KATE HOWARTH'S DEVOTION.

North Otago Times, 2 December 1911, Page 4 (Supplement)

KATE HOWARTH'S DEVOTION.

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By" the Author of "Th 6 Heroine of the Mill," Etc. PART 9, CHAPTER X.-(Conttnued.) The express on on the viscount's /ace had been one of perplexity'and gloom. Notwithstanding his sottish condition, his countenance began to brighten as the lady proceeded with weighty volubility, until a * last he cried : ' " You were right, as you alwajs are. Ido not know where the boy has been carried, but I have despatched a messenger to find out. When I have discovered I shall send for you, and what you propose will be most rigidly carried out." And then there followed a conversation which greatly relieved Lady Northenden's mind, although she knew her lord too well ever to 'believe implicitly in everything he said. " But then," she said, with an incredulous smile, " bow came you and Poison to disappear? You have not yet told me that." " That Is easy enough," he answer-

ed. " I could not eat the chicken, so I told Poison to take it to the child of his that is ill, You know he lives in the stables, being a married man. I let him out by the wktet door there in the paddock. That was once the paddock, for our

thoroughbreds, until we got thai wall built. The explanation is simple enough, you see."

" Yea," hesitated the lady. "It will be simple enough when you have told me how you left the room."

" Oh, that is simpler still," he laughed; and she thought there was a touch of uneasiness in the tons. " I followed by that same door. I crossed to the breakfast-room while you stood for an Instant by the great window." "It Is strange !" she said. " And yet-" "What?"

" Nothing," Bhe returned; for It struck, her that unless he had seen her by the window he could scarcely have given an explanation so accurately. " Then it seems to me," she went on, In a disappointed tone, "that there are no secret places in this grand old house, after all ?"

"The Lords of Northenden have never concealed anything of that kind from their ladles," her husband went on. " I should have initiated you before," he continued ; " but the fact is, we have not been so friendly lately."

" Let that pass," she said, genially, confident now that he was about to satisfj her curiosity.

" After all," he said, " there is nothing much to disclose. You perceive, my love—" " You may omit those words," she interrupted. " I know their value. Let us get to the secret chambers." " Very well," he said, " You see those glass doors," and he indicated two sections of shelves enclosed by a glass ease." t " Yes."

" Well, you perceive when I turn the key, the left leaf opens, and I take out a book, which proves conclusively that that section is what it appears to be. The right portion, however, is deceptive. These richly bound books are merely bacl'U of books fixed upon a flat door under the glass covering, opening in the usual way when I press this little steel plate in its edge, which contains the orifice In which the bar of the lock in the genuine half is shot"; and as he spoke Lord Northenden pressed the small' plate, and the door swung open, disclosing a stone chamber of about fourteen feet square, which was quickly lit up by the lamp on the table opposite.

" You perceive," he proceeded, " no luxurious hiding-place, This is mere-; ly a strong-room, whose existence is not suspected by the servants. There! are two Iron-bound boxes, which contain deeds and other valuable family documents; three tin cases containing matters of less value, and two shelves laden with musty papers of no particular use, so far sb I know."

" But what is this—or rather where does this lead to?" inquired Lady Northenden, putting her hand upon a pieM of masonry about four feet In height built up against the left wall of the private room.

"Oh, that," he said, carelessly, " covers the staircase which leads to some secret passages and unused vaults. One of these passages leads a long way underground to the high bank of the river below which the Blackwater Mill stands. In 1747 my ancestor, Sir Lyulph Hoghton, who espoused the cause of the Pretender, being sought for here by the Royalißt troops, escaped from the house by this way. I shall show you through it and the others some da;., At present I am rather tired, and some letters must be written for the' last post," . « Lady Northenden lookjed thoughtfully down the dark gull, which descended something like a ship's companion under its hood. Then she slowly surveyed the whole, surroundings, and calmly left the earthsmelling apartments before her lord. . "You have gratified me very; much," she said, " and I am,much obliged to you. We will go all through these supteranean bassages some day together, when I have no doubt I shall be interested. In the meantime I feel tired, I must hat: some rebose. Never mind. WBen' the messenger comes about the boy,; Mease let me know. And now gootnlght.. Berhaps after this we mightget oh, very much better." ' "I am sure I hope so," said his lordship. " I have tried to make amends for the injury—" j "We will say no more of. that," cried his.wife. " Qpot-night."

