A SISTER'S VENGEANCE
By CEORCC MANVILLC FINN
CHAPTEH IV. Coutioui.l
"Curse them!" cried Abel, a be resid
ed the other side of the point, sud sw
that which his sitter bad seen from the
cliff behind the cottage.
He looked round him for a fresh way
of escape. There was the sea, if they
liked to leap in and swim: but they could
be easily overtaken. The rovks shove
them were too overhanging to climb, and
there was no other way, unless they re
turned, and tried to rush through their
pursuers; for beyond the point the tide
beat upon the cliff.
"No good, Bart; we're trapped," said
Abel, stolidly. "I'll never forgive her
never V
"Yes, you will," said Bart, sitting down
on a rock, aud carefully taking off his
fur cap to wipe his heated brow. ' "You
will gome day. Why, I could forgive her
anything I could. She's a wonderful
jell; but, I say, uiy hips are werry sore."
He sat staring down at the boat be
yond the point, the anchor having been
taken on board, and the oars being out
to keep her off the rocks, as she rose and
fell with the coming tide.
"No!" said Abel, bitterly. "I'll never
forgive her never!"
"Nay, lad, don't say that," said Bart,
nibbing one side. "Iley, lass! There
be is. Top o' the cliff. Look at her,
mate."
"No," said Abzel; "let her look at her
cowardly work.
"Now, then!" shouted the head consta
ble, as he came panting up. "is it sur
render, or fight?"
For antrwer, Abel climbed slowly down
to the sands, followed by Bart; and the
next minute they were surrounded and
stood with gyves upon their wrists.
"Warm work," said the constable,
cheerfully; "but we've got you safe now."
In silence the party with their prison
ers walked slowly back, and beneath the
pot where Mary stood like a figure carv
ed out of rock, far above their heads,
till they had gone out of sight, without
once looking op or making a sign.
Then the poor girl sank down in The
rocky niche where she had cliniied first,
and burst into an agouized fit of weep
ing.. "Father mother brother all gone!
Lover false! Alone alone alone!" she
sobbed. "What have I done to deserve
It all? Nothing!" she cried, fiercely, as
lie sprang to her feet and turned and
ah ok her clinched fists landward. "Noth
ing but love a cold, cruel wretch. Yes,
love; and now oh, bow I hate him and
all tie world!"
She sank down again in the niche all of
a heap, and sat there with the sun slow
ly sinking lower, and the sea birds wheel
ing round and round above ber head, and
watching her with inquisitive eyes, as
they each now and then uttered a mourn
ful wail, which sounded sympathetic.
And there she sat, hour after hour, till
it was quite dark, when she began slow
ly to descend, asking herself what she
hould do to save her brother and his
friend, both under a misconception, but
suffering for ber sake.
"And I stay here!" she said, passion
ately. "Let them think what they will.
I'U try and save them, for they must be
In prison now."
Mary was quite right; for as night fell
Abel Dell and Bart, his companion, were
partaking of a very frugal meal, and
made uncomfortable by the fact that it
was not good, and that they men free
to come and go on sea and land were
now safely caged behind a massive iron
grill.
"Well," said Bart, at last, "I'm only
sorry for one thing now."
"What's that Mary being so base?"
Mary being so base?"
"Nay, I'm sorry for that," replied Bart,
"but what I meant was that I didn't
give the captain one bard 'un on the
head."
CHAPTER V.
The laws were tremendously stringent
in those days when it was con-fidered
much easier to bring an offender's bad
career to an end than to keep him at the
nation's expense; and when the stealing
of a sheep was considered a crime to be
punished with death an attack upon the
sacred person of one of the king's officers
by a couple of notorious law-breaker
wax not likely to be looked upon lenient
ly by a judge well known for stern sen
tences. But a jury of Devon men was sitting
upon the offense of Abel Dell and Bart
Wrigley, and feeling disposed to deal
pasily with a couple of young fellows
whose previous bad character was all In
connection with smuggling, a crime with
the said jury of a very light dye, certain
ly not black. Abel and Bart escaped
the rope, and were sentenced to trans
portation to one of hi majesty's colonies
In the West Indies, there to do convict
work in connection with plantations, or
the making of roads, as their task mas
ters might think fit.
