The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1876-10-17

again, that you believed in no hereafter !;
what is there 80 dreadful in doing this
then3 1t is merely sending her to her
grave sooner than she would otherwise
go. She will be better off dead than liv
ing .,..r 80. -
1".She is there with your daughter, you
sayp' -,- -. -
Warmers voice sounded strange to
himself, and far away bis face had lost
some OF its old apathy.
yes; it is wild, lonely place. You
will know her by her resemblance TO my
daughter, Is it a bargainY''
cit is q bargain!' answered John
Warner hoarsely, rising from, his seat
His eyes were full Of a strange FIRE; the
time be had waited for for Ave and TWEEN
ty years was near at hansi:
4 Tie vine seems 70 have got Into,
your head" laughed Warfeld nervonsly.
will you have another glass, Warner2"
No more, thank you," answered the
old clerk; "it isn't wine that has got into
my head, Warfeld; it is something that
has been there long time; it has reused
itself to night. Is there anything more
to be said between us ?"
"No," answered Warield; "you un-
derstand my wishes; be careful, Warner,
and sure"
"Good night" and the clerk bowed
himself out"
Revenge is sweet, they say"! he
whispered In the street. II shall find If
it be so. Oh, John Warfield. have
waited for something-I hardly knew
what-for years; I never dreamed of
such a grand opportunity as this!'
FU* hA*s *usG - - - al
s"A wild, wet day. The waves scream
ed in wild glee against the cruel rocks,
and the sky was like pail. The gulls
circled in the chill gray atmosphere, cry
ing harshly and discordantly.
81 wonder il she will come 2" 8
The man who whispered this query to
the, winds peered out from behind the
rock where he was hidden, snxiously =
"She got my message, ! know. Poor
fool she thinks sheis coming to meet
her lover but she will meet-death!
ii John Warner shiyered; it might have
been with cold--it might have been with
terror. But he thought of revenge, and
his face was hard and pitiless as fate
She came presently; he saw her CON-
ing down the sandy shore, with the wind
blowing her yellow hair all about hel
face, and an expectant look in her eyes
The sight OF her innocent young face
and the thought Of what he was there to
do struck him to the heart with sud
den, sharp pain, like dagger thrust
but face as fair as hers came between
him and the sight of her, anc crushed
every Bit Of pity out of his heart. r.a
She passed the rock without seeing
him. He came behind her noiselessly
he threw her cloak over her head with 9
sudden movement and drew it down
tightly sbout her mouth. before she could
cry out; the folds OF it pinioncd hel
arms like cords
He dragged her down to the water.
edge; he dragged her out into the crue
waves, and with an iron grip upon th,
folds which prisoned her 80 securely, HI
thrust her down beneath the food and
held her there st!a -Ii
There was wild, fierce struggle fol
! life and liberty, but it was vain one.-
His hold was not to be shaken off; il
was death to her it was revenge to him
Pretty soon it was all over. He dragged
the unresisting form back to the shore
and dropped it on the wet sands. ga.
He never stopped to look at the fact
beneath the dripping garment that hal
shut out the world forever, but strod.
away across the sands, . vagabond anl
outcast on the face Of the earth forever
more. But be had his reyerge.
issf &sEl* 80 1dR%
John Warfield clutched the paper will
fingers that shook like aspen leaves hi.
face was frightfully pale. 81 He tore /
open and read:a 90 2 sd 3s''i 2#iH~aS
aa"We have bad news for you A ter
rible accident has happened. Come i'm
mediately." : 10 aIHb TEAJ
He knew who and where it was from
withoutlooking at the signature.
| a Half an hour later the southwark 90
ing train bore him out of the city.
An hour after that he vas standing a
the door OF the Pensionnat ;des Demo,
selles, where his daughter and niece hal
spent the last two years of their lives :
He rang the bell and stood there 10 tn
chill, gray mist of the dreary morning
waiting with pale and frightened fac
l-for aDha1 sf,ifI a#f ri hfe ,e5<
A hurryof footsteps in the hall. Tn
door was opened by girl with yello,
hair and white tear-stained face. 80
J b "Oh, Uncle John T. she cried, and burs
into tears. sit is SO terrible"
| The mans face was CHASTITY with sue
den terror; his teeth chattered so b
could hardly speak. .sasioT
.'I-I thought it was youp' he erie
hoarsely, at last. "Where is Cecle p
f. "She is in the parlor," the girl answe
ed, sobbing. ''Do you want to see be
uow?" s ,l s
He put his hands to his head in a sol
OF dazed way. it seemed to be whirlin
round and round, and he was trying I
stop it. II
"I-I must be little Wild" he sait
as if he hardly knew what he was sa,
+ ing. "Cecile is in the parlor, you say
Is she well7 Does she know that ! a
, coming ?" a +, I,;,.',s .5.'-....
"Oh, Uncle John!', cried Catharir
Oran with q great sob. "Don't W
know? Cecile is dead"
Il He never answered her. He put OF
= his hands as if to grasp at something
! steady himself by, but found nothing
) and, with a gasping cry, he fell fat
! downward to the floor.
0 - = \ rH*
Il That afternoon this letter was put I'M
l John Warfields hands aaa lt.s es
e II have waited twenty-five years
revenge You have thought that nev
8 found out your secret you nave thong
e that no living person. save yourse
knew that my sisters life was ruined 81
r- her heart broken by you. But You we