The Newtown bee., 1880-06-16

the hermit slowly followed. Once out side and the young strangers second be- gan to measure off the ground for the duel. As the preliminaries were ar ranged the duelists took the position as- signed them. The challenger emphatic ally awaited the slow movements of his foe.
 :" Iicall upon you to witness said the recluse of Lone Cabin, addressing the spectators, ''that this is no quarrel of mine. But after the treatment I have received from this man, whom l posi- lively say 1 have never seen before, 1 am driven to this. If fall. please see that l have proper burial. AS last favor I beg that you will in no way try to dis cover my identity. Will you promise thatpn
 Receiving the hearty assent of the by islanders, the man signified that he was in readiness for action.
 There succeeded the ominods ''one, :" two, three, fire!" when the young stran- ger discharged his weapon and with such accuracy that his antagonist reeled for ward and fell to the earth without mak- ing hostile movement.
 Smiling grimly the slayer remained motionless as the spectators rushed to the side of the fallen man.
 "Is he dead?n cried one
 Dead as a stone!" exclaimed tall, weather-beaten mountalneer who was bending over the silent form.
 "Then my work is done, and the wrongs my poor sister suffered are avengedn' said the young stranger as he turned to join his companion.
 Meanwhile some of the others began to make preparations for the burial of the unfortunate hermit.
 While couple were in the act of raising the body to bear it away, they were surprised to see the long, flowing beard worn by the unknown person fall to the ground, and face as white and smooth as a maiden's suddenly disclosed to their gaze.
 A glance told them that the Hermit of Lone Cabin was a woman.r'
 In the height of the excitement follow ing the discovery the stranger duelist reached the spot, and as he caught sight of the fair countenance he cried:
 My God! it is my sister!" and fell senseless.
 To shorten the story, by the time the speaker recovered his consciousness after the fearful shock he had received, the wounded one began to show signs of recovering life.
 It was then found that though the shot had barely escaped being fatal, it was not likely to prove so. A long sick ness followed, however, and it was months before the whole story was known. "The Hermit of Lone Cabin was indeed the sister of him who had nearly become her murderer. Years be- fore she had met and loved man named Warren Arnold, but on the day before that fixed for their wedding he had dis appeared and she, hearted, was few days after abducted and born away to the mountain retreat of band oi road-agents, the leader of whom was none other than her false lover. More grief-stricken than ever, she succeeded in escaping; but, somewhat crazed, instead of returning to her friends, she had sought life of loneliness. Her brother Ralph, who had been away at school for three years, learned of her misfortunes and supposed death, and re- turned to his home to begin search for the william who had been the cause of SC much suffering.
 Warren Arnold's true name was Loren Gray, and Ralph ever spoke of him by that name, though his sister had never known him by it. AccomL Lanied by his friend, Norman Arlin, he had sought far and wide for him, only to make at last that well nigh fatal error in mistaking the hermit for his foe. As his sister had not seen him for eight years, and at the time when there is the most change in one's appearance, she had not recognized him.
 When she was able, they all returned to their homes happy company.
 Later, Norman Arlin became her hus- band, and new life dawned for her.
 The lone cabin still stands, memente of the past.