|Chapter Number||THE LAST,-Continued|
|Newspaper Title||The Daily News (Perth, WA : 1882 - 1950)|
|Trove Title||An Astounding Marriage|
AN ASTOUNDING MARRIAGE.
BY A CORALIE STANTION, Author of 'A Jealous Woman's Plot.' 'The Other Woman,' His Enemy's Hand.'
CHAPTER THE LAST.—Continued
'Oh, for no particular reason,' he said, with a laugh, in which she thought phe detected an unknown quantity. , She poud'ei'od over hia word's, and .they woke vnguo, uneasy thought® dai her mind. She watched him. unob .trusdvoly, and 'iiotiood the pallor in his face, the unwniml frequency of life atraiuro, brilliant amilo.
'I'd aooins as if ho Avunted to ranko th© best of ewryouo and everything to JJight,' aho remised, 'Perhaps h© b go jng away.' She shuddere-d suddenly. Away? Whithor? On a long journey, porhaipsi Why wna she ri'lled with a sense of ugly foreboding1? She slipped behind a cur tain. Doiigkts Audain and Philip were wail king towards the spot where slio stood. 'I have everything ready,' Audain tfnid, in a low voti'eo, - ? ? -1- ?'?? ' 'Good!' hear brother answered. 'The tide k low. It iia just midnight, A't 2 o'clock,' Audnin nodded. 'Tliaib will do,' ho saad. And tihey moved off, not before Olga's s'hai'p ears Jiad oaughb the word 'Midd'lokercjue,' . 'Is it aji o-Xpedition they are plan ning?' uho wondered. She danced on, almost forgel'ting t/ho whiiBNoivd conver so,tion. Then, at 1 o'clock, she looked round, and saw that her brother had disappeared. 'Two o'clock. Tho tide j|a low. Middlekerquol' flaalied through hor anind. Fool tlmtsho had been I She ?understood now. She elbowed her way through the cvowd into tho vesltibul'e, seized her teloalc, and a few minutes Inter she had reached tho Audaans' hotel. The ai3tonJ«he-r porter told her the jauiaiber of Mitsa AudadWa room, She
rushed upstairs, and! knocked; with 'feverish fingora. 'Let mo in!' isho cavied. And burst into the room, almost throwing the girl to her ktneea. Mary recogni'sod hea* at onoo, and the curiosity -m her face hardened 'to oold displeasure. 'Whore is your brother?' Olga oried. 'I don't know,' tthia girl laaid. 'I oanlnot underatand what it matters to youi' 'There is no time to lose,' tho prlnv icesa weulb on. 'My brother afod youra ftro going to fight I' 'Your Wthor?' Marv said. 'Yes, my brother, Philip Menzies. I a.m O'lga Yusaag, his siister. Never mind that ', get some clothes oto at once. .You must stop them. Dt must bo on tweount of you!' 'Ho is your brother?' Maay reneated me'eihando'ally. And a light leaped into
tier eyee xnau tola ma prmoess mat u bloodshed could I . aveiled, her plan would haveeuoceqded beyo'ud her wildest dreams. 'Como at onoe!' O'lga oriod. 'We ii-ust run if we want to b© in time, I*t ia to bo somewhere between this and Middlekerque, and the time ia 2 o'clock!' She. au'atiohed up a dark cloak, and threw ifc over Mary's hastily-donmed garments. Ten minutes later 'they wero rushing along the sands beyond the town. They must have .'reversed a distance of over two miles in perfect, sitraited silence, when the mocra suddenly peeped out from behind a oloud and sent a long line of silver radiance in front of them. A sight mot their anxious eyeia that they never forgot. A few hundred yards ahead of them two black figurea stood silhouetted against the white «ands and sullen aky. Even aa thoy looked, aghast, a report rang out, accompanied by a bright flash. Wilth am agonised shriek Maay rushed forward, and her brother, who was utand ing by the side of the strange debtor they had brought with them, turned and recognised hor. 'Aiaiy,' heeded, 'lie fired in the air!' The doctor was kneeling over the prostrate body of Philip Menziea, stop ping tho flow of blood from a wound in his head. . With a moan, Mary threw herself on the still, holplesa figure. 'He is my husband!' she cried. 'Philip, my love it ia I, your wife!' Them she, too, fairited. She did not see the smile that trans figured his fnee as ho opened his eyes and found strength to murmur s 'Mary, wais that your voice?' The wound wa« not very severe, In a wetok Philip was on the high-road to recovery, 'Phil,' Mary whispered during' Itheir iirst interview, 'I will never speak of i't again; but tell me — why did you fire in the air?' 'Child,', he said, with a look in his eycta that made her drop hera, 'do you ?think I could have touched your bro ther? Besides what was life to mo? I thought I should serve you best so. Thia isioratch dear, is the besib thing Douglas ever gave me, for it taught you that, after all, you oared a little.' 'More than for anything else en earth,' she whispered. Ne'edloss to suy, it waia long before Douglas came to look upon the duel in thia somewhat sentimental light. A fortnight later they were married quietly in Paris/ naid it would have biui hard toiaay who was thp-happiesb — ;he lovora who had found, f'aoh.o^her, or Douglas, who, besides rejoicing *t his sistor'ia happiness,' had 'regained his fvioad, ?? ' , , .-,??' 'My dear Irmaj' Maiy wrote from Cairo, 'Are-yoii as happy na I nm, 1 wonder? When, we meet in, the spring we will compare notes. . .? . Doug las joins iis neslb week. Ho is the .last of the 'Misanthropes,' I believe he v ill remain one. , He says women are all right — as statera, Our love to you both. — Your loving and grateful — Mary Menzies.' The End.
! ' ? ? '? A patent has been gimnted in Ger many for a new method of writing ou glass by the use of an aluminium point. Tho glaisa which is to Ce written --\\ :b firab moistened with vinegar, and the writing, design, or drawing made with tho paint, Fine particles of aluminium adhere to tho glass, which1, when dry sho'^a tho markings in silvery lines that canmot be removed by friction or ex jwgura to tko air,