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THE CANADIAN CJ&iUWJSN?.
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rBBBMAH B. KULEB, Editor * Pub'*
PUBLISHED EVERT THURSDAY AT
. CANADIAN. - TEXAS
LETTERS.
Such a little thing—a letter,
Yet so much it may contain;
Written thoughts and mute expressions,
Full of pleasure, fraught with pain.
When our hearts are sad at parting,
Comes a gleam of comfort bright
In the mutual promise given: ,
"We wiil not forget to write.*'
Plans and doings of the absent,
Scraps of news we like to hear,
.All remind us, e'en though distant,
Kind remembranee kéeps us near.
"Yet sometimes a single letter
Turns the sunshine into shade;
Caills our efforts, clouds our prospects,
Blights our hopes and makes them fade.
.Messengers of joy or sorrow,
Life or death, success, despair,
IBearers of affection's wishes,
Greeting kind or loving prayer.
Prayer or greeting, were we present,
Would be felt but half unsaid;
We can write, because our letters—
Not our faces—will be read.
Who has not some treasured letters,
Fragments choice of others' lives;
IRelics, some, of friends departed.
Friends whoso memory still survives?
Touched by neither time nor distance,
Will their words unspoken last;
"Voiceless whispers of the present,
Silent echoes of the past!
—Chambers' Journal.
LONE HOLLOW;
Or, The Peril of the Penroys.
.A Thrilling and Romantic Story
of Love and Adventure,
by
James m. Merrill, author op "Bogus
Bill," "Fisher Joe" and
Other Stories.
£ Copyright, 1SS9, by the A. X. Kellogg News-
paper Company.]
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CHAPTER XXVi.—continued.
Ke paused. She made no attempt to in-
terrupt him, and ho proceeded:
44 When you put in an appearance at Lone
Hollow I realized that my chance of win-
,ning the heiress was lessened. I knew how
*vou hated me, and I felt alarmed. Í wished
i
you away, anywhere but in this house—"
ik Even under the sod," and she smiled
grimly as she interrupted him.
14 No. In that you wrong me,'' he assert-
ed, impressively. "I did not plan to harm
rou, I could not do that; for to be honest
with you, Lura, you are the only trirl who
•ever stirred the inner depths of my heart.
If you had been the heiress instead of
<lrace I could have wooed with tenfold more
fire. But let that pass. I endured your
presence without attempting to abate it.
That night, when you disappeared so mys-
teriously, and during the days that followed
when I turned heaven and earth to find you,
"I was really sad at heart, although elated at
the thought that you would not be likely to
trouble me again.
•*1 was gettmgon swimmingly with Grace
when, to my surprise, you suddenly re-
turned. I saw you enter the house and go
to Grace Penroy's room. I then believed
that you had played a trick on us all, on me,
fur the purpose of beating me out of this
fortune on which I set such hopes. The
thought that I was about to be dofeated
when the wealth was ready to fall into my
hands maddened me, and I lost reason and
-coolness.
"That was why I assaulted you so
furiously. I repented it afterward, and
have been longing to see you to ask your
forgiveness. I came near being killed by a
madman myself. Ho carried you away, and
1 afterward feared that he had murdered
you."
Captain Starbright had resumed his seat
-during this narration, while Lura Joyce
leaned one hand on the table and contented
herself with listening in a meek way that
was surprising considering her fiery nature.
44 l>o jTou expect me to believe ail this,
•Captain Starbright?" she said, without
lifting her eyes.
441 have spoken the truth. Of course, I
have no means of compelling belief," he
said, in a subdued tone. "I tell you honest-
ly, I am glad that you escaped from the
clutches of the madman."
u He seemed gentle enough with me," re-
sumed the girl. 44 What became of the poor
fellow at last? I haven't seen him of late."
441 influenced the authorities to send the
poor fellow to a mad-house."
4* Did you know him?"
44 No, only that he made an absurd clain^
to be a brother of the late Mr. Vandible."
44 About the shooting to-night," said Lura,
suddenly dropping the subject of the mad-
man. " Can you throw any light on that?"
44 It is a. sad affair," sighed the Captain.
,4t 1 would rather not talk of that now."
14 Why has Austin Wentword been ar-
rested Í"
44 It was necessary. In case Grace dies
*the fellow might leare the country."
44 Then you suspect him of being the
assassin of the girl he loved, who was his be-
trothed, in fact!"