Time glided by, and Mary Dell found
that her life at home had become insup
portable. .She was not long in finding that, now
that she was left alone and unprotected,
the was not to be free from persecution.
Her contemptuous rejection of Captain
Arniatrong'a advance seemed to have the
effect of increasing his persecution; and
one erening at the end of a couple of
months, Mary Dell sat on one of the
rock ouuide the cottage door, gazing
out to sea, and watching the ships sail
westward, aa' she wondered whether
those on board would ever see the broth
er who seemed to be all that was left to
her ia this world.'
That particular night the thought which
had been hatching in bar brain ever
since Anal had been aant away flew forth
fully fledged and ready, aavd (he rose
from where aha had been aitting in the
arening sunshine, and walked Into the
.ftase.
fhe went into her brother Abel's bed
oom, where she stayed for some minutes,
lid then, with a quick, reaolute step,
he re-entered the cottage kitchen, thrust
the few embers together that burned up
as) tk hearth, took a pair of aclssora
frttsa a bos, a again seated herself ba
fyrt giaaa. -
TW min was eettiaa, and tiled the
('tsXAWri UtefcM with light which
flashed back from the blurred looking
glass, and cast a furious glare in the
girl's stern countenance, with its heavy
dark brows, sun-browned, ruddy cheeks,
and gleaming eyes.
Snip!
The sharp scissors bad passed tbnugb
one lock of the massive black tresses
which she bad sha'ieu over .Vr h juloVr
and which then rippled to the cottage
floor.
JSuip!
Another cut, and two locks bad fallen
ilien rapidly snip, snip, snip a curi
ous thick, sharp snip and the frieat
ws'w of glorious hair kepi failing as the
bare, sun-burned, ruddy arm played here
aud there, aud the steel blades glittered
and opened and closed, as if arm, baud
and scissors formed the neck, head and
anjrry bill of some fierce bird attacking
that well-shaped head, and at every snap
took off a thick tress of hair.
Au hour later, just as the red moon
rose slowly above the surface of the sea
a sturdy looking young man, with a stout
stick in one hand the very stick which
had helped to belabor Captain Armstrong
and a bundle tied up in a handkerchief
beneath his arm, stepped out of the cot
tage, changed the key from inside to out
side, closed the old door, locked it, drag
ged out the key, and with a sudden jerk
sent it flying far out into deep water be
yond the rocks. Then the figure turned
once more to the cottage, gazed at it fix
edly for a few moments, took a step or
two away; but sprang back directly with
an exceeding bitter cry, and kissed the
rough, unpainted woodwork again and
again with rapid action, and then dashed
off to the foot of the cliff and climbed
rapidly to the sheep track the faintly
seen path that led toward Slapton Lea
aud the old hall, where the captain still
stayed with his young wife, and then
joined the west road which led to Ply
mouth.
She strode on maufully for another
quarter of a mile, when all at once there
was a stoppage, for another figure was
seen coming from the direction of Tor
cross, and the moon shining full upou
the face showed plainly who it was.
There was no question of identity, for
that evening Captain James Armstrong
whose journey had been postponed had
snubbed his young wife cruelly, quarrel
ed with his cousin Humphrey, who had
been there to dine, and then left the
house, determined to go down to Mary
Ueil a solitary cottage.
"Who's this?" muttered the captain.
"Uuniph! sailor on the tramp to Ply
mouth. Well, he won't know me. J
won't turn back."
He strode on a dozen yards and then
stopped short, as the figure before him
had stopped a few moments before: and
then a change came over the aspect of the
captain. His knees shook, his face turn
ed wet, and his throat grew dry.
It was horrible; but there could be no
mistake.
"Abel Dell!" he cried, hoarsely, as be
leaped at the idea that the brother had
returned in spirit, to save bis sister from
all barm.
"Out of my path!" rang forth in an
swer, the voice being loud, imperious and
nerce; and then, in a tone of intense
hatred and auppressed passion, the nc
word "Dog!"
As the last word rang out there was
a whistling as of a stick passing througj
toe air, a tremendous thud, and the cap
tain reil Headlong upon the rocky ground.
