Beautiful Rienzi; or, The secret vendetta — page 189: what you’re looking at

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184 BEAUTIFUL RIENZI. tendant: man with long, grizzled hair; dark eyes; slouch hat; name Ralph Morecombe. Brown horse, white feet; dark green buggy, brown hinges. <A murder has been attempted; results unknown.” “TVANILLA RiIENZI.” This I addressed to my father and sealed. I thrust my hand into my pocket, but found I had not my purse. ‘‘T have no money, Mf. Stanton; lend me some?” ‘Certainly, Miss Rienzi.” Again he hurried off, and soon came back with a couple of notes, just as one of the servants rode round to the front on a tall, sinewy roadster. «Tt isfour o’clock now; tell him he will win twenty dol- ats if hesends off the message before ,three-quarters of an our.” | Stanton flung himself down stairs, and in one minute the messenger was cantering off at his best pace. <¢ Now do tell me what’s up,” said the good-natured land- lord, puffing up to me again. ‘‘ Something extra must have happened, for your coachman rode past here like the mis- chief a spell ago.” “He was going for the doctor.” ‘‘Lord love you, how unfortunate! I could have told him, if he stopped when I hollered to him, that Dr. Whitney had gone on his Thursday’s circuit to Briarville, and won’t be back to-night; he never is.” “‘Where is Briarville?” ‘Full twelve miles off, t’other side of Cat’s Head, miss.” «They are lost, then! If there was achance, they have lost 16!” “« My dear Miss Rienzi, who is ill?” ‘‘ All I have at home—and they must die like dogs, with- out help! Oh—oh!” I darted out, determined to fly back to them. ‘‘ My dear young lady, wait till Mrs. Stanton gets a bon- net for you,” cried the landlord, entreatingly. I did not heed him, but advanced to the knot of youths at the gate; they parted in two groups, and left a passage for me; I walked through the midst of them, my mind un- conscious of them. There was a light carriage before Mr. Fernley’s door; a tall, white horse was pawing the hollow in the ground, and turning his arching neck every moment to whinny impa- tiently at the closed door. CORNUCG OOO S (©)