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( Copyright, A DARING GAME. I; By HARRIET LEWIS." Author of "The Secret of His History," "The k, Old Life's Shadows," "Sundered Hearts," I)arkwood, &c., CHAPTER XXXIX. NETA. STILL DBKAOT. The aoundt of active and hostile pursuit, froving every insfcant louder as the pursuer* seared Ke\vkt> temporary halting-place, startled the young '-gbira into renewed flight. She started up 1: k!) a wearied bird from its nest, and fiel onward through tangled shrubbery and erer outercpping,.boutoem, tripping now and then over some loose rock, which, at the touch .t her light tNt, went rumbling down the ideep mountain tile with a crash that rang in ber oars, frightening her to yet greater speed. She sped through thickets of the dwarfed "Mountain pines Mod firs, and over open and sterile patches of ground, where there were no tress nor friendly rocks to screjen her fiving figure, and the driullng Scotch mist fell around lier lik > a dueiy Toil, and the skies were gloomy above l.tr.and tlo air was keen with wintry chill. And still were Sortie to her ears, sometimes louder, somctirGfainter, the sounds of the barking of dogs ared the shouts of men. These sound. quickencd Neva a flagging steps, but i}¡ !XI" leI not oairan her pursuers. They were an her track, and sooner or later, unless she sonld outwit the.-a, or hide from them, they most recapture her. Her wild eyes searched the mountain side as the hurried on. There was no hole in the racks into which she might crecp and lie con- scaled until her enemies should have passed. The trees were too low and scraggy to offer her shelter among their few and scantily !oliaged branches. Her way was difficult and tortuous, and with a sudden change of purpose iHeva turned Mid" from her-eontse of skirting ihe mountain, and- plunged downward toward the mountain's baeft UI shall come 4iawn upon the side nearly opposite the loch, she thought. "At any rate, 1 have passed beyond the plateau." In the rourse-of ten minutes more, she struck jto a rude waggon track, which Neva conjec- tured led from the Wilderness to some farm- louse or hamlet upon the opposite side of the nountsin. She followed the cifeuitous, steep, and slowly descending- track, looking, as she tan, like some wild spirit of the mist. The sounds of pursu faded out of hearing, and again she sat down to rest, her limbs giving way beneath her. Her tongue was parched and swollen, and her blood surged through her frame still with that one gigantic throbbing and her feet ached with an utter weariness, ret she got up presently and staggered on, with fearing backward glauaea over her shoulders, and her eyes staring wildly from out the wet whiteness of her young face. "I can't keep on much longer," she murmured aloud. "I feel very strange and ill. Perhaps I shall die here—and alone. Oh, is there no help for me? No answer came to that piteous crv save the wailing of the winds among the pine boughs sad the dashing of the sleet-like rain in her fJoCe. She moved mora and more slowly. Her garments seemed strangely heavy to her, and her feet grew more and more like leaden clogg weighing her down to earth. A terrible despair on her. With a .00 prayer on her intuess like that of death upon her, leant against a low tree, clinging to it prevent herself from falling. As ber he* 5 auk forward wearily mpon ner breast, her losing eyes caught a felimps j through the tr es of an object at a little distance that lent to her for the moment an unreal strength and vigour, and she gave a great cry of joy, as hope surged back into bel jonng famting heart. Th-i object was only-a small cabin built of cooble&turies, a mere shepherd's but, perhaps, or, as Taa far more likely, it bad been built Long ago for, the ocoasionai use of belated sportsmen whoduins a its,? at the Wilderness found themselves lost upon the mountain. It Had a strong roef and a capacious chimney, Sut it exhibited no sign of habitation. Neva did ^t observe this fact, and pressed onward to the door of the cabin, which she opened without preliminary knocking. There was no one inwtht: cabin! Neva s heart sank as she made this discovery. (There was no «one here to whom she could appeal for protection. She hesitated whether t to^go on or to remain here, but her physical exhaustion decided the question. It was absolutely neewsary that ahe.bould rest, and she entered "-bumble dwelling and closed the door. The cabiacontained but a single room, with two closets attached, and but a single window. This was prodded with an inside shutter. There v.