Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1874-08-22
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You might reform. see L dld
wrong. Your behavior tonight
shows me YOU are greater black
guard than ever. Now, mark me!
The evidence of the crime you COM
mitted can be got together in a
week; the indictment is already
drawn out; the bill, with my accept
ance forged by you, is in my pos
session. One word from me and
you are in jail, and in two months
from now will be working out con-
vict's sentence" Goodlake groan-
ed. Gas have stood here watching
Won have debated with myself
whether or not have right to pre-
vent the law from taking its course.
GIVE YOU ONE MORE CHANCE.
Stephen Goodlake breathed deep
sigh of relief.
'But listen to this. If, either to
night or at any future time, you give
me the smallest reason to regret my
leniency, 1 give you fair warning,
you shall answer for the crime you
have committed in court of law;
He had spoken in a grave, dehD-
crate manner that had clearly terri
fed the bafied scoundrel at his
feet. Even William Newall was
impressed. Putting his hand into
the capacious pocket of his shooting
iaoLot he nroduced a pair of steel
handouts, and without word slip
ped them over Goodlake's wrists
with the skill of a London Police
Sergeant.
'Get up, my man." said the keep
er roughly, and with a judieous
thrusting of his knuckles into the
fellows ribs, GoodIake rose, cowed
and crestfallen.
"You have my authority, Will
liam," said Lord Vereker, as the
keeper led away his prisoner, 'you
have my full authority, if he misbe-
haves, to take him to the nearest
police station"
This scene was passed very quick
ly. Semi-strangulation is rapid
process. A few seconds had been
enough for the struggle and the over
throw of Goodlake. Miss Sandon
had, of necessity, witnessed it ALL
Terrified as she had been by the
mans threats, she would not, even
in her extremity, have brought her
lover into the peril of contact with
one she thought so terrible; she
would have endured it all alone.
She was brave, true hearted girl.
and it is not such women as she who
fly with screams and pretty squeam-
ishness when a deed of righteous
manhood is performed in their pres
ence. She had watched the fight as
a highborn maiden of the old time
might have looked down upon the
prowess of her chosen knight.
There, watching out the struggle
between the two men, she had first
learned the
g4-.y FULL WORTH OF THE MAN
whom she had already set on the
altar of her heart, the generosity
that would not pry unworthily into
the weakness of her past, the man.
hood that had rescued her from hurt
the prudence that knew how to
shield her from even the shadow of
annoyance.
Then and there in the silence of
the wood, she told him what was in
her heart, and thanked him again
and again-told it him as he held her
to him, enlacing her arms around
him, and looking up into his face
with new and stronger love.
Then these two lovers walked
slowly back together through the
shadowy alleys of the wood; and
just before they came into the gloom
of the lights, she stopped him to
say /:
"Arthur, they say we are alike
Aucassin and Nicholette; but I don't
think you will ever let your sword
drop from your hand in the battle!"
"Not even for love of you?" said
Lord Vereker; and he laughed a lit
tie.
"No," said Miss Sandon, smiling
too; 'not even for love of me.'
Nes0 Quarterly Maqazssne