The Queen of The Isle OR SIBYL CAMPBELL'S LOVE

Waihi Daily Telegraph, Volume IV, Issue 1101, 23 September 1904, Page 4

The Queen of The Isle OR SIBYL CAMPBELL'S LOVE

BY MAY AGNES FLEMING

Author of "The Heiress of Glen Gowcr," "Tho Unseen Bridegroom," otc

CfIAPTBB-XXVII. THE WIDOWED IIRIDEaROOM. And where, meantime, was ho whose headstrong passions had brought about this catastropho? Whore was Willard Drnmmond ?

In his far-off Virginia home, ho had seen the last remains of his only surviving, parent laid in tho grave, and found himself tho solo possessor of an almost princely fortune. And now, in the deepest ulourning, and with a brow on which rostod still the sad shadow :t that newlyclosed grave, he turned his face once inoro towards tho liouso of Sybil Campbell.

A oomplcto change, a total revulsion of feeling, had taken place within him dining tho last few days. The awful prcsonco of death had hushed the clamorous voices of passion and ambition, ami awoke within him the deepest feelings of remorse for the unmanly part ho had acted. All the sophistries and specious reasonings were swept away by that dying bed, and ho folt in its fullest force how base and unworthy had boon his conduct. Ho folt it was his duty to renounco Sybil Campbell forever, and lot the oonsequenccs bo what they might to tell her el'. Ho shrank from tho thought of the terriblo outburst oi passion this confession would bo roeeivod with; but better this than tho shaino and disgrace of vodding tho husband of auotber,

Christiolwas Ills wife-ami as such must bo acknowledged boforn tlio weld; mid with this resolution ho renchod Wuatpott ono lowering nuturun|day andj/lwoary ami travel-stainod entorod tho Wcatbrook House.

Tho firat person on whom his eyes rested as ho wont in was Captain Guy Campboll sitting at a table, Tho noise of his entrauco undo Captain Guy look up, and starting to his feet he exclaimed:

"Prummond, aiyolil tad, delighted to havo you with us again I Horo sit down, Havo you breakfasted ?" " No; I havo only just arrived, llow aro all my frionds ?" said Willard taking tho proffered seal. " All well, though Sybil has been worrying herself to a skeleton ovor that sad allair." "What sad affair?!'said Willard with a

start." "Why, tho death of liulo Christie, to be sure. It is singular you havo not heard of it, Tho papers are full—good heavens, my dear fellow I Aro you ill,?" said Captain Campbell rising in alarm, Reeliug as though ho had received a spoar thrust through his hoart, Willard Drummond sprang to his feet, and, with a faoo deadly white, grasped his friend by tho arm and said, in <t choking voice: " Doad, did you say ? Christie dead ? How? When? Where? Of what did she dio ?" " Really Druminond, this is unaccountable," said Captain Campbell, slowly, and

with oxtremo surprise. " Dead I dead!" said Drummond, unllooding his words. When was it ? How was it ? Where did slio dio ?" "On the island. This is most extraordinary," replied Captain Campbell, looking at tho pale, agitated faco before him in still increasing surprise, "Oh Captain Campbell I' exclaimed Willard, " tell me ail—how did sho dio ?" " It is very oxtraordiunry, all this," said the astonished young captain, who was quiio unprepared for such an outburst of feeling from the usually gay, nonchalant Willard Drummond. " Then you |havn not heard sho wes— ——' "What?" " Murdered I" said Captain Campboll. " Murdered I Oh my God I" And with ft docp groan, Willard buried his faco in his hand), Captain Campbell looked at him with the most unbounded uinazcmout. " Well, upon my soul!'' he broke out, at length,." to lako on in this way is something beyond rue, I confess, Waiter, moro coffee." "Campbell, ttll mo all," said Willard, springing up, and pushing back his long black hair, Who could havo done so atrocious, so base, so dninnablo a deed ? Oh, can there exist a being on God's earth capablo of committing so infernal a crime ? Who was it ? fcipeak and tell me; and may heayon's worse curses rest upon him now and for ail eternity I Who had tho heart to hurt ono hair of hor gentle hoad ?''