-as also a stout wooden bar and iron rests for its support, as a means of securing the door. Neva barred the door and shuttered the window, and then sank down in a confused heap upon the floor, listening with sharpened hearing for some sound of pursuit. Brr ahe heard none. Evidently her diver- gence from W first course had thrown her fflWIT ?r tr^' wild 3°y and gratitude JtUed faer sou But when its first flush was OWK, » chill like that of death again seized Bfwn her. Her teeth chattered, and strange r.beun-atic pains shot through her frania. She iftodk, too, M with an ague. The room was bare of furniture, but the g|*»t blackened hearth, with 9 few half-burnt ■t.cVa nnnn «♦ testifi-d tW CCUl6 person h.d lately spent, the night in the cabin. The door of Qn<t *>. We clbeets was open, and Neva could Se th,-tt there were faggots of wood stored within. She rots feebly, and brought out an sawful of wood, ,pijingit on the hearth. She stirred the ashes, in the hope of finding a living coal; and finding none, went back to the closet. Here, to her great joy, she found a tin box half-filled with matches hanging against the In three minutes more she had a glorious Rro on the hearth, crackling and blazing and flaming cheerily, and the girl's heart leaped up at tbeBsight of those dancing flames. She sank down upon the hearth, her hands held out to the genial blaze, her pale wiia facc .ookiuj; strangely weird- and lovely in the red glow, and the steaiA rising from her wet. garments like a thick mist. A delicious sense of rest pervaded her frame, and the rheumatic pain* disappeared before the penetrating heat of the great fire. But a terrible aense of weakness remained. Her prison fare 9f bread and water and her lack of exercise, during her dreary days of confinement at the Wilderness^had told seriously upon her strength, She began to fear that she could go no further, and a great hunger began to assail her, seeming like a vulture tearing at her vitals. Impelled by a vague hope that there might be food in the dwelling, she went to the seconci sulall eioset. It was filled with empty shelves. In one corner an old torn basket had been carelessly thrown. Neva examined the basket, and discovered in it a small black bottle, with a few drops of HighjUwd whiskey in it, but there was no food. Bhe drank the whiskey, aad crouched- down again upon the hearth, weary and worn, and a little later a merciful stupor euwrapped her lenaes-the stupor of a deathlike sleep, such as utter exhaustion sopietimes produces. It seemed to her that she had slept but a minute, but really she had slept for hours, when she was awakened by a load beating upon the cabm door. She started up. broad awake- *id stood in an attitude of flight, her head bent towards the door. "I sav she's in here. she heard a voice orying loudly—a voioe which she recognised with a thrill of terror as the voice of Craven Black' "We've scoured the mountain on this side, and have not found her. She must have taken refuge in this unused cabin. Miss Wynde! MiaeNevaf" .1 Neva was still as death. She scareely dared lo breathe. Again Craven Black beat furiously upon the in the. door! "he shouted- 1' Hero, one ot you saTiofs, Bring trior %01 OT WOOQ vonder, and we'll see who has barred this door on the inside. The log of wood Quick Neva stared aroond her with wild, frightened Them we& ma outlet from the cabin save through, the doo^ or window, and these were side by side, and both commanded by her enemies. With a terrible despair she crouched agqin 8D the hearth, her head still bent towards the floor. MW< H make a battering-ram of the log,- said Craven Black. "So Now the four of u. will break the door in a second. Guard tht door, roen, while I go in. v Keep out those sheep dogs. They act H ke. wolvesi. Now I There was a combined assault upon the door. It trembled and creaked, and one of the iron rests in the wall, unable to resist the pressure brought to bear upon it, gave way, bursting from its socket. The wooden bar dropped to the floor, and the door was burst open so violently and so suddenly that Craven Black came flying into the room like some projectile hurled from a mortar. He gave. a yell of triumph at sight of the slender crouching figure on the hearth. "Here she is, boys » he cried. "We've found ber! Poof creature She is still in the delirium of the fever, as I told you. How wild she looks I The sailors stood without the door, half- careless, half-pitying. Craven Black had told them that his wife's step-daughter was ill, and had fled from the Wilderness in the delirium of fever, and they saw nothing in Neva's appearance to contradict the statement. For the young girl sprang to her feet, and retreated from Craven Black with both hands upraised, the palms turned outward, and her wild face full of horror and loathing. Her eyes were unnaturally bright, and