Show STO STORM RM MUSIC By B Y Dornford Yates Votes 0 Copyright ht br by Minton Batch Balch Co r. r CHAPTER XII XII Continued Continued 17 17 17 A letter from the of YorIck Yorick Ick afforded us Infinite pleasure and deserves to be he set out In n full Dear Helena I hope you are very well I am amnot amnot amnot not at Yorick because I was bitten by a mad dog Jos og and a II good tone brought me straight here 1 would like to thank him for tor that He Ho saved caved cd my life lite you know Fancy A mad dog worrying me mc I think I must just have gone cone out for tor a walk or something and then It Just upon me and worried me and I knew no moar monr And this thie la le the only one place that I could have been saved caved from rom going coin mad It makes you got Kot ot hot all over By the way Im I'm ort oft liquor Alcohol I mean They make me heeling drinks here with virtue in them and I fairly lapp them up And the wounds wound's heeling like a little little lit lit- tle tIe child They say lay liquors liquor's very dangerous for tor I nearly died you know All AU the wile wHo the good were taking me to the monastery It was touch and go moar than once The madness was In my vanes It makes you go BO hot But Im I'm all right now They say cay I can get set up for a II little tittle wile on Sunday and look at the flours I shall hall like that I see eee the of life Ufe now all right There Is a II good y monk here called Father Bernard Of course they are all aU good but buthe buthe he be la to tho the best He says all aU Is III yan- yan and that the pumps pumpe of the world are void You know there's theres a lot In to that Well I must end now But I thought you might wunder where I was What a escape Fancy a mad dog like that ranging about sea leaking whom he might I tell you I r hadn't a chance He just seeped upon me their ta-n ta fangs Tanga I can caD see lIeo It now Your loving brother VALENTINE P P. P S 9 S. S I What about Faning I rather hope hes he's gone Jone If It not DOt perhaps you i could fire him out He swore Spencer Spencer Spen Spen- Spencer I was your evil genie but I thought Spencer had a good eye Sour Bour grapes I guess I 1 suppose you i knew what you were doing doln The reformation this letter foreshadowed foreshadowed fore fore- shadowed was more than we could believe but I am bound to record that it was fairly fulfilled The shock or the fear of death or perhaps per ba haps hags s. s his curious communion with that honest and kindly fellowship of or simple souls wrought In the count an astonishing change of ot heart The weeds that had choked his bis qualities withered and died and j though I was most apprehensive of ot I our relation 24 29 hours hours' acquaintance acquaint acquaint- I ance had made us the best of ot friends His postscript brings me to Pharaoh Pha Of Ot that unconscionable scoundrel I 1 have but little to say That the theman theman man Dlan was Wl most swift and daring I Ii i cannot deny but I think that his deadly reputation was vas to him the hl highwayman's mare marc Carefully fed ted and cherished It was this that carried him Into and ant out ut of ot enga engagements engagements en en- ga without a scratch but when at last he was standing upon his own feet even I was able to show that I If f his eye ye was quicker at least his spine was as ns brittle as that of another man For all that he was bold and efficient efficient and and something IDt more Ill served dogged b by misfortune he nevertheless len com com- trl almost to wring a victory out of ot defeat So far tar as ns I know he only made one mistake mistake and und that w was g to kill young yoong Florin so far ar as T know v. he had but one slice of ot luck and and that was on binding Helena to find that she had bad In hor nor hand her master key The portrait my cousin had painted paint paint- ed will always rank for or me as one of ot the greatest triumphs a 8 painter ever eer achieved ed This Is 19 not because he had rendered a n beautiful likeness likeness likeness like like- ness nor yet because he had captured captured cap cap- the leaping spirit that lived In the lovely ely flesh but because he had marked as I had that the precious precious precious pre pre- cious ea eager er look took teas Gas out of ot his subjects subject's subjects subject's sub sub- je ts face and had painted It In to from memory out of a grateful heart Though my life Ute Is secure and happy be beyond belief the events of ot those terrible days are cut In stone upon my mind But I would not forget forget for for- or- or get them If It I could for out o of their wrack and turmoil I won my beautiful beau benu wife Often Orten and often I read rend their grim Inscription and gaze at atthe atthe atthe the riotous pageant which this calls caUs up I see that dreadful labor down downIn In the sparkling dell and Dewdrop finger Hager the paper that I let fall taU I tread The Reaping Hooks Hook's stairs and I hear hear hear-as as I shall shaH hear to my dying dring day the day the deadly voice of Pharaoh Pharaoh Pha Pha- behind the door I see him enter the room with Valentines Valentine's hand upon his shoulder and I hear him whistling fo for Sabre with my heart In to my mouth I hear bear th the tho f I rf r rJ rl J l 11 Together Saving Each Other We Rode Out That Frightful Storm Carlotta coming with the rush of ot ofa ota a mighty wind and I hear henr the cough of ot the Rolls RoUs as her engine failed Called I hear Rush plying Bugle to make my blood run cold I hear Pharaoh bullying Freda Freda and andI I see the flame of ot the pistol that saved sa his life Ute i 1 I. see the awful change In my darlings darling's face and 1 I turn to o see Pharaoh smiling behind m my back I smell the fragrance of ot the valley that knew no sun and anil anilI andI I see her stricken and trembling In Pharaohs Pharaoh's power and I hear the roar of ot our OUt pistols and I see the theman theman theman man spent with hatred staring Into my eyes It Is written Out Oot of or the eater came carne forth Corth meat I can only say 1 T have found this saying most true The goddess Aphrodite rose from the foam o of the sea but Helena Spencer came out of ot the wrath ota of ot ofa a tempest that had risen to smite us both Together saving each other we rode out that frightful storm the storm the remembrance of ot which Is not grievous for our desperately perilous passage side by side has bound us more closely together than the sharing o o. o of any ony joys joy ITHE THE END |