Chambers's journal of popular literature, science, and art, fifth series, no. 119, vol. III, April 4, 1886Various
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Chambers's journal of popular literature, science, and art, fifth series, no. 119, vol. III, April 4, 1886
Various
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I obeyed Miss Cleabyrn’s injunction not to follow her, though I wished
to restore the watch and chain she had left with me; but I strained
my gaze in the direction she had taken. In the continued bellowing of
the wind and through the driving rain, it was difficult to hear or
see anything, even when close at hand; yet I fancied I could hear her
footsteps, as she reached the lane which was at the foot of the railway
bank, and could see her.—Yes! again I heard footsteps; but surely they
were not hers; and the vague, shadowy glimpse of a form I obtained was
not Beatrice Cleabyrn, and—I might be confused by the rain; but if not,
there were _two_ others.
It was in vain to strain my sight any longer; I could see and hear no
more, so I returned to my duties; and in the morning I might almost
have persuaded myself that all had been a dream, but for the presence
of the articles which Miss Cleabyrn had left with me.
I felt at liberty, and indeed felt bound to take my mother into the
secret, as her house would probably be the place of refuge for the
captain; but I did not tell her all I have now said. She was not
informed of what I well knew was the true reason for Miss Cleabyrn
seeking me out and intrusting me with so dangerous a secret.
The old lady, who was a confirmed student of the newspaper, and had
long been interested in the fate and fortunes of the captain, was glad
to have the chance of being of service to him, and arranged at once
where he should sleep. We had not much choice, our cottage being but of
four rooms.
My mate told me, when I went on duty, that it was rumoured at the
_Chequers_ that Captain Laurenston was in the neighbourhood for
certain, and would be caught, worse luck! It was impossible that he
could get away, there was such a lot on the lookout for him. I returned
some indifferent answer, for, of course, I could not tell him how
terribly I could have corroborated his tale. I could, however, and did,
echo his last wish at leaving, that the officer might beat all his
enemies.
It was again a soaking wet night; the wind had gone down, so that
the rain did not drive as on the previous day, and there was no
violence in the downpour, but it was steady and drenching enough. The
usual passenger and goods trains had passed, and I grew nervous with
expectancy. No idea had been given me as to when Captain Laurenston
would make his appearance; but I could not help thinking it would be
about the same time as my visitor had come on the previous evening; and
I was right.
I took the precaution to turn my lamp down a little, so as to diminish
the light; for there was no knowing what eyes might be on the watch,
and I was standing at the entrance to my hut, striving to pierce the
darkness, when I was startled by two figures coming suddenly before me.
I knew them. They entered, and I closed the door.
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