her cheeks and lips were tinted with vivid carmine. Even Craven Black was alarmed at her appearance, and was calmed into instant gentleness. "My poor Neva!he cried. "I am come to take you home." "1 will not go!" cried the girl, her red- brown eyes flashing. "0 God, am I utterly forsaken and abandoned to my enemies ? "You bear her ?" exclaimed Black. "Poor thing! she needs her step-mother's tender care and[ nursing. We brought her up to the Wilderness, hoping that the change would cure her propensity to these paroxysms. Come, Neva. Your stepmother is very anxious about you, and the whole household is alarmed." "Let me die here," said Neva, her sweet young voice rising to a wail. "Oh, men, have you no pity for me ? Can you not see that Craven Black is my enemy? Will you not protect me, and set me free ? In the name of mercy-" Hear her 1 said the sailor who had acted as captain of the yacht, speaking in an audible whisper. < As mad as a March har.and so young, too I Clearly there was no help to be expected from the sailors. Neva retreated to the further corner, as a helpless mouse retreats to a corner of the trap, and Craven Black followed her. There was a brf struggle, and Neva was again a captive. We must take turns in carrying her home," said Craven Black, pinioning Neva's arm. to er sides.; It'll be ough job up the steep mountain path, but we an do it." (I It's no great task," said one of the seamen. bhe eanit weigh much. She's fell away since she came ito Scotland, and she can't be heavier nor a child of ten." Craven Black caught up the girl's light figure, and bore her from the cabin, the men following. He strode up the ateep bill, holding Neva fiercely to his breut, and now and then he looked down upon her still white face with an expression singularly tnad. up of love and hatred. Yes, although he had married Ladv Wynde from motives of interest, and because, as he had said to himself, a half-loaf of bread was better than none at all, his old love for Neva W;%s not dead in his guilty breast. It was a strange passion, growing hot and cold by torn* now verging towards Latred, and now reviving to its olden strength. As he gathered the girl in his arms, and went up the hill with her at long, fierce strides, he said to himself that there wao no crime at which he would pause, no obstacle which he would not sweep from his path, it the heiress of Hawkhurst would only promise to marry him on the attainment of his freedom. U NeTa I n he whispered. The young girl raised her eyes to his with such a look of loathing and detestation that his love for her changed suddenly again to hatred. He knew in that moment that the guilty scheme he had just conceived was only a vain fancy, and that Neva could never be induced under any circumstances to marry him. "I'm tired, captain," he said abruptly. "You can carry her." The captain took the helpless burden and went on, Black keeping at his side. In this manner, taking turns in carrying the young captive, the party returned to the Wilder- now. The mist was still falling when they came upon the plateau, but Mrs. Black stood out upoa the lawn, her head bare, her morning robe saturated with wet. and her face worn and haggard with anxiety. There WJ8 great dark circles under her hard black eyes, and her mouth was compressed, and there were deep lines about it that added ten years to her apparent age. What she had suffered that day from fear of exposure through her injurail step- daughter her face declared, but .h.. hid known less of remorse than of an; v'nension and terror. Behind Oct»rii, upon the porch, and com- fortably wrapped in a waterproof cloak, stood airs. Artress. Both had thus been watching nearly all the day for the return of the pursuers, and it was now three 'clock of the Wternoon, and the dusk was rapidly falling. "They've come! They've come!" cried Octavia Black hysterically. "Thev are alone— no! they have got, the girl! We are safe—safe I She casne running to meet her husband, wka was now in advance of his men. Craven Black briefly informed his wife how and where he had found Neva, and at the porch he took the cap- his o-Tra arm,, dismissing the three men to the yacht. He carried Neva to her own room, where Celeste was busy at the moment. and he unloosed the cord confining the- girl: arms, setting her free. There was a wood fire blazing on the dearth. J>eva, paying no heed to her enemies, crouched down before it. "Leave her to herself," said Craven Black. ♦'Celeste, you may remain to undress your young lady." "I will undress myself," interposed Neva, ia a low, weary voice. I want to be alone." "Celeste had better undress Octavia," ex- claimed Mrs. Artress abruptly. Octav» has acted like some cowardly, frightened child all day, Craven. She has stood oil the lawn bare- headed, in the mist, until she is wet to the- skin, and has a fearful cold. She is nearly 11!