Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1878-05-03
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meet him >" asked Wilfred Lyle. who had
listened with the deepest attention to all
Mrs. Gage had said.
Yes. | forgot to tell you that when
the man was fumbling over her Jewel
eases at the bureau. she opened her ewes
for one second, aud in that brief time his
face was indellbv stamped upon her
memory and furthermore she noticed
that the hand which held the lantern was
marked by long, peculiar scar"
II see now why she says her heart is
dead to love. But, my dear Mrs Gage, il
will not be so always. | shall remain her
friend, and with the hope that may in
time become something more"
The days passed on. and Mrs. Gage an
nounced that she and her niece were to
leave WroXend House for their city home.
NiIired Lvle obtained permission to ac-
company them. The day previous to that
set for their departure Wilired asked Mrs
Gaylord to take with him a last stroll on
the cliff and she consented. to his great
delight As they walked along watching
the tide come in, Wilfred could not but
admire the beauty of his companion who
was in one OF her excitabe moods, her
eyes flashing yet never losing their pecul
look. and her usually white cheeks being
tnged with IA glowing color
Let us go 10 our iavorite old tree she
said. IL want TO rest and watch the sea.
. 1t is dangerous place" replied Will
fred, ''ior one misstep and person would
be hurled INTO TIE waves down a fright
ful declvity."
I'VE will not take the one misstep,'
she SAID. "but watch from the Tree, not the
cliff"
As they neared the spot where Mrs.
Gage had told Willred the terrible story OF
Lllan's lite. they saw to their annoyance
that the seat beneath the tree was already
occupied. A man sat there resting his
head on one hand.
There we must find another place,
said Lillian, signing.
II think he will let us have the seat.
Wilfred replied, II know who he is. He
is hostler at the livery stable at Wroxend
village, and will ask him if he W III leave
the seat to US"
They advanced toward the man, and
when within few feet OF him. Wilfred
spoke: |
"You are the hostler at the Wroxend
stable, are you not? win YOU not give
this seat up to this lady? we want to rest
awhile"
As he finished speaking the man turned
his face slowly toward them just as Lillian
raised her head to hear his reply to Will
fred's question. But no reply was des-
tined to be heard. for just as he opened
his lips Lillian sprang forward and with
her two small, white hands seized him by
the throat, while a blood-curdlIng cry |
which resembled that OF maniac escaped
her lips.
MY child she shrieked. shaking him
with all her strength, and the man seemed
powerless in her grasp. Give me back /
my child, villain murderer robber
give me back my husband, give me back /
my chidm
The man staggered backward toward
the cliff, his eyes starting from Their sock
cts as she culched him tighter around the
throat.
Lillian screamed Wilfred, darling for
ward
Too late! the villain stage -red back
one step more and both he and the wife OF
the man he had murdered We're dashed
over the cliff. The whole fearful sc.ne
had not occupied moment OF time.
Wilfred stood as if paralyzed a moment
more, and then ran for help.
The two bodies were recovered, Lilian's
being frighttully disfgured by being cut
By some rocks Ga the left hand OF the
man was found a long, peculiarly shaped
scar, and there was no doubt but that
Lillian had found the murderer of her hus
band, and with the sacrifice of her own |
lie had avenged the dastardy deed.
k,,v ,1oeoaI Ii bnn and |
Wiltred Lyle is an old man. but he still
tells with shudder OF horror, the terrible |
story OF Lillian Gaylords life.