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Thames Star, Volume XXIX, Issue 8618, 24 March 1897, Page 1

CHAPTER XXIII

THE FATHER'S B.EMORSE.

Morning dawned gray and gloom; over the old Moor Manor. In the subterranean chamber formerly occupied by Sate, lay all that was mortal of the young chief. The restless look that his tnee had ever worn in his life was gone, and he lay like one in a deep sleep. Th<? /air, luxuriant locks were brushed off the high, white brow, and a half smile still lingered around the faultless mouth.

Kate, f tie aud worn, with eyes dim with weeping, moved gently through the apartmen'. Crouched in a ctffaer a waying her boly to and fro,, and humming a dreary kind of ebcet to herself, was poor old Mollie. In a few brief words Kate had told her all, expecting an.pntburst of erief for the loss of her granddaughter,! but sbe *«as mistaken—her sorrovr wast all for her younu master ; for Pyrs she seemed not to bave a thought. \ During the night previous the brig had! comej to anchor, bearing the body of] tbeir young chief, together with Kate and Mondalri, who had now succeeded to the command. '

Kate gave them to understand in a few words that she knew his history, and they were at last willing to.consign b'u remains <• her care.

After ronrejinß htm to the o'd manor they took their last look at the death-cold form of him who had once been their chief. Before daybreak the brig was once more far upon the sea. And now, what was she to do next P Sate paced op and down the room, and tried to thiuk. ' Go to Dirritole,' seemed ever ringing iv her ear. But, oh, how cou d she go? how could 3be tell the earl the terrible ta'e? how tell him that bis son was the dreaded rover ebief P how tell him that ho had driren him to thi3 end P and the countess, if she were the Madaline of her cou in's story, how would she hear of tbig tragical tnd P Kate wrun^ her handa. in hopilese trouble —tu^n which wa/ she would, everything seened dark and gloomy aroacd her.