce rears “I was a thousand times a fool to have sought him, and I realized it when I met him and saw that he either did not love me or never had loved me. He was civil in the most exasperating degree, and he evidently regarded me as one of the incidents of a past which he would prefer to forget, “I was enraged beyond all endurance. I was maddened, but I preserved some semblance of self-control, and while pretending to leave him, I secretly fol- lowed him, and I entered a hotel which happened to be opposite the house he entered. This was in the daytime. “At night he came out, and I. who had never relaxed my watch for a mo- ment, followed him. You remember that little revolver which you gave me years ago? It is a whim of mine often to carry it with me, and it was with me then. “Caryl went into one of the shops on Winter street and he came out with a girl on his arm. A beautiful face she had, and very young. They sauntered on up toward the South end, and I fol- lowed. I was so near as often to see the giances he bent on her—the glances that had once beguiled my heart. “On the way they stopped in once at what seemed to be a private house on Tremont street, but they were not gone half an hour, and I lingered within sight of the door. I do not wish to re- member my feelings as I followed them; they were the feelings of a fiend. “When they came out again, I fol- lowed as before. The lights were not so numerous now, but I could see by his attitude that he was luring her as he had lured me. “They turned off toward the less built-up places of the South end, and were going slowly across a large space of unoccupied land. It was solitary and the houses were far from the place. It was then that I came nearer. I did not seem to know what I was doing, and yet I acted as if I did. My hand was on the pistol, and as I went by them I fired, and the man fell instant- ly. I can hear his half-uttered groan as he did so. “The air was very heavy and damp and the report did not resounr as usual, and there seemed to be no one near. I know that as I walked rapidly away I met no one who appeared star- tled by anything. “I came out on to Washington street and entered a car that took me down town again, and I went back to the hotel I had left. I have been stopping there since; but I found inaction un- endurable, and I started out to leave the city for some place, I did not care where.” This was Rachel Rothesay’s story as she had told it that day to her brother in the carriage. No matter how shocked and unbe- lieving Rothesay had been, he could not but believe her, and the belief al- most stunned him. He saw that he must protect and aid her—that that protection and aid might change his prospects seriously. His mind, accustomed to the details of various cases in court, saw instant- ly how fearfully heavy would be the suspicion attached to himself. There flashed before his mind the fact of his having given a blow to Caryl so short a time before—the fact of his having started to Philadelphia to be married, and the thrice unfor- tunate fact that he could not, without revealing his sister’s guilt, give any valid reason for breaking an engage- ment so binding. Lucidly and rapidly fact after fact flashed before him. He could not prove an alibi at the hotel at the time the deed had. been committed, for he had been sauntering through the street then, and any one who had known him might have testified that he was walk- ing at the South end, for it was in that vicinity that he was lounging at the time. Yes, he said to himself, he could make out the very strongest case against one in his position. There was the motive, the array of circumstances, everything dead against him. All these thoughts passed rapidly through his mind as he sat there, after having listened to his sister’s story. There seemed a fatality about it. If he had gone to New York the day be- fore, as he intended, he would not have seen his sister—he would have been out of the city before the crime was committed. But what would have become of her? It was not strange that a dreadful despair settled upon the young man. At first he could not think coherently. He sat motionless by her side, making the vain effort to form some plan by which he could effectually conceal her until he could find means to get her out of the country. But his mind was in a whirl of confusion, and it seemed long before he could bring anything like order to his thoughts. Meantime the horses were taking them farther out into the suburbs. At last there came to Rothesay’s mind the memory of a long-deserted hut he had seen in the woods, not far from the shore, where he had just been, He had