The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-03-02
The Battle for the Cedars.
by PREssLY W. MORRIS.
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Oo your WOrst, ueVll, ne cIieu'
defy you, defy you"
The woman sprang back from him,
her breast heavlng, her breath coming
in quick gasps, her eyes flashing out
flame.
"Ha, ha - she laughed madly, "you
dream not of the sweet vengeance
Eloisa, dead Eloisa, Is to have, villain !
Your defiance shall be turned to ter
ror.''
She turned toward the doorway.
"Come, Glorgio, good Giorgiol" cried
she.
Instantly giant form rushed in, beat
ing the air wildly with his long arms.
lie grlnned and gibbered hideously,
looking as terrible as the inhabitants of
the regions of despair might
Revenge, Glorgio revengel" cried
the woman.
With loud cry, the idiot, Giorgio,
sprang towards Valasquez. The detec-
tive leaped forward with his revolver,
hut he was hurled violently to the floor,
where he lay bleeding and half sense
less. The woman snatched the pistol
from his grasp and stood over his pros
trate form. At the first sight of the i'd
lot, Barbara, whose nerves were already
weakened, gave wild scream and faint
ed dead away.
" Revenge, Giorgiol revenge!" the
woman repeated.
The idiot seized Valasquez and held
him firmly in his grasp. The williams
defiant manner vanished, and he stood
terror-stricken, paralyzed with fright,
rot able to struggle even, while the hot
breath of the terrible creature, in whose
power he was, famed his cheek.
+" Mercy mercy have mercyl' he
pleaded.
You might us well ask mercy of the
tigress whose young you had slain, as to
ask it of Eloisa's mother,' screamed
the woman. Monster when did you
ever show mercy? When did you spare
youth, or beauty, or gentleness, or inno-
Cence, or love ? Never Demon! no
power can save you You must, and
shall die !"
There was one moment of dread, aw-
full silence.
Blood, Giorgio bloodl'
Those words were the signal of doom.
With exclamation of delight, the idiot
struck terrific blows on the face and head
and body of Valasquez, who shrieked
in pain and terror.
1t was wild and bloody scene.
O. To the death, Giorgio to the death,
cries Signora Foscari presently.
The idiot hurled Valasquez to the
floor, and locked his long fingers about
his throat.
There was brief struggle, and then
all cries ceased.
Henri Valasquez, false master of The
Cedars had met his doom.
/" Eloisa, sweet Eloisa,', sounded in
wild, mournful wall, through the mid
night stiffness of the stone mansion,
sleeping beneath the skies of your sun
ny South, you are avenged"
When Victor and his companion re-
turned to the library, they found Bar
bsra Lindsey lying on the floor, still in
dead swoon, while the detective who
had remained was sitting in chair
weak and shuddering.
Valasquez was stretched in the middle
of the apartment, utterly lifeless, and
battered and bruised out of all semblance
to humanity.
The detective pointed to the bloody
form and said, -
Justice has been meted out speedi-
ly."
And he briefly described the wild
scene that had just occurred, while Vic
tor lifted Barbara in his arms, thankful
That blessed unconsciousness had come
to her.
Victor carried Barbara to the carriage
in which he and the detectives had come
from Fairmount, and when she revived
she was on her way to the De We're res
idence-
Eloisa's mother, and the idiot, Giorgio
had disappeared. They were never seen
again in the neighborhood of The Ce-
dars, and nevermore was aught heard of
them.
Barbarba Lindsey and Victor were in
the parlor at the DE We're mansion. No
one else was present.
Barbara was still somewhat pale, but
the scene through which she had passed
would work her no particular harm.-
She eould smile and be happy, for she