The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1877-02-07
How there looked him in The face
An angel beautiful and bright.
And how lie knew 1t was fiend.-

''Hgw there looked him in lhe face
An nangeI beautiful and bright.
And how lie knew 1t was 4 fend"
The words were not ended when
Earl Robert replied suddenly, with
impatience in his voice "Fiends
are of the fancy of men like angels
and other follies am your father.
You know me and yeu are mine,
Lindores. | have power beyond what
you can understand; but want flesh
and blood to reign and to enjoy.
Come, Lindores ~
He put out his other hand. The
action, the look, were those of kind
ness, almost Ct longing, and the face
was familiar, the voice was that of
the race. Supernatural Was it SUPER
natural that this man should live here
shut up for ages; and why, and how?
/ Was there any explanation of it !?
The young mans brain began to reel.
He could not tell which was real
the life be had left half au hour ago
or this He tried to look round him.
but could not his eyes were caught
) by those other kindred eyes, which
seemed to dilate and deepen as be
looked at them, and drew him with
a strange compulsiou. He felt himself
yielding, swsying toward the strange
being who thus invited him. What
would happen him if be WELDED? And
be could not turn awav, be could not
tear himself from the fascination Of
those ewes. With sudden strange
impulse which was balf despair and
half bewildering half-conscious de
sire TO try one potency agains; anotb-
er, be thrust forward the cross of the
old sword between him and those.
appealing hands. 'In the name of
God ~
Lindores never could tell whether
it was that be himself grew faint,
and that the dimness of swooniug
came into his eyes after this violence
and strain Of emotion, or if it was
bis spell that worked. But there was
an instantaneous chan re. Every
thing swan around him for the mo-
ment, giddiness and blinddess seiz-
ed him. aud be saw nothing bnt the
vague outlines of the room, empty
as when be entered it. But graudu-
ally bis consciousness came back,
aud be found himself standing ON the
same spot as before, clutching the old
sword, and gradually, as though in q
dream, Recognized the same figure
emerging out of the mist which
was it solely in his own eyes bad
envelopeG everything. But it was
no longer in the same attitude. The
hsdns which had been stretched out
to him were busy now with some of
the strange instruments on the table,
moving about, now in the action of
writing, now as if managing the keys
of telegraph. Lindores felt that
his brain was all atwist and set
wrong but be was still human be-
ing of his century. He thought of
the telegraph with keen thrill of eu
riosity in the midst of his reviving
sensations. What communication
was this which was going on before
his own ewes The magician work
ed on. He had bis face turned tow
ard bis victim, but his hands moved
with unceasing activity. And Lin
dores as be grew accustomed to the
position, began to weary-to feel like
a neglected sui;or waiting for an au-
dience. To be wound up to such
strain of feeling, then left to wait,
was intolerable impotence seized
upon him. What circumstances can
exist however horrible, in which a
human being viii not feel impatience?
He made a great many efforts to
speak before be could succeed IL
seemed to him that his body felt more
/ fear than be did-that his muscles
were contracted, his throat psrehed,
his tongue refusing its Office. although
his mind was unaffected and Lndis-
MAYED. At last he found sn Ut
terauce i'll spite of all resistance of
his flesh and blood
who are you?" he said dIhoarsely-I
You that live here and oppress this
house ?"
The vision raised its eyes full upon
him, with again that strange shadow
Of smile, moeking vet not unkiad
DO you remember me-" said be, "on
your Journey here ?"
That was delusion." Tue young
man gasped for breath.
More ike that you are delusiou.
You have lasted bat one and twenty
years. and for ceaJuries.
How! For centnries-and why !
Answer me-are yeu mau or demo 4"
cried Lindores, tearing the words, as
be felt. out OF bis own throat. Are
Won living or dead -
The magician looked at him with
the same intense gaze as before "Be
on nv side, and You shall know eve
rything, Lindores. | want one of
nv own race. Others ! could have
in plenty but want you. A Ran
dolph, Randolph aud you. Dead!
do seem dead ? You shall have eve
rything-moTe than dreams can give
If YOU will be on my side"
Can be give what be has not was
the thought that ran through the
miud Of Lindores But be could not
speak OF it. Something that chok-
ed aud siiiiied him was in his throat.
"Csn | give what have not . l
have everyEhing-power, the one
thing worth having and you shall
have more than power, for you are
young-my son, Lindores ~
To argue was natural and gave
the young man strength. as this
life," be said, "here? What is all
your power worth-here. To sit
for ages, and make race unhappy"
A momentary eonvulsion came
across the still face. you scorn me-"
be cried, with an appearance OF emo
ton, because you do not understand
how 1 move the world Power
'Tis more than fancy can grasp. And
you shall have it ~ said the wizard,
with what looked like q show of en-
thusiasm. He seemed to come nearer,
TO grow larger. He put forth his hand