discovered it the day before he had met with his accident, and he knew from its appearance that it had been years since it had been occupied. It had probably been built for hunt- ers ‘long ago. There was a lock on the door and the rusty key was in it. In idle curiosity he had entered, and the place now occurred to him as the one which would most likely be safe for two or three weeks, at least. Rachel maintained a complete si- lence. She had sunk back upon the cushions, her large, dilated eyes fol- lowing absently the line of houses as they glided past. There was a horror upon her that was visible in her face, but it was plain that she had not yet come to the full- est sense of what she had done. At last Rothesay leaned forward and bade the driver stop. Rachel caught his arm, exclaiming: “What do you mean? Everybody will see us!” . “Do you expect to go about unseen? Of course people will see us! But they will not necessarily remember us. Put your veil down; behave as you usually do, We have one chance in ten of not being traced—possibly we shall get that chance. We will think so, at least.” The two alighted ,and Rothesay leisurely paid the driver and the two walked on, i He went directly into a cross street that led into a street where cars ran. He was going directly down town again, and he knew that the city cars were not easy places in which to iden- tify or follow one. But when he reached the lower part of the town again he did not dare to go to the Old Colony railway depot to take a train to the South shore. He would most likely be recognized if he did. He was puzzled. “Do you feel able to walk out of the city?” he had asked, and she assent- ing, the two had gone on until, passing a large livery stable, he had gone in and hired a horse and buggy, promis- ing to return it the next day. “The police will discover this,’ he said to himself, “but the chances are that I shall get out of the way first.” In that carriage they had ridden— and it was then night—to the woods where the hut was, and the next day, true to his promise, Rothesay had rid- den back with his horse and buggy. Thus chance favored them, and it was thus that they had gained the shelter of that wood. What puzzled Rothesay most was to decide how he should get money enough to take them both to some dis- tant country. He had money enough in a bank in Boston, but he was quite sure if he was suspected—and he had little doubt of that—that the officers would make themselves acquainted with that fact and watch for the time when he should withdraw it—and it was a fact that they had established such a watch. Had he been alone he was sure he could have managed with very little money; but he was hampered and held back by the fact that Rachel, after the terrible excitement was somewhat sub- sided, was very ill; she was unable for a few days to leave her bed, but she was gaining strength now, and every. day he hoped to leave the place. He was going as far away as his ‘money would carry him—to some great city he intended to go. But when chance had thrown in his way a late newspa- per containing the item concerning Miss Lauriat’s marriage, then he could not combat the wish that had taken entire possession of him. He had peen walking, before daylight, in the morning, along one of the roads near- est to his retreat, and he saw a folded daily paper lying in his way. It was this chance that had seemed to come like a permission to him to seek the girl he had loved profoundly since he had first known her, and he could not forget that daring which had given him the happiest moments of his life. : (To Be Continued.) THE REASON WHY SHE TURNED. Lot’s Wife Wondered if There Would Be Fire Sales. Breathlessly Lot, his wife and fam- ily were hastening to the tall timber. Behind them they could hear the crackling of flames, the roar of fiery clouds and the crash of falling build- ings. Mrs. Lot suddenly stopped. “Hurry on,” advised Lot .“‘What are you stopping for?” “I just wondered,” said Mrs. Lot, “how man yof the stores would be having fire sales next week.” “Then, absent-mindedly, she turned to see if the flames were anywhere near the big department stores. The rest of the story is history— Judge. A CLEVER STUDENT, THIS. How He Passed the Entrance Exam- inations at Cornell. Dean Crane of Cornell,-who repre- sented President Schurman at the Cor- nell dinner at the Waldorf, began his address by saying he was like the youth who tried the Cornell entrance examination in English. The candi- date had to give examples of the in- dicative, conditional, potential and ex- clamatory moods, and this is what he wrote: “I am trying an English examina: tion. If I answer ten questions I will pass. If I answer seven questions I may pass. God help me.” A Practical Setback. Lily—Joe, what did papa say when you asked him for me? Joe (gloomily)—He asked me if I could buy as much anthracite coal for you as you had been used to.