Then there was utter silence as the
young sailor placed one foot upon the
prostrate man's chest, stamped upon it
savagely, and strode on right away over
the wild country bordering the sea.
The figure loomed up once in the moon
light, as the captain rose slowly upon one
elbow and gazed after it, to see that it
seemed to be of supernatural proportions,
and then he sank back again with a
groan.
"It's a spirit," he said, "come back to
her;" and then the poltroon fainted dead
away.
CHAPTER VI.
Someone was singing a west-country
ditty. There was a pause in the sing
ing, and the striking of several blows
with a rough hoe, to the destruction of
weeds in a coffee plantation; while, as the
chops of the hoe struck the clods of earth,
the fetters worn by the striker gave forth
faint clinks.
"Ub, I say, Abel, mate; don't, lad,
don't."
"Don't what?" said Abel Dell, resting
upon bis hoe, and looking up at big Bart
Wrigley, clothed like himself, armed with
a hoe, and also decorated with fetters,
aa he atood wiping the perspiration from
his forehead.
"Don't sing that there old song. It do
make me feel so unked."
"Unked, Bart? Well, what if it does?
These are unked days."
"Ay; but each time you aings that I
seem to see the rocks along by the shore
at home, with the ivy hanging down, and
the sheep feeding, and the sea rolling in,
and the blue sky, with gulls a-flying; and
it makes me feel like a boy again, and,
big as I am, as if I should cry."
"Always were like a big boy, Bart.
Hoe away, lad; the overseer's looking."
Bart went on chopping weeds, diligently
following his friend's example, as a sour
looking, yellow-faced man came by in
company with a soldier loosely shoulder
ing bis musket. But they passed by with
out speaking, and Abel continued:
"There's sea here, and bio sky and
sunshine."
"Ay," said Bart; "there's naahln hot
enough to fry a msck'rel. Plaea ia right
enough If you was free; but it aren't
home, Abel, It aren't borne."
"Home! no," said the young man, sav
agely. "But we have no home. Mhe
polled thst."
"Ah, you're a hard 'un, Abel," remark
ed Bart, after a time.
"Yea; and you're a soft 'un, Bart. She
could always turn you round br little
finger."
"Ay, bless her; and sh didn't tell on
o."
"Ye, she did," said Abel, sourly; and
he turned back upon his companion, and
toiled away to hide tba working of bis
face.
The sua (bona down as hot) aa can
CHAPTER VII.
It was quite a week before the two
young men were at work in the plin'ation
of young trees again, and during all thst
time they bad feverishly discunsed the
voice they had heard. Every time they
approached the border of the plantation
where it ran up to tba virgin forest they
bad bean on the qui vlve. expecting to
hear their namea called again, but only
to b disappointed; and, after du con
boat," he said, "and managed to crawl up
there. It's the wuly place where anyons
could get up."
"No eld mate would take all thai
trouble for ns, lad. It's someone Mary's
sent to bring ua a lerU-r and a bit of
news."
It was at night In the prison lines that
Bart said this, and then he listened won
deriagly ia the dark, for be heard some
thing like a sub from close to his elbow.
"Abel, matey!" he whispered.
"Don't talk to me, old lad," came back
hoarsely after a time. And then, after a
long silence. "Yes, you're right. Poor
lass poor lass!"
"Say that again, Abel; say that again,"
whispered Bart, excitedly.
. . "Paof laal I've been too hard on ifr.
She didn't get ns took."
"Thank God!"
These were Bart's hoarsely whispered
words, choked with emotion; and directly
after, as be lsy there, Abel Dell felt a
great, rough, trembling band pass across
his face and search about bim till it
reached his own, which it gripped and
held with a strong, firm clasp, for thera
waa beneath Bart's rough, busk-like ex
terior a great deal of the true, loyal ma
terial of which English gentlemen are
made; and when toward morning those
two prisoners fell asleep in their chains,
band was still gripped in baud, while the
dreams that brightened the remaining
hours of their rest from penal labor were
very similar, being of a rough home down
beneath Devon's lovely cliffs, where the
sea ran sparkling over the clean-washsd
pebbles, aud the handsome face of Mary
smiled upon each in turn.