And she turned as she reached the door opening into the hall. " Good-night," he said. Failing tin French maid, who had aot yet. arrived, Lady Northen'den had enlisted in her personal service a very smart upper housemaid, This 'girl, on this night, w'aV instructed, to bring,her mistress information when :bls'lordship went to. his private apaftmtotaV ~ , ) ■ . .At j twelve o'clock the.information was brought with the unsophisticated addendum,." And oh, ain't bis lordship tipsy I" ■ ... . This, of course, would have been the ;eaiisevfor : reproof under other cirtwstMMi, Udj Ncrth«if«nTM

so full of her own thoughts that she omitted tbia' duty—indeed, tho information' assured her of that freedom of action for which she had been pfa'ylhgV; '■ Dismissing'the'glrl she prepared to carry, out her* plan's,' when : Bhe unacfell asleep. Two o'clock was,: etrlking, on the ■■ turret clock when she awoke,:and some timo more elapsed' before her fire burned up agpin'ahdVsh'e was 1 thoroughly warm, ■rain'\she. donied a long robe de chainbre of wh'lte castimorb, trimmed round the sleeves, and neck with some soft white fur. Her dark hair and dazzling complexion were seen to greater advantage In thlß costume

I and as she raised her globe-protected lamp on" high, she might have been taken for some heroic' vestal virgin .but for the mature rotundity of her ;(orm and limbs and the deeply passionate fire glowing in her great dark eyes.

Silently she crossed the room and opened tlio door. All was still, She hurried along the corridor and came out upon the floor of the picture gallery to find a flood, of pure bluish moonlight streaming in through the stalndd-glass windows,

A finer effect was seen when she reached the great staircase. The bright moonbeams were floating in a thousand tints of crimson, green, /yellow and sapphire upon the wide hall, the silent men in armour, the bright steel swords, spears, and battle-axes which went to make the family trophies affixed to the neutraltinted stone walls and the fine, lotty columns of porphyry. Bent upon a mission of great moment, this woman was unconscious of the wonderful kaleidoscopic effects of which she formed a part. Hurrying on she entered the library, and halted before the secret entrance we have already seen opened.

The key was in the lock—the only misgiving she had, fortunately, removed by that fact, She opened the door, pressed the steel plate, and saw the false shelves revolve back. Entering the strong room, it struck her that there must be some way of closing these doors from the Inside. Her eye fell upon a kind of lever fixed to the interior, by the means of which, after bringing

the edges of the doors together, she drew them close effectively, the

little bar of the lock entering the orifice in the steel plate. Satisfied that she was locked In she looked around and perceived' that the moonlight penetrated the room from the windows opposite. She then found a space from which the eye could command the whole library. It appeared to be over the tops of the false books; but to prevent the eye being discernible from the other side, a board of ab least six inches wide kept the face from approaching too near the glass. This was a fortunate discovery'frut not what the lady had come in search of. Turning to the staircase leading below, she cautiously descended, hesitating step by step until she was certain that no noxious gases were present. After a time she was satisfied with her search. She expected to find a well-furnished

room underground. She found nothing but empty vaults, and long, mysteriously ventilated, sepulchral-smelling passages. Shuddering from having' surprised a small regiment of wild-looking rats she precipitated her retreat, and had almost reached the top of the steps before she perceived that another light than that supplied by the moon shimmered on the iron-bound boxes from the space left in the false bookcase.