—Detroit Free Press: His Experience. Wederly—That old adage about mar- rying in haste and repenting at leisure is the rankest kind of nonsense. Sigleton—Because why? Wederly—Because a married man has no leisure—Cnicago News. HE HAD 807 AWAY. ‘Widow's Prey. Chooses tne Lesser ot Two Evils. Where I had stopped to water my horse by a good-sized wayside pond ar old woman was sitting with a deter- mined look on her lean visage and < good-sized hickory club in her knottec hand; she hailed me as I was about to ride away, and I stopped to see what she wanted. “Stranger,” said she, “how long kin a man kritter stay under water?” “The average,” replied I, “is about a minute, but exceptional cases have been known when they have stayed under longer.” “Wall, this is one o’ them there ex- ceptional cases.” “The record, I believe, is four min- utes.” “Not longer’n that?” “No, certainly not longer. you ask?” “Wall—yeh know Josh Birdsell?” “No, I don’t believe I do.” “Wall, Josh has be’n settin’ up with me a-holdin’ han’s fer nigh on three years now. Stranger, wouldn’t yeh | : | Why do tentions?” “T certainly would.” vhet’s what I ‘lowed, an’ when he come over ter my house this mornin’, an’ ‘lowed thet he was figgerin’ on marryin’ the Widder Benson—wall, | thet’s when it come off! He lit inter the road a-movin’ an’ with me jest clost enuff ter tech his coat-tails, but not clost enuff ter git a holt onto ’em. Thet’s erbout all, ’ceptin’ when he got this fur an’ could feel my breath onto his neck he duv inter the water yere, | an’ I ben waitin’ fer him ever sence.” | “Why! He must be drowned!” “D’ye reckon?” “Why, he must be.’ ‘Then yeh don’t reckon they’s any use o’ my waitin’ any longer?” “IT should think not!” ‘Then I reckon I’ll be joggin’ along. Nice day.”—Houston Post. A HARD-BOILED ROMANCE. Cupid Puts in a Little Time Between the Seasons. The following story comes from Hazleton, Pa.: “When Miss Emma Snyder of Lit Ueton wrote her name and address on an egg which her father was shipping to market she confidently hoped that a romance would be hatched out in due season, and her hope was not in vain. A friendship directly resulting from this effort to poach on the preserves of Baltimore girls has ‘ripened into love.’ “The egg also ripened in due sea- son, after which it was brought forth in overdue season and served up at a Baltimore restaurant table, soft- boiled. “When one Mr. Norwood, a commis- sion man, discovered the egg along- side his plate he was only amused. ‘If,’ he declared, ‘the egg itself was as fresh as the young woman who wrote that I'd eat it, but I guess not. Take it back. But stay, let me get that ad- dress and I will see what,I can do.’ “Then he wrote to Miss Snyder and | asked her how she could do such a| thing and at that time of the year. “Miss Snyder wrote back and tried to lay it on the hen, and thus the shell of an acquaintance was broken and Mr. Norwood crossed the state line to shake hands with his unknown cor respondent. He found her good-looking, and also he found that her father was well- to do. This he didn’t wonder at. Any man ought to be that could convert bad eggs into good money. “He returned home. They continued to correspond, and now they have been married. “Mr. Norwood was supposed to be a confirmed bachelor; but what is a poor man to do when even the hens of Pennsylvania are laying for him?” Our Navy’s Growth. Admiral Taylor, chief of the bureau | of navigation, says that the Ameri- can navy has grown to very respect- able proportions, even if it is not the | largest in the world. | “I remember,” said the admiral, in| making good his assertion, “that one day a friend introduced me to a Con- cago man. After commenting on the fact that I was an officer of the gov- ernment’s sea-fighting establishment he said: ‘By the way, where is the American navy now?’ I told him, and it did not take very long to’ do it, either. Now if I were to attempt to answer that question offhand I be- lieve that I should, make an awful botch of it. The American navy is scattered to the four quarters of the globe and it would take me two hours to read a printed report detailing the location of all the ships.” The Rum Omelet. Farmer Hornihand: Hello, there! Well, if it hain’t Si Smith! Blamed if I hardly knowed ye without yer whiskers. Si Smith: Ya’as, that’s whut every- body tells me. 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