- i I will have hot drinks prepared immediately, j said Craven Black. Octavia, you must take: ba-h. Celeste, bring a hot bath to Miss Wynde. He led the way from the room, the ethers following. Celeste looked Neva's door, putting the key in her pocket. Octavia went to her own room, coughing dismally. Do you hear that ? demanded Mrs. Artress, stopping Craven Black in the hall. "Exercise has prevented any serious harm to Miss Wynde from to-day's exposure but Octavia has taken a fearful cold. You'd better nurse her care- fully. In your desire to get ten thousand a vear more, don't throw.away the four thousand you already have. Remember, if Octavia should die, you and I would be beggars! 44 What an infernal croaker you are I laid Black angrily. "It isn't necessary to twit me with my poverty! As to Octavia, if 8h. foolish enough to stand out in a chilling mist out of sheer cowardice, let her cure herself! I am cold and hungry, and I intend to take care of myself." He proceeded to do so, ministering to his own wants with assiduity. The .Frenchwoman brought in a hot bath to Neva, and a bowl of steaming hot whiskey punch, then hastening away to attend upon her mistress. Neya took her bath, changed her wet garments for dry onea, drank her punch, and wft& £ Jto bed. A free, poropirst on was induced, And the hlver tliat liad thfoatened liar subotled. her pulse beat evenly, and her brain grew cool. She went to sleep, and did not awaken until late in the evening. When she opened her eyes. Mb. Artresa was standing at her bedside, feeling her pulse. How do you feel ? demanded the woman, her ashen eyes surveying the girl insolently. "I am quite well—only tired." Only tired 1 echoed Mrs. Artress. Only tired-after all the trouble you've made us to- day Octavia is downright ill. You won't get another opportunity to repeat your proceedings of this morning, my fine young lady Celeste is with me, and hereafter we two shall call upon you together. Octavia was foolish to come in here alone, but she did not know you so well this morning as she does now. We have brought you up a hot supper, by Craven's orders, but in the morning you go back to the bread and water diet, if y&u choose to remain obstinate." Celeste was standing at the foot of the bed, and now wheeled forward a small table, on which were lighted candles and a large tray of food. This done, Mrs. Artress and the French- woman went out together, locking the door behind them. Neva sat up in bed, leaning against her pillows, and looked hungrily at the tray. There was a pot of steaming coffee, a plate of buttered hot scones, a dish filled with daintily broiled birds on toast,-a dish of baked fish, and a basket filled with oranges, apples and grapes. Neva thought she Lad never beheld a meal so tempting in her life, and surely she had never been so famished. Craven Black bad feared the result of her day's exposure on the bleak mountain to the chilling mist upon her weak- ened frame, and had sent her strengthening food more from policy than pity. It Was not to his interest that she should die. Neva ate her dinner, or supper, as it might more properly be termed, and concealed the remnants of fowl in her trunk. It was well she did so, for the next morning Celeste brought to her only a meagre supply of bread and water. The remains of the vrildfowl and of the whiskey punch, however, were produced by the young girl when alone, and gave her the sus- tenance she needed. L Her limbs were somewhat stiff upon the day after her adventure on the mountain, but this stiffness wore off gradually, leaving her 43 well as ever. Her diet continued meagre in the extreme. no change being afforded her from bread and water. Mr". Artress and Celeste came to her once a day with food, Craven Black remaining in the ante-room during their visit, as a guard against another possible attempt at escape on the part of the young captive. A week passed in this manner, before Octavia clack came again to Neva's room. But what a change in her that week had wrought' She had grown thin, and her features were worn to sharpness. A red flush burnt fitfully on her cheeks, and her hard black eyes were strangely glittering. She had lost many of the graces that had distinguished her, and looked what whe "-as-a bold, unscrupulous, unprincipled Ionian. Nqva could not particularise in what zier charms of person and manner had lain, bnt tholle charms were now gone. She looked ten years older than her age, and coughed like a consumptive. What have you to say to-day, Neva ?" asked Octavia, in tt hoarse