% Her eyes were regarding him now with
^their steely glitter, that rendered him nerr-
cous always.
"My suspicion amounts to conviction,"
ihe said, coolly.
44 You saw him oommit the act?"
441 am not prepared to say that. At the
proper time my evidence shall be forth-
scorning."
44Indeed! Is this a part of your plot to
-win the Vandible fortune?"
He became uneasy under her gaze. He
realized that she was reading him like an
open book. He might deceive some women,
tout not this grand, self-reliant girl, whose
^strong mind and quick wit were more than
-a match for him.
44 It is useless to prolong this interview,"
be said, coming to his feet. 44You would
^distrust one even if he were to swear on a
mountain of Bibles. I am sorry, but in
time f shall be able to prove to you that lam
Then he strode from the room and sought
the outer air.
44 So!'' murmured Lura. "1 am once more
on deck to watch and counteract your evil
influence, Clinton Starbright. If Grace
dies, you are a doubly doomed man. The
idea that Austin Wentword fired'that shot!
That yarn might fool the marines, but it will
not pass current with me. Ah! if you only
knew what I know, Captain, you would
tremble in your boots. It is just as well
you do not know. I will now have an op-
portunity to search thi3 house for the will
old Mr. Vandible made long ago. That, 1
believe to be. the only lawful document of
the kind in existence.
44 He told me that it was somewhere with-
in the walls of Lone Hollow, and I mean to
find it and confound them all."
Then Lura went to the room where her
wounded cousin lay. When Mrs. Penroy
saw the girl she uttered a scream and fell
fainting to the floor.
It will be remembered that the widow did
not know of the continued existence of Lura
Joyce. She had looked upon the girl as
dead, Grace having kept her secret accord-
ing to promise, and her sudden appearance
was as startling as the appearance of a
ghost.
Lura saw her mistake the moment she
crossed the threshold. She rang for
Lucy, the colored maid, who, assisted
by Miss Joyce, succeeded in conveying the
fainting woman to a bed in another part of
the great house.
Lucy was pretty thoroughly frightened,
too, when she saw Miss Joyce, but Lura
soon satisfied the maid that all was as it
should be by assuring her that she had only
been away on business, and that now she
was back to care for Grace, and make her
home hereafter at Lone Hollow.
Mrs. Penroy did not recover from her sec-
ond fainting fit as from the first, and she
was unable to leave her bed for several
days.
In the meantime Grace regained con-
sciousness, but remained very weak and
required constant attention. Lura gave
this, and exerted herself to aid the wound-
ed girl in every possible way. Mrs. Pen-
roy was too weak and ill herself to assist in
taking care of her daughter, and so for the
time Lura Joyce was complete mistress of
the house.
Dr. Faxon gave assurance that Grace
would speedily recover, and he came to
Lone Hollow less frequently as the days
passed.
When the wounded girl asked * after her
lover, Lura gave evasive answers. The
young man still languished in Stonefield
jail, awaiting the outcome of the shot, and
Lura feared to make known the fact, since a
shock now might terminate the life of
Grace.
In the meantime Captain Starbright al-
ternated between Stonefield and Lone Hol-
low. He was pleasant, and even friendly
to Lura and Mrs. Penroy. The latter did
not attempt to prevent his visits, for she
had grown to fear the evil man's power
more aud more since the will had been
found.
CHAPTER XXVIL
MISS JOYCE'S MISFORTUNE.
The weeks passed.
Grace improved rapidly, and was soon
ablo to sit up, although the doctor advised
quiet and no attempt at exertion, until she
was fully recovered, since a reaction might
set in.
The probate court granted a stay of some
weeks regarding the will of the late Mr.
Vandible, on account of the illness of im-
portant witnesses. Lura Joyce had suc-
ceeded in gaining this concession from the
court in spite of the covert opposition of
Captain Starbright and his attorney.
4'The will is a fraud, and can be proved
so if you will wait until the young Miss
Penroy and her mother are able to appear,"
declared Lura, and so once again was the
scheming Captain thwarted.
He understood to whom he owed his non
success, and the bitter feeling m his heart
for the brave young girl deepened into
absolute hatred.
Miss Joyce often visited Stonefield in
the interest of the young mechanic, who
lay in the county jail waitmg the outcome
of Grace Penroy's injury.