There was a light in the library, and a man. Her heart beat rapidly, and yet not from fear. She told herself that the man must be her husband, and she never feared him. Placing her lamp on a low step, she noiselessly ascended and approched the " spying " place. Lord Northenden attired in a dres-sing-gown Btood near the table, swaying as drunken men only can while still keeping their feet. In his right hand he held a bottle on high, and in his left a tumbler, into which he poured some strong yellow liquid. " Cognac," she whispered to herself ; and then she'saw him pour the potent raw spirit into his mouth. He had been muttering before, now he commenced to talk aloud. - With every sentence Mb voice grew louder and harsher, and still he kept swaying about and leaning very much over to one side-very much after the manner of a captive balloon bending before the breeze. -

" Curse her, and her Impertinence I Why does she interfere ? She has wronged me beyond all forgiveness, let me tell her that, and I am about to be done with it. ' Confide in servants,' she said. Confound her ! J'd rather believe in them than in her; and who the deuce is she, eh ? Who is she? Why, only a servant. I took her from the kitchen myself and I ought to know—bless jou, I ought to know. Ha, ha ! Ho, ho, ho!"

Here be broke off in his delirious laughter, as his eye fell upon the bottle.

"Hal" he cried; " would you grin at me? Would you dare to whisper to me of the gallows? Who are you

—who are you 7 I don't know your grinning i face. Ah! Would youwould you ? Don't attempt to tear me to pieces! ' If you do I'll have you hear 7-reve'nge I" And the madman drank another glassful of raw brandy; capering weirdly in the pale moonlight streaming into the old-fashioned room,

" Ha, ha ! but this is merry," he went on, shaking his strangely-clad head. " Ha, ha! but this is select! There you are, Father Redcap-and you, Bluewing. I don't like your men, Bluewing. They swarm over a man so—over a man so—over a man. Oh, I see I The man is here-that's lt,> The hour has come, and the man Is here."

. "'What for? 1 do you ask Father Redcap. You know-to.do the deed. What deed, Bluewlng? 'A deed without a name,' good Daddy Redcap. A deed without—no, no, he has no name. . kn\ if he has no name, 'he has no right to live, he must die —die! Ha, ha, ha ! That's it! Die, die, die, and be-Hush, hush I Let me'seel"

The listener stood like a etono 'statue watching her dclok-maddened hustiand. By the light of her own knowledge every word of his ravings was perfectly intelligible to her.' All that; she waited for then was the denouement,

"■■ Send, him to sea," continued Lord Northenderi, " and trust to luck, No, no; not such a fool. Never must the life of doubt return, Her way must never be thought of. No, then ii bat one way oat of tt~

death, instant death. Death levels all, and I am to-night the leveller. " But how—but how ? Let me see. Ha I I have it. In that room, in the iron chest In the strongroom, la a stylus—a stiletto'that belonged to one of the Borglas. The : hilt 15,.0f jewelled gold, the'blade,'of'Toledo steel, thin as a needle and finely tempered. The point, the rumour

goes, was poisoned; but that'charm is gone'.' Ha, ba, ha! Never, mind: the dagger cannot fall, One puncture and all is over, Now, then, to proceed, and after that we will" rest and be at peace."

He approached the secret door, arid his wife fled down the vault stairway, taking her lamp with her intending to hide in the passage below until ho had retired,

After a short pause bus concluded that he had changed his mind, and returned to the upper chamber. Tn6 moonlight now canto only fro'm'.the library. Thinking he had retireti altogether, she was about to free 1 herself, when she saw him return', his lamp in one hand and' a broad .dagger evidently snatched from one of the trophies in the hall. His whole aspect had changed, His face' was bluish red, and yet ghastly pile'in the hollows. His eyes glared, and he trembled in a way that gave a distinctive name to the delirium arising from drink. "That Is better," he cried, "one cut and all is over," he whispered, brandishing the formidable weapon in the air, and In the close vicinity of his own throat. Then to his wife's utter amazement he' went over to the window-seat nearest the chimney, on her right hand, and began in an almost helpless manner, as she thought, to (eel about the cushion for something he had evidently lost. With an oath of impatience he

turned away once more, and began wiping Mb forehead, upon which great globules of perspiration stood, with the same brilliant yellow, rod, and green Indian handkerchief we have seen before.

