Abducted During The Wedding
OUSE ON LONELY W
race of the beautiful girl I felt sure was imprisoned within its grim wall
' I declared, vehemently. 'I
nied me, unless it might have been some mermaid. I hope you are satisfied,' said he, tu
inet Island on just such a mission, and I answer y
"that there is some fearful mystery, and it is our
, sir," rep
ated sharply upon the sand,
he distance to the house when they
what do you want
u-Winet Island," returned Va
ft the island scarcely five minutes ago in his
ly, "was there a lady with him? I
gaze shift
would have bought the place. As it is he has left it for good and all to-night, and is going to advertise the place for sale. If they had told my master, when he came here to buy, the story that a young and beautiful
y had. And then again he told himself that, thinking so much of Gerelda, he had imagined that the face he had seen for a moment
ishermen loved to spin the most exaggerated yarn
pologizing for his intrusion, and expressing himself as only to
o him. "My master has always given orders th
" returned Varrick, "but I think not. We will try to c
oned his companion
of sight, ere the door of the mysterious stone house o
id they
ou, Captain Frazier,"
asked the ot
e to��to rescue the young lady. I�� I succeeded in convincing them that their eyes had deceived them, and told them that you were so anno
azier��for it was he. "Upon my soul, you did w
cDonald. "It was the same man who made you all th
azier frow
ir," added McDonald. "M
on Captain Frazier's ears. He star
n hunting me down s
elf. The fisherman had been telling him the story about the young lady, and he had come to investigate it. I soon convinced him that there was nothing in the sto
his, McDonald?" as
te s
gh of relief. He had fanc
did not know him
resence here, I would lose no time in getting awa
no fear, sir,"
slowly up and down under the trees, smok
e verge of madness. I swore that Gerelda should never marry Hubert Varrick, if I
He was met on the porch by a little Fre
?" said Capt
e lies there hour after hour with her beautiful face turned toward the wall and her white hands clasped together. She might be a dead woman
out in the grounds to-night. She was kneeling down in the long grass, and had it already pressed to her temple, when I appeared in the very nick of time and wrenched it from her litt
id; "and I do not know what to do about it. She has uttered no w
r looked troub
hen she recovered consciousness and found
il I am set free again. You are beneath contempt, C
im in the clear moonlight as he tur
n to love you so? You encouraged me up to the last mo