Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1875-04-22

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she was for moment tempted to burst
open the door and confound the guilty
one who had presumed to rival her in
her husbands love; but listening again
she felt assured that the room was empty,
and a moments reflection showed her
that. by few hours delay, she might
render her vengeance more signal and
complete. She therefore returned in the
same stealthy manner to her apartments,
shut herself up, and took measures &C
cordingly.
Her determination was to prevent the
| possibility Of Media suitting the house,
and then to disguise herself in the dress
of serving damsel, and to personate
the perfidious attendant at the rendez-
vous at the sycamore grove which she
heard arranged by her. These medita-
tions were interrupted by a message
from the Prince, apprising her that he
| should be absent from home the re-
mainder of the day, and should probably
not return until late that night; and this
message, additional proof of the cal
cslating treachery which her faithless
! husband scrupled not to exercise toward
| her, was the last drop that overhowed
| the cup. The evaporation of her out
| ragged feelings knew no bounds; and she
remained in solitude in her apartment,
that no member of the family might no.
tice her agitation.
An hour before sunset Media was sum-
moned to her lady's presence and re-
| ceived an order to remain near her and
complete some embroidery, with which
she herself had been occupied
Not daring to disobey, and hoping to
| finish her task before the hour of ap-
pointment with her lover had arrived,
| the young girl sat down to her work with
| unwoEted alacrity. The room in which
they were was an upper chamber, and
formed the last of a spacious suite, hav-
ing no entrance but the one which pre-
| coded it. Not long after Media was seat
ed at her embroidery frame the Princess
arose and quilted the room, locked the
door of it, and leaving her attendant a
close prisoner there, with no possibility
of egress until she herself should release
her, she proceeded to Medals chamber,
where she selected suit Of her clothes,
h9stened to disguise herself in them,
and, throwing veil over her head, quit
ted the house, and directed her steps to-
ward the trysting-place.
1t was late in the autumn; the days
were shortening visibly, the evenings
were cold and gloomy, night closed in
Immediately after sunset, and there was
no moon to illuminate the dull, gray sky.
Thyra was the first to arrive at the rem
devious; and, under the influence of
neverslumbering suspicion, she fancied,
when she found herself there alone, that
her scheming had been discovered, and
her husband would defeat her plan of
vengeance by not appearing; but few
moments sufficed to undeceive her A
quick, light step approached. What
eagerness was in that tread, and how in
dignantly did her heart throb as she list
ened to it. The obscurity was so COM
plete that she could not even discern the
outline of the person who drew near; but
her husbands hair and garments were al
ways impregnated, floated upon the air,
and low, counterfeited voice breathed
forth the words: " Hist Media; are you
here, love?" directed her toward him
She stretched forth her hand, with
whispered, Eyes" and grasped something
which she recognized as the embroidered
pattan worn by the heads of the princely
house of c.. In the next moment the
arms of the impatient lover were thrown
around her, and she was drawn toward
him in a passionate embrace. Trans
ported to fury by the tender endearment,
which she knew was not intended for
herself, but for an unworthy rival, and
breathing only the deadliest vengeance
for her wrongs, the outraged wife thrust
her land into her bosom, drew thence a
poniard, and, raising it on high, plunged
it into the faithless heart that beat
against her own. The blow was dealt
with such unerring aim that the victim
could only utter an indistinct cry, and,
relaxing the grasp with which he held
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the ground. Thyra drew her breath and
listened moment; a gurgling noise in
the throat of the murdered man was all
that she could distinguish. Then fol-
lowed death-llke silence. Terror and
remorse suddenly overcame her for the
deed which, in moment of frenzied
excitement, she had perpetrated, and,
turning hastily from the fatal spot, she
rushed toward her home.
The first OBJECT that met her eye when
she entered the house was her husband!
There he stood unframed surrounded by
his attendants, and in his riding-dress,
just as he had alighted from his horse,
and a tranquil smile upon his lips as he
inquired whether the Princess was in her
apartment.
You here2" she shrieked, running up
to him. {" have not killed you, then
Thank Heaven, have not killed you!"
and she fell gasping at his feet.
"The Princess!" calculated her hus-
band, bewildered at the sight of her dis