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The Queen of The Isle OR SIBYL CAMPBELL'S LOVE

BY MAY AGNES FLEMING Author Of "The Hcinw of Glon Qowcr," "Tho Unseen Bridegroom," oto

against tho sharp edge ot tho table, and foil !••• tho floor, hor faoo covered with blood. But ho heedod honiot, Seizing his hut and cloak, ho rushod from the house, as if drivon by ten thousand furies, And his face, upturned to the light, was the faco of a demon,

CHAPTER XVIII, a TUB UNTOLD SECRET. ' Continued. ' i "I must havo dropped it on tho my, 1 confound it I" ho imittorid, angrily, i " What if any ono should find it ? But, luckily, if thoy do, thoro is no clow ty whioh they will discover uio to bo tho writer. Well, I must write another that is ell." Ho took a pencil from his pockot, toro a leaf out of his tnblot, and wrote a few lines. Then he consigned them to Low, with tho caution: " Be sure you do not let any ono sco you delivor it. And this is for your trouble—and silence. You understand?" 11 Sart'in, rnarse," said Lem, and ho pocketed, with unfoigned delight, the

Threo hours later, a boat containing two persons put off for Campboll's Isle, Ono was a rough fishor boy, half simplo T ton-half idiot; the other a tall, dark man, who sat in tho stern, his hat drawn far down over his brow, the collar of his oloak turned up, leaving nothing to bo soon but a pair of wild, bluek, maniac eyes, that glared liko live coals with tho fires of madness, To be continued.) TVTO FALSE RETURNS HERE ABE PLAIN FACTS ENDORSED BY A WAIHI CITIZEN Fnw people will admit failnro while there is a chance for argument. Many people olaim success wb-n no ono rises to dispute, What we want to do is to placo our claims where doubt is ont of tho question, Wo are doing this overy day, and Now Zealand pooplo aro beginning to an» preoiate it. Many stop forward and testi* fy publicly to tho merit of tho " Little Conqueror," They unhesitatingly tell how burdons have been removed from backs that boro them patiently for years, Surely more convincing proof cannot be lud than testimony like tho following from a Waihi man.

silvor coin " l'so durn', and nobody 11 aeo me givin' Miss Christie (lis—cotch a weasel asleop." 11 All right then—piuh oQ," said Drummond, as, with a mind intensely relieved, he sprang up the bank. Meanwhile, wr must return to tho parsonage. Scarcoly had Dranimond gone, when Mrs. Courtney entered. Noticing Captain Campbell only by a grave bow-for the watchful eyes of ner husband wcro upon her—she entered into a conversation with Sybil. "Ah I she is growing careful; that is a bad sign. I must watch them more closely," thought Mr, Courtney. Captain Campbell treated him with cool contempt, arid scarcely noticed him nt all. But Laura watched him anxiously and alarmed, as she noticed his ghastly face, "Ohll wisn Captain Campbell would go," said Laura to horself, unoaßily. "Hoavon holp Edgar I The man i 3 mad!" Did some sweet instinct tell him her wish? He roso that instant, to take his lflftVfii " And-oh, by tho way, Sybil," ho said, suddenly, as he departing, " I camo near forgetting 1 had an epistle for you, This is it, I believe," he added, drawing a nolo from his pooket and going over to whore she and Laura sat.

"For moP" said Sybil, opening it. 11 Who from, I wonder?" " Little Chrißtie gavo it to we as I was

going." 11 Christie?" cried Sybil, in a voice that made them start, as her eyes ran eagerly ovor the lines. They woro as follows: 11 Dear Miss Sybil :-I did not tell yon all that night. I havo thought since I should havo done so. When noxt you visit tho island, I shall reveal to you my Beoret: for I feel you have a right to know.

Christie," Pale with many emotions, Sybil leaned for a moment without speaking. "Guy," she said impoluously, "I mußt visit tho island to<day," "Theialandl Nonsense, Sybil!" broke in Mrs, Brantwoll.

" I must-1 must I My business there will admit of no delay, I must go I Who will lake me ovor?"