Thrusting this into the girdle of his dressing-gown, he threw the bronze lamp be had placed on the seat" so violently on the table as to put the light out, and then with a wild cry he recommenced his research in-the moonlight, which had gradually become less bright, as some clouds obscured the light from the moon,

Presontly thel unsteady searcher gave a cry of triumph, and the hid-

den witness- beheld something that puzzled and nearly appalled her, Something like a black shadow.seemed to spread over the broad surface of the thickness of the wall in the ancient embrasure, and Into that shadow her drink-demented husband appeared to vanish, for in an Instant the moon shone out brightly again upon the masstvo rosewood panel, and the room was empty. Lady Northenden was too shrewd to hesitato long over an occurrence so supernatural in appearance as this undoubtedly was, Rushing from her concealment she examined the window, but the inside bar was down. She was turning away disappointed, when her sharp eyes caught sight of the fragment of an Indian handkerchief lying, as Bhe thought, upon the crimson velvet scat. She was about to touch it when she saw it was Btalned with blood and drew back I as tbis thought came to her—"The man is a murderer after all!"

Alter facing the evil in this way, she clasped the fragment in her hand, and found that it was detained in the joint of the panel. A new light came with this at once.

She began feeling about the base of this panel until she had the satisfaction of touching with her finger a small circular spot which seemed more prominent than the surrounding surface. Pressing it, she saw the wood gradually ascend in its framework, until the dark base of a staircase was visible in the thickness of the wall. Without a moment's hesitation she , sprang through the opening and rushed up the steps. She never stopped until Bhe had reached the end of a second flight. She wes providentially just in time for as she glanced into the circular stone chamber illuminated by a swinging lamp, her drink-maddened husband bad his broad-bladed dagger raised to strike to poor Insensible Freddie's heart. We have already described how she tore the dagger from his grasp and then rushed to the narrow casement, attracted by the pale face pressed against the opaque pane-the affrighted face of poor, heroic Katey standing on the giddy ledge outside. All this occupied only a tew seconds, The face was the face of an angel, and it disappeared as such faces might be expected to disappear. One moment a white, heart-like form with largo wistful eyes; and next the face of the silver moon sailing high in the heavens.

The viscountess was not. much given to dreaming of angels. Matter-of-fact like, she ran forward, hoping to And the strange witness of what appeared about becoming a tragedy, ffhis witness having vanished Bhe threw the narrow casement open and peered Into the depths below, The moonbeams played upon a little scarlet spot, a quivering mass lying within the intertwining branches ol a young walnut tree. She was about to cry " Are you hurt?" when her interest turned to horror. The Btrong right arm of her mad husband encircled her neck, crushing the breath out of her body after the manner of the Spanish garrote, This caused terror enough, for strong woman as she was her' assailant had the advantage; but that terror increased to the deepest horror when she found.that the temporary maniac had regained the dagger, and was about to plunge it Into her own breast.

"The secret dies here I" he yelled; and she was conscious of the descent of the knife—so wonderfully minute is human perception in such emergen-cies-wben she heard a silvery voice say;

" Do not kill that woman, ybu bad man."

The knife fell from the grasp of the would-be murderer, and be threw his wife from him considerable force as he rose to gate upon the now conscious Freddie, who was Bitting up on the rough couch. "Ha I" cried the madman-"that face again 1 Will it never cease to ;haunt me?"

I Their, with on awful unearthly shriek 'that thrilled tfiroogfa the house and the heart of every inmate he rushed from the secret chamber, leaving the boy ttiror-stricken, and Lady Nprthenden fainting on the cold stone floor.

