The Queen of The Isle

Waihi Daily Telegraph, Volume IV, Issue 1086, 6 September 1904, Page 4

The Queen of The Isle

OB SIBYL CAMPBELL'S LOVE BY MAY AQNES FLEMING th or of "Tho Heiress of Glen Gowcr," " The Unßeen Bridegroom," etc

CHAPTER XX. A NIGHT OF TKBROBi The sky was rapidly darkening. Tho wind carno with a low sound over tho waterß. Tho Bim sank rod, fioiy, and threatening in tho far west. Tho darkened soa boavod and tossed as if struggling with an inward foe, and tho litilo boat quivered in ovcry joint as it Hew over the glassy waves. . Sybil's eyes kindled, as they surveyed tho grand but terriblo beauty of tho scene. On tho east, as far as the eye could see, spread out the boundless, loiupcstuous ocean; on the wost stretched a long lino of coast, forming a sort of semi-circle, lost on ono sido in the dense primeval forest that as yet tho woodman's uxo had not desecrated, and on tho other jutting out in a wild, rocky promontory. On the south Wis the island, looking a small A vk speck in tho vast and mighty deep. " If wo don't have a screamer of a

leaving Lciu, much against his will, solo poss sor of tho kitchen. l:. re was a bright firo burning in tho hearth, " Now, where are you going to sleep, Aunt Moll?" sa ; d Sybil. " Horo on do lloor, honey; I'll bring in do mattress an' spread it horcaforo dc fire,

Sybil assented to this arrangement and, lifting the blind,seated herself by tin window to watch tlio storm. But Attn

Moll, coming in, hold up her hands in speechless terror at her hardihood. "Sottinatder windor, and it a-light-nin'l" sho exclaimed. " Miss Sybil, honey, dai's do mos' reckless t'ing to do as ebor was. Tut down do curtain, chilo, mi' go to bod; it's a temptin' o' do Lor.' dat ar." There's no danger, Aunt Moll, 1 ' said Sybil; " it is just as safo hero as in bod." "But it ain't, chilo; you doesn't kiv./W. It's wrong and likewise sinful to sit down «lookin'at ie slorm," porsistctl tho old

storm to-night, you may say I don't know nothing 'bout tho weather," said Oail, " such a ono as we ain't had since tho night me and Mr. Drumtuoud and Lorn aaved the man and woman what was washed ashoro from tbe wreak." " That was an awful night,' 1 said Sybil, still keeping her kindllug eyo (had on the gloomy grandeur of tho sea and sky; but how splendid, how magnificent, how glorious this prospect is I Oh, I lovo ut storm! Oh I tho nights that I havo spent on tho sea whon nothing was to be seen but the black pall of tho heavens above, rent evt>ry instant by forked lightning, while the crash of tho thunder and the roir of the' wind and waves mingled togothor in the sublimo refrain. Oh, for those nights again, when my vory soul was inspired by tho unspoakable glory of tho scene!" Her wild eyos flashed like stars. Sho was not addressing Carl—she did not oven Bee him: her whole heart and uiinu wero filled with tho prcsont sceno, and the remembrance of thoso she had beheld, Carl stared, wondering if sho had gono mad, but Sybil recovered from hertraneo, and asked quietly: "Do you think we will reach tho island before tho storm bursts'?' "Yes, I guess so. Wo'll bo thoro in ten minutes now. Oh Iby granny, bore it comes I"

ivoman ] But Sybil, without paying the slightest ittention, still sat "suing ou', while Aunt Moll, from, entreating took to scolding, which was likewiso unheeded, But fit last — " Hold your tongue, Aunt Moll," said her young mistress, impatiently facing round, tired of hearing tho garrulous old woman, And at this unprecedented robuko Aunt Moll lay down before tho fire in mortified silence.

Though burning with feverish impatienco to meet Christie, Sybil loimd her self forced to wait till morning. The stotm socuied steadily increasing, ani tho booming of the sea on tho rocks was deafening, An unaccoantable feeling of depression woighed on Sybil.s spirits—i creeping feeling of hciror that no effort could shake off. Sho strove to rouse herself, but in vain, A nameless terror had clukned hor heart and would not relax its hold.

And so tho hours woro on and iridmght approached' Tho firo on the hearth was burning low,casting shadows through the gloomy room. Aunt Moll lay in that deep doathliko sleep which only thoso of her raco enjoy, and hcrdcop breathing sounded through the room, Exhausted with the excitement of the storm, and her own thoufhts, Sybil tosoand prepared herself for bed—hoping to lose in sleep the strango feeling that wus overpowering her, She lay dowD, but she wooed the drowsy god in vain. Sleep would not como at her call, A deithliko silonco reigned within the old house, whilo the storm without wjs still sullouly grumbling, It was near midnight, and Sybil lay with her liands clasped ovor her forehead, when suddenly sho hoard the front door burst violently open, and through tho silent house arose tho wild, appalling shriek of "Murder!'