"If you wait for an hour or two, Carl Henley will bo hero. I heard Mrs, Tom saying ho would visit N—for things sho wanted, If you must go, ho could take yon when he returns." "Verywell;lsupposothat must do," Bald Sybil, controlling hor burning impatience by a great effort, as she hastily loft the room,

And Captain Campbell, having mado his adieus, also imparted, followed by Mrs Brantwell. Laura kept her seat by the window , while her husband still scowled from under his brow. "Well, this is certainly pleasant," thought Mrs Courtney. " What a prize I have drawn in the great matrimonial lottery, to be sure. Ough 11 declare, ho looks liko a ghoul, Ho will be the death of me, I'm Biue, Positively, I must havo committed some awful crime bolus time or other to bo punished with such a husband. His mouth looks as if it it had been bolted, and the key forever lost, I wondor if ho could open it ? I'll Ece, " Mr Courtney 1" she said. And inarticulate "Well?" camo growlingly forth from the comprosscd mouth, " Look pleasant, can't you ? I declare the very Bight of you is onough to mako one's Wood run cold."

"You wonld rather look at the gnllant Captain Campbell, porhaps!" ho said, with an evil enear.

" Yes, I would, thon—there I You don't Bee him wearing suoh a savago, cutthroat look as you do. I wish to mercy you'd take him for a model, and not make bucli a fright of yourself." He gazed at her, without speaking, until a circle of white flamed around his eyes, And now that Laura's by no moans angelic temper was roused, thero is no tolling what she would not have said, bad not Mrs Brantwell's voico been heard at that moment at the hoad of the stairs calling; " Mrs Courtnoy, I want you a moment 1" Mrs Courtney hastoned from tho room, and Mr Courtney \v„i i.ft alono with his evil passions, As she rose from her seat, his eyos foil on something like a noto under her chair, Like a tiger pouncing on his prey, he sprang upon it, opened it, read it, and crushed it, convulsively, in his hand, It was Willard Drumraond's note, " This is hers; sho has dropped it. Ho gave it to her I" said tho unhappy man, "Oh.lseeitnll-Tsoe it nil I Tho daro

" This is hers; sho has dropped it. Ho gave it to her I" said tho unhappy man. " Oh, I see it nil—l see it nil! Tho dare not meot in daytime, and she will moot him this night, My God 1 Islmll go mad I Dishonoured, disgraced forovorl And by tho woman I havetl loved so madly, And she k'lghed, mocked, and taunted mo to my face, with this in her possession," Ho ground his teeth, to keop back tho terrific groans that wero raising their way through his tortured heart, And as if sont by an evil demon, Laura entered at that moment, laughing merrily, Ho stood with his back to her,

'• And is this tho woman I havo loved—the vilest ol her sex, who daro laugh, with such a crime in hot soul. I know now why sho did not go to tho island with him to-day. Sho thought to blind mo, and make me tbink sho was not going at all, that I might bo lulled into security, God'sjcurflos light on thorn both 1" came through his clinched toeth. Litilo droaming ot the thoughts that were passing through his mind, Laura, forgetting her momentary angor, wont over, and, laying her hand on his arm, said:

"Como, Mr Oourtnoy, throw off this gloom, and bo a little as you used to be. There is no occasion foi fill this anger, for lam not going to tho island nt all, You see, I have even givon up my own swoot will to please; «o I think I deservo something in roturn for being no good, Don't I?"

Ho turned, and sho almost shrieked aloud at the awful faco sho beheld,

"Edgar I oh, Edgar I Great Heavonl do not look so wild 11 never meant to mako yon so angry, I will not go—indeed, 1 will not go i Only speak to mo, and not Wear that dtendful look 1" And pile, trembling, and terrified, sho clung to hie arm, With an awful molediction, he hurled her from him. and sent htr reeling acton the room, She etraok

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Waihi Daily Telegraph, Volume IV, Issue 1083, 2 September 1904, Page 4

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The Queen of The Isle OR SIBYL CAMPBELL'S LOVE Waihi Daily Telegraph, Volume IV, Issue 1083, 2 September 1904, Page 4

The Queen of The Isle OR SIBYL CAMPBELL'S LOVE Waihi Daily Telegraph, Volume IV, Issue 1083, 2 September 1904, Page 4

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