CHAPTER XI. • NEULY HOWARTH IS INSPIRED, ) '.'; AND.BPEAKB. . Lady .Nqrthenden never knew exactly . ; how long, she remained unconscious.; , When .she came to herself, i 'the., boy/.whose timely intervention j had. undoubtedly saved' her life, was , sleeplng;;p}acidly, the' illness conse-1, quent upon his, injuries doubtless ; weighing him-down to this envious , condition. ■ . r 1 The great lady looked down upon | th'o fair child, and' for a moment a i great pity welled up .In her heart for the poor waif, whosij hair was matted i with blood from the woundi received i during his two falls from Black ) Prince, the honest animal which had been pressed' by Poison into a cowardly and nefarious service. This boy had just-under a greater power—saved her life, and yet she > hated him after that-first llttlo bit of womanly yearning l and love. There ' was; something in the expression of ' his face that reminded her of her own ' darker boy, and the memory of that < madly-loved' child banished all other 1 love and pity, until her thoughts ' brought her back to the fate she had 1 sketched out for this obnoxious lad. 1 . Closing the window against the ' cold morning air, she descended the £ secret stairs,.to find the panel still i open. If Lord Northenden's loud t cry had awakened any of the house- ' hold, they had soon turned to sleep £ again. • J

Her own apartments were soon gained. Opening ber private cabinet ahe applied those stimulants which science has discovered lor shattered nerves. Being completely recovered, she put on a heavy travelling dress and crossed the picture gallery In the direction ol the corridor from which Lord Northenden's apartments opened; With no attempt at concealment she knocked but received no answer. Opening the door of the ante-room, she entered, and found her lord lying on a couch with his head hanging over, the pillow, "He is likely, to have a fit of apoplexy If left there," sbe said. " Well, that is his look-out," she nntinued smiling. " All I want are his keys, and here they are. Very convenient, I must confess." These useful Instruments were indeed hanging ball out of the gentleman's pocket. She took them away, descended to the library, closed tho Becreb panel carefully, and then passed into the paddock.

She tried a dozen keys to the wicket, but without, success. At length she came to the right one, and passed out into the copse through which we have seen Poison head his horse, and Katey that night wander.

Turning in the direction of the broken masonry, she soon came to the walnut tree which grew beneath the narrow casement of tho private chamber. The red spot was now very conspicuous, but far beyond her reach,

Lady Northcnden was not the woman to despair, She returned into the bouse, passed through into the regular garden, and from that place carried upon her own strong shoulder a light garden ladder. By its means she gained possession ol poor Katey's unconscious form. After returning the ladder she placed the poor insensible child on a bed in a spare room near her own apartments. Then she carried Freddie from the secret chamber to tho next BPare room, and the servants wondered In the morning when they were told by their mistresß that "hearing a cry in the night," she looted from her window and Baw these children thrown from a cart in which two people sat and who drove rapidly away upon being rid of their juvenile companions. . Most ot the servitors remembered the cry, and so concluded that all the rest of the story was truthful. The amiable Viscountess of Northenden drove over early In the morning to Halshaw Moor with the still insensible Katey. Her first visit was to Dr. Mann, who examined the child and said she had sustained very serious Injuries indeed—Just such injuries as a child would have Buffered from falling from a vehiclo in motion.

Nelly Howarth and Aunt B1U& 'were in great tribulation when the carriage drovo up to the door. Their sorrow was, however, turned to joy —of a kind—when the peeress carried in the missing little girl In her own arms. For notwithstanding the injuries, from which the children were suffering, the happiness of the poor | woman was almost complete when tenderly told that Freddie was safe under the roof of Hoghton Hall, where he might be left and nursed until his recovery, since poor Nelly bad her hands more than full, with John still insensible and Katey now in a similar condition. Neither of the women paid much attention to the tale told of the cart and two persons by the voluble viscountess.

The first object of tho latter was attained. Howarth ed under her roof, in her power, for a long period after this. It was Jong before John or Katey recovered, and when they did they had to turn to work at the mill. Dan could not assist them just then for he was nearly ruined by the failure of a firm, and signing a bill lor a friend. "With sore hearts the poor people then consented to Freddie's prolonged stay in Lord Nortbenden's household. But he usually lootfed so bright and happy when he came for the season from London that they whispered to themselves that it was all for the best. (To be Continued.)