It was an outrage not to permit bail, Lura
Joyce declared, and the young man in-
nocent, too. The Captain and his attorney,
however, managed to have the bail fixed at
such a high figure that none of Austin
Wentword's friends could aid him, and so
the mechanic, wholly innocent as the reader
knows, languished in jail. The testimony
of Captain Starbright before the justice in
whose court Wentword had his exami-
nation was positive against the prisoner,
and as the Captain was a prominent citizen
there could be no doubting his oath.
Lura Joyce fretted at this not a Jittle,
but, finding that nothing could be done to
rescue the young man from prison until
freed by due process of law, she gave up
the case and turned her thoughts and ef-
forts in another channel.
Mrs. Penroy was soon able to attend upon
the wants of her daughter, thus leaving
Lura Joyce more time to herself.
441 believe Captain Starbright is at the
bottom of all this iniquity," declared Lura
one day to Grace. 44 You, of course, know
that Austin Wentword is innocent of an at-
tempt on your life."
44 Certainly," assured Grace. "He and I
were standing together when the shot was
fired by some one in ambush."
44 We)l, you shall testify to this in good
tim^ I have a surprise in store for Clin-
ton Starbright that will take him down a
peg when he comes to chew on it; and, mind
you, Grace, the villain shall begin the mas-
tication before he is many days older."
441 am not sure but what you wrong the
Captain," said poor little Grace, with a
faint, sad smile. 44 He has been very kind
to me during my illness."
"Kind! All put on, my dear, every bit of
it," declared Lura, quickly.
To this the invalid made no reply.
As she sat supported by pillows in a
great armchair she presented a pretty
picture, that even her more boisterous
cousin could not fail to admire.
44You will soon be strong again, dear,"
said Lara. 44It seems incredible that such
an accident should come to one so good as
you are, Grace. Sometime?- I think that it
was an accident. You see, I am sentimental,
like other girls, once in awhile."
Then Lura gave vent to a sharp little
laugh and sprang to her feet, gliding
swiftly from the room.
On her way to Stonefield that very day
on the stage the horses became frightened
and ran, the stage was overturned, and
several of the passengers injured, among
them Lara Joyce.
"Confound the luck!" exclaimed the girl,
when she found her ankle sprained so
severely as to prevent her bearing her
weight on it. "I'll never ride in that stuffy
old coach again. • This serves me right for
not going on my own conveyance—the back
of Romeo."
The driver secured a farmer's wagon, in
which he conveyed his passengers to the
city. Miss Joyce found shelter at the
house of a friend, where, to her chagrin,
she was compelled to remain for several
days on account of her injuries.
While here she was visited by a grave-
looking gentleman of thirty, whose sober
face and quiet manners were in direct con-
trast to the bubbling exuberance of Miss
Joyce. This gentleman was Dr. Colton,
really the most learned and gifted physician
in the city. That he was a friend of Lura
Joyce was proved from the cordial nature of
their meeting.
"How is your patient, Dr. Colton?"
This was about the first words after a
good hearty hand-shake. Lura, with one
foot swathed resting on a hassock, reclin-
ing calmly in a huge rocker, was an inter-
esting picture. The grave, dark eyes of the
young doctor evinced their admiration by
the earnestness of their gaze.
"My patient is fast gaming, and will soon
be sound as a dollar—my old patient, but as
to my young one that remains to be seen,"
and Lura actually blushed under the affec-
tionate earnestness of his gaze.
"So you heard of my little tumble?" she
retorted, quickly. "I had no idea that I
should require the services of a physician."
44 That remains to be seen."
He then bent over the swollen limb, and
with deft fingers removed the wrappings.
He assumed.the physician's liberty, and
Lura Joyce was by no means prude enough
to affect any false modesty under the cir-
cumstances. She was anxious to be on her
feet again, and had full confidence in the
ability of Dr. Arthur Colton, who would
have been called to visit 3frsce Penroy had
she tlxe ordering of a physician at the out-
set*
After a brief examination he regarded
her gravely, and said:
441 find a fracture here that will necessi-
tate the utmost quiet for at least a fort-
night."
44 But I positively can not remain idle
that length of time," declared the girl, in
quick agitation. 441 must return to Lone
Hollow by to-morrow, at furthest."
44 That would be out of the question. You
are under my care now, Lu*-a, and must
obey orders."
Something like a smile touched bis face.
