The Elk advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Elk Co., Pa.) 186?-1868, 1868-08-01

dich whlris to earth that the giant treea
reel and bow, as if trying to elude the
grasp. It scars through the gorges and
passes over that lonely scene, whipping
the peaceful stream to foam till white
caps flecked. its surface, and it seems
itself onraged.
1t snaps the cid pines, and defently
breasts the rocks, detaches large stones,
and with deafening yells leaves them to
struggle down the banks, crashing,
bruising, and tearing themselves.
The wind abates not, as two figures
on the bridge stand in relief against the
night, one in the conscious strength OF
moral right, the other impotent in a
bad purpose--Rutherford and Granville
meet amid the elemental fury; and
though the wind stretches its fugers
through their locks, snatches their
hats beyond their reach, and twists
and toys with their coat skirts, yet they
heed it not; and Rutherford is glaring
into Granville's face, repeating over and
over:
"Takc it back! 1 heard you tell her
she was not wife 1t is o lie ! Take
it back %
And the answer comes:
"I will not She is not o wife !"
"Then, take that--and. that-and
that! !" and the blows fall heavily from
an aveuging hand.
The winds scream on in fendish glee,
and screeches with its thousand tongues
through the swaying boughs, in and out
the crevices of rocks, searching for
something more to torment; finally, Civ
ing one sudden swoop, it brings the two
forms together, and press them so close
Iy to the brink of that fearful preci-
pice, that hate itself might cease ;
still the words ring from the unconcious
lips:
"Take itiback, I tell you-take it
back Say she is wife J"
1t may be that the wind is tired of
dallying, for with one more flourish it
topples the two men over the brink. Lo!
they are falling lower-lower, and the
Storm King suddenly ceases its fury,
and smooths down to a sobbiEg, soft
gale.
"Hurry doctor! For The love of heav.
en-, make haste Miss Mary is very
ill-mayhap dying, she seems in such
dreadful pain !" b.
The doctor thus summoned by John
Smoote, faithful friend of Mary's
parents, makes no delay, but, equipped
for his ride, mounts his fleet horse, and
is soon at the door Of the cottage, ,and by
Mary's side.
She has regained consciousness, and
is speaking to her mother in low voice;
but, upon recognizing the doctor, holds
out her hand, saying:
"Oh, doctor, save me from this pain. y
"Well, my child, l trust that can
John did not take breath to tell me
what was the matter-merely said that
you were taken sick on your favorite
messy seat, and | suspected that vcno-
nous snake had bitten you. Stretch
out your foot or hand, and lot ME exam
Inc the wound"
! "Yes, doctor, a viper entered my
heart and stung it," and her eyes CLEAN
so strangely that the doctor thinks hel
delirious, and strives to soothe her, Al
this juncture, Mary gives inference C
a piercing wall; the mother puts hel
hands upon her ears and leaves the
room.
The doctor, after a few moments
opens the door, and begs her to come
forward with her husband and a;
she approaches, lays baby in her arms
"A little angel, for it is dead. The
poor woman seemed so completely stunn
ed that she cried out ! a..
"Where did you get it! What mus
1 do with it 2" ...,
at is your daughters child f; lay i
down and come to her quickly"
Mary had tainted, and for sometime
all efforts TO restore her seemed to b.
uuavailing. At last, on opening he
eyes, she begged to see her child. ThC
doctor laid it in her arms; she huggeC
it tenderly to her breast, imprinted
many kisses upon its face, and quietl!
, resigned it to her mother. She look
up at her father, who is a mute picture
of grief, and tenderly clasped his hand.
/ "My father eight months ago con
: sented to secret marriage with Charlie
Granville. 1 have ever since believes
. myself his welded wife I only kept i
, secret from you till his father shoul,
5 claim me openly as his daughter. Toda.
) Granville has told Inc that the marriag
D ceremony between US was mockery
r and, father aud mother | wish to die"
. Another fainting spell ensued, an,
just as the bell rang out twelve, tn
spirit took its fight.
S Crowds of pedestrians, descending b
D precipitous paths to the bed of tn
stream, at last reached those two form
Of the storm, still locked together, Gran