voice. "Nothing," said Neva calmly. "You have put us to terrible trouble; you have given me a horrible cold and cough; and yet you sit here as obstinate as if you were a princess and we were your subjects. Will nothing subdue your proud spirit ? Will nothing bend your haughty will ? Do you like bread and water and close confinement so well that you prefer them to a marriage with a handsome young man who adores you f L "I prefer them to perjuring myself, madam, said Neva bravely. "I prefer a brief imprisonment to a lifetime of sorrow and re- pining. "A brief imprisonment!" repeated Octavia. It won t be so brief as you think. We are going to £.;ü: here all winter, if necessary, to subdue you. We have entered on a path from I which there is no turning back. The winters, I am told, are fearful in these wild highlands. We snail soon be shut in with snows and awful winds. Your lover can never trace you here, and if be could be would not be able to reach the Wilderness in the dead of winter. We shall have a dismal winter-you especially. What do you say, LXeva and her tone grew anxiou& "Will you Yield "Never! said Neva quietly. "I am no child to be frightened by cold, and I am not so fond of the pleasures of the table as to seU my soul for them. I will live here till I die of old age before I will yield!" Octavia Black'* face darkened with an awfal shadow. She dreaded the terrible Highland winter; and a strange, terror, for which she could not account, held possession of her soul night and day. But, as- she had said, she had entered on a path from which there was no turning back. Neva mint yield sooner ox later, she said to herself, even if compelled to vield through physical weakness. 6, Very well, then," said Mrs. Black, rising. We will make preparations to spend the winter here. Craven wl- go 10 inverness in I the yacht .n uay this week, and purchase stores for our use during the cold season. We need blankets, and food of every description. If yon should decide to go to Inverness with him, as the promised bride of T?nfu? Biicu you have only to let me Vr.r/„ before he sails?" locked the door, giving the key to Celeste, who waited i. the- outer room. CHAPTER XL. MORK TKOUBLK THB HIUBCAKim. Upon the afternoon of the same day on which occurred the int ,view between Octavia Blaok and young Neva Wynde,. as detailed at the conclusion of the preceding chapter, Lally Bird, attended by Alm. Peters, arrived at Inver- ness, having come from London by easy stages. It was a week after Neva's wild flight among the mountains of Ross-shire, but a fine, thick rain, like that through which Neva had so fruitlessly wandered, was falling like a dusky pall. The sky was dark and frowning, the air was chill and heavy, and the streets were dismal with the rain. There was no carriage in waiting to convey the travellers to their destination, and they entered a cab and were conveyed to the Cale- donian Hotel, where they passed t})e night. The next morning the mist was still falling thickly, in a dreary, drizzling, listless fashion, as if it never intended to leave off. Lally looked out of her sitting-room window into the gtoomy street., and said 0 't was a foolish idea to come to Scotland, and so far north too, at this season. i, ]"' wanted to come." M™ p T the tfe9t thin« W0 couId do," said in r ?n were 3uat"p™ng to death m that great London house,,Miss Lally." »ar. "R We remained there 1 might have seen Rufus agani, perhaps" wid the girl regretfully. -How shocked he seemed at be- holding me 1 He star? d at me as at a ghost. 1 suppose he has long ago ceased to love me. He loves another now. And v«t Mrs. Peters for the sake of the dear old da>3 S» I was all the world to him, he might have followed me to the carriage-he might have traced us home. n "I told him that you were a poor governess, miss," said Peters, who had not informed her Sting mistress oi Rufus Black's visit to ount Street, having conceived a cordial dislike, to Lally's young husband. 11 1" raps the young gentleman had to go back te his heiress that be is engaged to marry ? Surely, Miss Lally, you wouldn't take him, back—and he engaged to another lady ? Lally's brown cheek flushed, and a sudden light, leaped to her black eyes. "Don't ask me, Peters," she said softly. "He was not so much to blame as you think. His father forced him to give me-up. He's only a boy, Peters, and this is his birthday. He is twenty-one to-day. How he used to talk of his birtnday, quite as if he were a lord, and expected to come into ft property upon this day. He was weak and cowardly, but you could soa how he bad suffered, Peters. He will •eyrr this^ beautiful and grand young lady, a

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