'' Druumioud, my denr fellow, what means nil this violeut agitation ? What wag littlo Chuatio to you ?" Tho koon, searching look, tho meaning tono and probing question brought him from Mr fierce outburst of remorse and anguish to a senso of the presonco in which ho stood. This was not tho timo or place for tho revelation; nor was it to Captain Guy Oompbell that revelation wa dostinod to bo made. CoinvoHmg his ngony by a tremondous effort ho subdued his oxcited feelings and dropped in bis seat, and said: "Tomo-tome? Nothing;yot I felt toward hor almost as if sho wero my sister. Sho, sweet, fair and gentlo as an angol, to meet such a fato! Oh.Gampboll, is it not onough to drivo ono mad to think of it?', " It is a sad thing, I must confer," said Captain Campbell, "and no one but a demon in human form could have perpotratod tho deed." " Who is tho murderer ?" said Drummond, in a deep, hollow voice. "That cannot bo discovered: tho island and ovory pluce else, I believe, has been searched, but no cluo to his apprehension can bo found." " Whon was tho diabolical criuio committed ?" "Tho very night you left Nowpott, You romember the terrific storm of that night, Somewhere about midnight, it is suppojed, poor Christio was assassinated. What could have brought Christio from tho honso at such an hour and in such a stoim is a mystery still unsolved." In spito of all his efforts another groan broko from the tortured heart of iiruuimoiul. Tho thought of his nolo appointi.igthal fatal meeting. Oh, too well he know what had brought her ihcio; nrnl a pang piorccd his soul m ho thought of that slight, delicato girl plunging through all that howling tempest to meet him,' '• Who was on tho island at tho timo ?" ho asked, "No ono but Mrs Tom and Carl and ono or two negroes; and, yet, now I think of it. Sybil was there, too." "Sybil?" said Willard, with a start, "Yes; she wont over shortly nfior you went away, Poor Chribtic, it soe'm?, wanted her (or something and sent her a noto, What it contained I cannot say, but it scorned to a»itato Sybil; and the result of it was that sho insisted on going to tho island that night." What was the thought that mado Willi nl Drmuiuond tutu so ;;ha?tly at that moment? Had Christie, in that noto, revealed their marriage, mid had Sybil, in a fit of passion, raised her hand against that gontlo child's lifo. Christio, tho unknown island girl, had not an enemy in tho world oxcopt Sybil; and sho, in violent agitation, had braved storm and danger to reaoh tho island that night, Oh, horrible thought 1

With his brain reeling with conflicting amotions, ho fol'. (or tho moment as it his vory reason wis leaving him, Captain Ciiiupbo)l,sitiingplacidly before him, saw nothing of what was passing in his breast; and, foiling his emotion down rartially to iho morbid state of his mind s;nco hia father's death and tho want of res-t, arose and said:

" My dear Dnuumond, you must bo tired and worn out with your journey. You had bettor retire at once. I will call hire this aftornoon again, When do you intend visiting Newport." " Any time—to-day, to-morrow, immediately, answerod Drummond. "I am going thoro to-morrow. What say you to going then?" said his companion.

" I shall bo nt your service," said Drummond. " What with fatigue and all, lam rather bowildcred as vet; but I trust by that time to bo far enough recruited to pay my devoirs to the Indies a 1 tho parsonage." "Very strange, I must say," muiod Captain Campbell, as he entered the crowded street?.

" Very slraugo, indeed, that the news of littlo Christie's death should affect him, I had some notion once that Sybil was a littlo jealous of Christie, and faith, I begin to think she may have had some cause for it, But perhaps I wrong Drummond after nil, Ho is not very excitable usually, I know; but his mind being unusually troubled, Chrisiio's dreadful death may h.ivo given him a shock. He dnro not trillo with Sybil. If he docs he will feel the weight of Campbell's vengoanej I" (To 68 continued.)

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