Lura realized that he was in earnest, how-
ever, and she groaned inwardly at tho pros-
pect. What might not happen during her
absence from Lone Hollow?
There seemed to be no help for it, how-
ever, and poor Lura resigned herself to a
fortnight's imprisonment with the best
grace possible. She had no thought of
disputing the wisdom of Dr. Colton's diag-
nosis. To Lura his word, of all men in the
world, was law. She regarded Arthur
Colton as the wisest man on the globe, and
as good as he was wise. She always felt
her inferiority while in his presence, and
this often embarrassed her so that
she shrank within herself and ceased
to shine with the full glow of
her vivacious womanhood. Possibly
the doctor understood more than his im-
movable countenance revealed. He always
treated Lura as a child—with a grave se-
riousness that awed without chilling.
It was late one afternoon of a cold day in
autumn that Lura Joyce dismounted from
the stage at Lone Hollow. Three weeks had
elapsed since she left by the same convey-
ance, and during that time not a word had
reached her Irom the inmates.
"They might all be dead for all the stir
they make," mused the girl, as she glanced
up at the curtained windows and solemn
gray walls of the old bouse. "I wrote, but
not one had the courtesy to answer. It
seems to me that Grace ought to be out be-
fore now."
The girl tripped swiftly around to a spot
where she could view the window of
Grace's room. She saw nothing of her
cousin, and at once retraced her steps, a
strange misgiving at her heart.
44 Of course, nothing very bad has hap-
pened or I should have heard of it," de-
clared Lura to herself, byway of stilling the
rising premonitions of evil.
She tried the front door to find it yielding
to her touch, and a moment later she was
gliding along the wide hall. The room oc-
cupied by Grace during her illness was on
the ground floor. Here Lura passed quick-
ly, only to find the chamber empty.
"She must be well and m her own cozy
chamber," thought the girl, going at once
up tho stairs to the room where she had
passed many happy hours with her fair
cousin.
A tiny rap on the door was answered by
44 come in " from beyond, m a low voice.
Scarcely had Lura Joyce crossed the
threshold of the room than she came to a
halt and stood regarding the low couch,
with its wealth of covering, in amazement.
At the bedside sat the colored maid Lucy,
while among the pillows was a face so thin,
so faded, so ghastly as to quite startle Lura
Joyce.
Could it be possible that this was Grace
Penroy, whom she had left but three weeks
since almost restored to health?
After a mement of hesitancy Lura ad-
vanced swiftly and stood by the bedside,
gazing into the corpse-like countenance on
the pillow. It was Grace, surely, but oh,
how changed! To Lura it seemed that a
harsh touch or breath of air would break
the brittle thread of life.
"What does this mean?" the young girl
found voice to articulate at length.
Lucy did not seem to comprehend.
4Ts so glad you's come," she said.
4*Young missus been wantm' you so bad all
de time."
"Yes, indeed," articulated the sick girl,
faintly. "I feared I should never see you
again in this world."
44You may go for the present," Lura said
to Lucy; then, after the girl had departed,
she locked the door and seated herself be-
side the sick couch.
"Now, Grace, have you strength to tell
me what this means ?"
"It means that we were all deceived,
Lura. I am going to die. For myself I
would not mind, but—but poor Austin—"
She broke down then and began to cry in
a way that showed utter exhaustion.
"Don't trouble yourself about Austin,"
soothed Lura. "He is well, and I will try
to get him on here to see you if you promise
to be good and not worry. New, tell me how
it happens that you are so ill. When I left
yon the glow of returning health was on
your cheek."
"And this is why you did not come?"
"No, indeed. I met with an accident that
laid me up in Stonefield. I've been with
you in thought all these weeks."
44And he told me you were tired of con-
stant waiting on me, and would come no
more."
"He?"
"Mr. Starbright."
"The miserable scoundrel!"
Lura was too indignant to keep back the
hot words, although regretting them the
next momént.
Grace could not commend her feelings to
speak for a long time, but lay white and si-
lent, with hot tears raining over her hollow
cheeks.
"Never mind, Grace, dear," soothed Lura.
44You shall tell me at another time. You
are not strong enough now."
Then Lura Joyce came to her feet and
turned to adjust the clothing about the sick
one as the door was tried by a hand with-
out. Going thither Lura turned the key
and admitted Captain Starbright.
