The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1877-06-28

plump and dimpled, but shape,v ana
full of character, with dainty nails anu anu
little rosy tinges here and tbere'aanuSs
then flung it off. '''u
- had not thought of it before br.
now had found the way to make uus
vengeance perfect. l had killed ~. ny
rival, and now l would kill this love I
would wreak my vengeance on th;a
body-his corpse-as Achilles did m .hs
body OF his dead enemy, and at the san my
time would punish her. All INV ' ioue
all my longing for her love. which
at last knew could never be nine.
swallowed up in my hunger for revenm as
And | had it. It was perfect a.
started in surprise, and then ted ha.
all. made her listen. ''
She sobbed and walled like a cb;,d
and tried to cover her ears, but seizad
her hands and poured the words ont in =
torrent that she could not escape. thonaS
she writhed with pain and shame.
All! it was glorious, but it was INV
second suicide. For I knew that she
would never see me again, and so said
all l wanted to, then, and when 7 had
done ! left her crouching on the floor
She called to me piteous1y to come bact
She held out her perfect arms, with the
wrists all red from the violence of INV
grasp, and called me.
But she said Harvey not Giles,
and though longed to lift her in nv
arms, only spurned her from me. OH
l had a rare revenge, and | did not
grudge the cost She had cast away NV
love once for Dunlop's and now | had
made him cast away hers.
And since then have been wander.
ing, always wandering, with no aim or
object, and | suppose l always shall
wander, till | get so tired of it all that
| can not bear it any longer.'
Long before he had finished, I realized
what terrible responsibility l had un-
Willingly assumed in taking him so far
from civilization. He sat for some time
in silence after he had told his story, he
buried in apparently painful thought,
and trying to think now | could get
him back to his friends. 1t was evident
that whatever l should do must be done
with tact, and unfortunately / blunder.
ed at the first step, by trying foolishlyto
lead him away from his delusion.
"Of course you understand, being
physician, that this is mere fancy,
born of your unfortunate passion I
said, boldly.
"A fancy?" he replied, sneeringly.
so you think | am insane?n
"No, mol" said.
"See here" said he, taking out
pen-knife; 81 told you that this was
not my body, and that / felt no suffer-
ing from physical pain"
And before could stop him, he had
run the blade an inch deep under his
fnger-nail. / exclaimed in horror, but
he laughed wildly, and would have re-
peated the act if l had not seized the
knife and thrown it far into the lake.
He struck me violently in the face, and,
as | staggered under the blow, he shout
ed, "My knife! l must get my knife!"
and, plunging into the lake, he swan
out as far as the place where the knife
had sunk, and then dived.
He remained under the surface SO
long that became alarmed, and, to-
gether with the guide, padded to the
rescue in our bark canoe.
AS we came overhead, we saw through
the clear water of the lake that he was
at the bottom, still searching for the
knife. The guide plunged in at once,
and | saw from the boat that there was
short struggle between the two men.
Dunlop resisting the guides efforts to
bring him to the surface.
And when the Indian came up, he
bore an inanimate burden, which our
utmost endeavors failed to restore to Lite.
1t was with no little reluctance that l
called on Mrs. Interford a week later,
to tell her of the circumstances OF Dun
lop's death. But she was entirely SELF
possessed, and vailed whatever feeling
She had under the most perfect compU..
ure. She was very anxious to know all
that Harvey had said to me, and when
she was assured that had told her all,
she said, with little sigh could not
interpret
"Poor fellow! he was never the same
man after my husbands death, which,
bv the way, was undoubtedly by suicide.
Poor Harvey was always fond OF me,
but never imagined that he loved me.
SO that / never knew how mucn ol
nv friends story was fact and how
much was delusion.-Ddutd a. oM'
er lin Frank Leslie's illustrated.