'(To be continued.)
bine In the West Indies, and the coarse sideratlon, Abel placed a right lnterpre
sturts the young uea wore showed tatioa upon the reason.
patches of moisture where the perspira- "It was someone who got ashore from a
ttoa came through; but they worked on,
for the labor deadened the misery in
their breast.
"How long have we beea here, mate?"
said Bart, after a paute.
"Duaaa," replied Abel, fiercely.
"How long will tbey Beep us in this
here place?" said Bart, after another in
terval, and he looked from the beautiful
shore at the bottom of the slope on which
they worked to the cluster of atone and
wood-built buildings, which formed the
prison and the station farm, with factory
aud mill, ail worked by convict labor,
while those in the neighborhood were
managed by blacks.
Abel did not answer, only scowled
fiercely; and Bart sighed and repeated
his question.
"Till we die!" said Abel, savagely
"same as we've seen other fellows di
of fever, and bard work, and the lash.
Uurse the csptain! Curse
Bart clapped one hand over his com
panion's lips, and be held the other be
hind his head, dropping his hoe to lesve
full liberty to act.
"I never quarrela with you. Abel, lad,'
be said, shortly; "but if you ssys words
again that poor gell, I'm going to fight
and that won't do. Is it essy?"
Abel seemed disposed to struggle; but
be gave in, nodded his head, aud Bart
loosed bim and picked up bis hoe, just as
the overseer, who bad come softly up
behind, brought down the whip he car
ried with stinging violence across the
shoulders of first oue and then the other
The young men sprang round savag
ly; but there was a sentry close behiud
musket-armed and with bayonet fixed,
aud they knew that fifty soldiers were
within csll, and that if they struck their
taskmaster down and made for the juogl
they would be hunted out with dogs, be
shot down like wild beasts, or die of
starvation, as other unfortunates bad
died before them.
There was nothing for it but to resume
their labor and hoe to the clanking of
their fetters, while, after a promise of
what was to follow, in the shape of tying
up to the triangles, and the cat, if they
quarreled again, the overseer west us to
see to the others of his flock.
"It's worse than a dog's life!" said
Abel, bitterly. "A dog does get petted
a well as kicked. Bart, lad, I'm sorry
1 got you thst lash."
"Nay, lad; never mind," said Mart
"I'm sorry for you; but don't speak hard
things of Mary."
"I'll try not," said Abel, as be hoed
away excitedly; "but I hope this coffee
we grow may poison those who drink it"
Bart waa close up to a dense patch of
forest oue wild tangle of cane and creep
er, which literally tied the tali trees to
getber and made the forest impassable
when the shrieking of a kind of jay which
had been flitting about excitedly stopped,
and was followed by the melodious whis
tie of a while bird and the twittering of
quite a flock of little fellows of a gor
geous scvarlet crimson. Then the shriek
ing of several parrots answering each
other arose; while just above Bart's bead,
where clusters of trumpet-blossom bung
down from the edge of the forest, scores
of brilliantly scaled bamming birds lit
erally buzzed about on almost transpar
ent wing, and, then suspended themselves
in midair as they probed the nectaries of
the flowers with their long bills. Bart
glanced at his fellow-convict and was
about to work back, when there came a
sound from out the dark forest which
made bim stare wildly, and then tbe
sound arose again. Bart changed color
and did not stop to hoe, but walked rap
idly across to Abel.
"What's the matter?" said the latter.
"Dunno, lad," said the other, rubbing
his brow with his arm; "but there's some
thing wrong."
"What is it?"
"That's what I dunno; but just now
something said quite plain, 'Bart, Bart" "
'Nonsense! You were dreaming."
'Nay. I was wide awake as I am now.
and as I turned and stared it said it
again."
'Poll parrot," said Abel, gruffly. "Go
on with your work. Here s the overseer."
The young men worked away, and their
supervisor passed them, and, apparently
satisfied, continued his journey rouud.
"May have been a poll parrot," said
Bart. "They do talk plain, Abel, laj;
but this sounded like something else."
"What else could it be?"
"Sounded like a ghost."
Abel burst into a hearty laugh so
hearty that Bart's face waa slowly over
spread by a broad smile.