CHAPTER XXVIIL
lura's plans.
Captain Starbright started at seeing Lura
Joyce. The meeting was an unexpected
one on his part.
44You here?" he ejaculated. "I thought
you would not return to Lone Hollow again."
"Why did you think so, Captain? Lone
Hollow is all the home I have."
"I surmised as much, that is all. Grace
was glad to see you—"
"After your lies, yes," interrupted Lura,
in a hissing whisper. 4Til thwart you yet,
Captain Starbright."
Then she turned about and resumed her
seat beside the bed, the short red curls on
her foretop quivering in a way that boded
no good to the scheming Captain. His black
eyes took on a look of intense hate as he
gazed that, had Lura seen it, would have
chilled the blood in her veins. His whito
bAnds clinched, and for a moment he seemed
the very incarnation of evil.
He turned swiftly on his heel and passed
from the room. Once beyond the gaze of
Lura's eyes his face assumed a black and
threatening look. "One day more and all
would have been well, the fortune would
have been mine, and Grace beyond help.
Now, what may not take place with that girl
in the house? I wish she was dead."
It is easy to understand the Captain's
thoughts. He realized that Grace alone was
the one witness who could testify to the
forging of her grandfather's name to the
will. With her out of the way he was com-
paratively safe, and could bid defiance to
the widow and those who might choose to
call themselves her friends.
Mrs. Penroy was far from well, and was
at tho present time confined to her room
with a #ndden severe cold.
44 If shu too, would only die," thought the
Captain, *nd then a wicked resolve en-
tered his liG.irt as he paced the long hall
alone in the loVer part of the old house.
Whiie the ma& oí evil was thus conjuring
dark thoughts, Joyce succeeded in
calming her sick couv^Ti, and learning from
her the story of how a£\;rs came to change
so greatly in the shoI~< ^pace of three
weeks,
441 caví Yiitrdly account for it myself," fal-
tered Grace. "I know I felt amidst well
when you left me, and I should have given
up my medicine altogether but for Mr. Star-
bright."
44 Yes, indeed," agreed Lura, in a sup-
pressed voice, lier eyes shining like bits of
steel.
"He thought the medicine was necessary
to strengthen me, and so I contiuued to take
it, only to e:row weaker gradually, until I
had to take to my bed once more. Oh, you
can not imagine how discouraging it has
been—"
4'I understand it all," Lura interrupted,
tenderly. "How long has it been since Dr.
Faxon has been here?"
"Oh, a long time. He came but once after
you went away."
4*But why was this?"
"He said it was best; that Faxon was old,
and that I ought to improve faster, and so
lie procured medicine from a doctor in
Stonefield, who came to see me but once."
"It was Starbright that recommended this
change?"
"Yes."
44And your mother?"
"She has been ill herself most of the
time, and has made no objections, but has
left every thing to the Captain. He has
procured the medicine, and I have taken it
regularly, but it doesn't seem to do any
good. I grow weaker all the time. Isn't it
strange?"
"Yes, it is strange!" uttered Lura, in a
smothered voice. "And this has been going
on for three weeks. What is your medi-
cine?"
44 There is some in liquid form followed
by a powder."
Lura came to her feet and made a swift
examination of the bottles and glasses on
the stand near.
She found two small white powders and
medicine in a glass. One of these powders
she appropriated. 5?carcely had she done
so when Captain Starbright entered, and
going to the stand cast a sharp look over
the numerous bottles and glasses.
He turned suddenly upon Lura with:
44 Some one has been meddling. There wero
two powders here a short time ago."
44 Grace has taken one," answered Lura,
promptly, anxious to avoid suspicion, and
feeling jusiiijled in making a false state-
ment under the circumstances.
"Is that true?"
44 Question her if you doubt. I supposed
the powder was proper enough—"
44 Certainly," he uttered, quickly. " It is
all right."
He then lifted the tumbler containing the
liquid medicine, and going to the window,
raised it and flung the contents to the
winds.
To Lura Joyce this was a suspicious action,
and she was thankful that she had made
sure of one of the powders in season. The
rack should not rr>ake her give it up now.
TrO BE CONTINUED. 1
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swinging backward and forward. This
was a thing so coijnmon that thousands, no
doubt, had observed it before; but Galileo,
struck by the regularity with which ü
moved backward and forward, reflected on
it, and perfected the method now in use of
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