A low sullen rumbling, thohornld of the coming Btorm was heard, and largo, heavy drops of rain fill pattering on tho thwart. 11 Lot' sakea 1 of the squall comes now, we'll go to the bottom for sart'n I" suid Carl, pulling with the cnorgy of desperation, until the perspiration stood in great globules on his brow. But the storm held up a low moments longer, and Carl uttered a yoll of triumph as he shot into a little natural harbour immediately bolow tho Lodge, " Let tho storm come!" ho cried, waving his cap in exultation. " Wo'ro all light as a trivet now." Safe and sheltered as it was in the littlo cove, the boat quivered for an instant, like a reed in tho blast before the first furious crash of the storm, But Carl, bending before ihe furious gale, drove his stanch little craft ashore in triumph, and sprang out, followed by Sybil. Tho rain was falling heavily, and tho wind blew so furiously that for a moment she shrank back, and was forced to grasp a projecting rock to prevent herself from being blown backward. The next instant she shook tho rain from hor dripping locks and sprang up the rocks, with the tearless agility of a mountain kid, until she stood at the door of Campbell's Lodge. All tho front of tho houso win dark and cbeprless. Pushing open tho hall door, Sybil, accustomed to tho way from earliest sbildbood, pasoed through tho hall to tho door of the kitohon. Tho very chimneys shook as though they would fall t>nd anninilate thorn, when Sybil opened tho door, and, wot dripping like a mermaid rising from tho sea foam, stood before her two astonished seryants. Thoro was a bright lire roaring cheerily up the wido chimnoy, for summer or winter, Aunt Moil insisted on having a lire. And over this the affrighted old woman crouched. Lein, little less alarmed, sat in a remoto comer, keeping bis eyes tigbtly shut, to exclude tho blinding glaro of tho vivid flashes of lightning, At tho suddon and startling oponing of the door, both looked up, and beheld their young mistress, whom thoy supposed safoot the parsonage, standing beforo them, Aunt Moll uttorod a piercing shriek, and, springing to her feet, rushed oyer and threw herself into Lem'sarms, with theory: " Ab, ii's a g'os' 1 it's a g'os' I Oh, Lorn I BDDO yer poor, 010 muddor I It's our young misßus' g'os' I" And, terror-stricken, Aunt Moll to Lorn, who stood, unable to spoak, his teoth chattering with terror. The scene was so ridiculous that Sybil could scarcely refrain from laughter. 11 At this, Aunt Moll ceased hor shrieks, and looked up, and Lem looked at her in utter bewilderment, "It's our young Miss Sybil herself," venturod Lem, at last. "Why, of conrso it is," said Sybil, as soon as slid could u :.li lor laughter. " Come, Aunt Moll, I'm no more of a ghost than vou oro yourself, Don's look so terribly afraid of me." " Miss Sybil, is it you ?" said Aunt Moll, beginning cautiously to approach, and eyeing hor askance, " Well, I 'dare to gracious, of I didn't t'ink 'twas your g'os', Miss Sybil," said Aunt Moll, drawing a doop breath. " What could take you out sich a stormy night ?" "Carl Houloy's boat brought mo hore: Igwnnted to sco you and Loin, Aunt Moll, And now, Lem, go and make a firo in my bedroom to air it; I am going to stay hero all night." 11 B'ptct you'll have to. Should liko to know who could go out ag'in dis night, Oh Lor' a massy sakes I just listen to dnt, will yer?" said Aunt Moll, trembling and shrinking, as another furious blast mado the old house shake. "Y"s, it's a torriblo night," said Sybil An' now honoy, when do liro's made in your roou:, yer must go up and tako off'u "«r wet clothes. An' I'll get yer supper, "causo yer uW be hungry," said Aunt Moll, aoproaching the firepko, But at that instant a vivid Hash of lightning bluzed down the chimney, and old Moll sprang back, with a yell. "Oh Lor' I who obber did soo do liko o' dat? S'pectitt'oughtithadmedat timo, but I ain't cotchctl yet!" said tho old woman.

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"Oh, don'l mind, Auut Moll; I do not caro for anything" said Sybil;" and hero comes Leni, so I will go to my room." " Oh, Miss Sybil, may I go, too P 'Deed an' 'deed, lia '(oared to stay bore I" said Auofc Moll, in tremblinc tones,

" Certainly, Aunt Moll; if you think you will bo any safer with me, you aro wclcouio to come. But your trust should bo placod in a Highor Power. He who rules tho atorin can alone help you," said Sybil, gravely. 11 Yes, Miss Sybil, I knows all dat, aii' I does trua' in Providence; but'pears liko I'd feel eafor ol I waß with you. Soeuis likede d an (jor wouldn't bo bo noar," snid Aunt Moll. •' Verv woll; come, then," said Sybil, And Aunt Moll lit a candle and preceded Sybil through the hall and up the police! oaken stairs at a ihuffllng trot-

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