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oie de mescie.. 2) so ras The man turned; he was a country rustic, who took off his hat to the gentry and made a clumsy bow before he answered: “I dunno, zur; but there be leddies in yon coach, and t ‘orses ha’ bro-ak mad loike and runned away and mouth o’ Hell Pit it be open, zur, and ig But they heard no more. With a cry of horror, Trey- annance spurred his horse madly on, shouting, frantically: “lt is Lady Clydesmore’s pony-phaeton, and Hell Pit shaft is open, and For heaven’s sake, ride for your lives!” iis last words came wafted on the wind; he was far ahead already. He knew what the man’s words meant; the old, disused mining-ground lay straight before them, and sudden death held reign there. They followed him as rapidly as they could, but his herse flew like the wind. Ahead, the raging ponies tore on their way straight to that awful place. “Oh, God, it is too late!’ Lord Clydesmore gasped, sick and dizzy with horror. “And Beatrice is there!” The strong man closed his eyes for an instant, faint as a woman on the verge of swooning. A great shout aroused him. He spurred his charger _ furiously on, and there stood Vivian Trevannance at the horses’ heads. He had hurled himself off his own ani- mal, and like lightning grasped the ponies’ heads, at the © risk of almost certain trampling to death. They were on the very verge of the old, disused shaft. He held them in his mighty grasp, while they tore and plunged and reared and almost dragged his arms from their sockets. but it was only for five seconds; the other men were upon them, and they were mastered. Trevannance, with his hands all torn and bleeding, was the first to approach the phaeton. The Countess of Clon- tarf lay back in a dead swoon; but the high courage of Lord Clydesmore’s wife had upheld her through all. She was pale as death, but as still. aaa “My darling!’ her husband cried. “Oh, Beatrice! my love! my wife!” | She held out her arms to him with an hysterical sob, and he lifted her from the carriage. Trevannance did the same for Lady Clontarf, her husband looking quietly on. | . -_ ——e 7 3 (G(@) icboo <S.cO