Why, Isd, that's better," he aaid, grim
ly. "I ar'n't seen you do that for mouths.
Work away."
The hint was given because of the over
seer glancing in tbeir direction; and they
now worked on together slowly, going
down tbe row toward the jungle, at
which Bart kept on darting uneasy
glances.
Enough to make a man laugh to hear
you talk of ghosts, Bart," said Abel, af
ter a time.
What could it be, then?"
Parrot some lady tamed," said Abel,
shortly, aa they worked on side by side,
"escaped to tbe woods again. Some of
these birds talk just like a Christian."
Ay," said Bart, after a few moments'
quiet thought; "I've beed 'em, lad; but
there's no poll parrot out here as knows
me.
"Know you?"
"Well, didn't I tell you a It called me
Bart, Bart!' "
"Sounded like it," "id Abel, lacon
ically. "What does be want?"
For just then tbe overseer shouted, and
signed to tbe gaugmen to come to pirn.
To begin another Job log-rolling, I
think," growled Bart, shouldering bis
hoe.
At that moment, as Abel followed bis
example, there came in a low, eager tone
of voice from out of the jungle, twenty
yards away;
Bart! Abel! Abel r
Don't look," whispered Abel, who reel
ed aa if struck, and recovered himself to
catch his companion by the arm. "All
right! he said aloud; "we 11 b here to
morrow. We must go."
POSES AS TRAMP; WINS A BRIDE,
Nagged, Unshaven Mired Man Turn
Out to lie a Hicu Suitor.
Miss Laura B. Keller, of Montrose,
W. Va., a girl of exceptional beauty
aud a village belle, advertised In a mat
rimonial paper for a correspondent,
thinking to have sport. Two of the re
plies Interested ber and she began a
correspond eJice with tbe writers. Pho
tographs were exchanged aud a meet
ing with the two suitors was arranged.
1'rior to the meeting a tramp appear
ed at the Keller home aud procured
employment, lie was ragged and un
shaven, but gave evidence of having
setai better days aud was genteel In his
deportment. He fell in love with Miss
Laura, aud In spite of bis being a
tramp ahe returned bis love, although
she told him she could never think of
marrying him.
Recently Henry Snodgrass, one of her
unknown suitors, appeared and was re
jected. On the next day Harry Will
lams, the other man with whom she
had corresponded, was to appear. But
she waited all day and he failed to put
In his appearance.
That evening tbe tramp spoke to her
of love and she told him she loved
bim, but could never marry a poor man.
Throwing off his disguise, Harry Will
lams, young, wealthy and dressed In
the height of fashion, stood before her.
Mis Keller was qult overcome at the
denouement, but all obstacles having
been overcome she renewed ber love
vow and they were married. Williams
Is said to have wealth and social stand
ing, says a special to the New York
World, but took tbe disguise of a tramp
to ascertain unsuspected what manner
of girl Miss Keller was. Both were
satisfied.
Tommy's Hammer.
The Beachem family was a happy-
go-lucky one, and rosy-checked
Bridget, "Just a week over from the
ould counthry," seemed a most appro
priate handmaid. I-'or the most part
her mistakes amused and delighted
them, but on oue occasion a mistake
came near making serious trouble.
She had been with tbe family two
days, aud was lu the nursery with
3-year-old Tommy.
"Bridget," cried Mrs. Beacbetn, as
she rushed into the nursery, "Mr.
Beachem bus Just telephoned me that
he left his revolver on bis dressing
table by mistake, and It Isn't there!
Have you sen It? I know you wert
there tidying up tbe room."
'What Is It lolke, mini?" asked
Bridget "There was a little thins
about so long, wld a crook lolke at wan
end, and brolglit lo!Ue silver. Could
that be it? Oi gave It to Tommy for
to hammer bis little tacks Into the
boon!, but be had no fancy for It, ana
01 think he floong It under the bed.
Yls, mini, there It Is, away over in the
far corner."
Mrs. Beachem glanced under the bed.
The revolver was there. "Let It atay
until Mr. Beachem conies home," ahe
said, faintly. "I'll take Tommy Into
my room and lock up the nursery."
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shoes are too tight Is Inclined to be
masculine.
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