The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-02-10

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" She must love somebody" was his
thought. " If she does, woe to him !"
It was after dark when he returned to
The Cedars, and entered the library.
AS he sat with the freight cleaning
out upon him, he kept muttering over
those Words
"Curse her curse her curse her If
my love turns to hate, let her bewarel''
At last wild plan took shape in his
brain. He clasped his hands till his
own grip panied him.
1T is possible" lie calculated wild
ly; Eyes, possible. l should never be
suspected. She shall be mine yet"
Signor," said voice, "could you
give poor woman lodging Z"
Valasquez started, and turned toward
the door, 1t had opened softly, and
woman was standing there. She was
tall, having her face muffied. She ad-
vanced step, and closed the door.
"Ha hal Slgnor Valasquez, you need
not answer my query" she exclaimed.
1t was meant for a jest, nothing
more"
The man sprang to his feet in aston
ishment at hearing his own name
spoken. But he became calm instantly.
Woman, you are strangely mistak-
en-" he said coldly. My name Is not
VaIasquez Z, but Cashe."
"You lie !" cried the creature passion
ately.
Valasquex moved toward her, anger
swelling in his heart. But instantly
the cleaning barrel of pistol looked
him in the face.
Back, or die in your tracks," hissed
the woman. 81 would as quickly slay
you as / would kill serpentl'
Valasquez drew back. The woman
let the cloak that muf1ied her face fall
away.
"Signora Foscari ~ burst involun-
tarily from the lips of Valasquez.
You know me now, monster, see,"
said the signora. "You have not for
gotten Eloisa, nor Eloisa's mother"
"Well, what do you want?'' he cried
harshly.
What do 1 want ? / have come,
Henri Valasquez, to let you know that
the avenger is on your track. Ha! hal
my vengeance will be as sweet as your
doom is terrible"
Valasquez paled, and sank into seat,
trembling.
Woman, tell you again that you
are mistaken in my Identity" he said.
"And say again, Henri Valasquez,
that you lie You have condemned
yourself. How knew you my name?
But needed not that to convince me,
though you call yourself Lionel Cashel,
the wealthy gentleman of this great
property. You could never deceive my
heart, the heart of Eloisa's mother. 1t
has been a weary search have had, but
have found you at last, and i know
you.
SAY, monster, it has been a weary
had it taken my lifetime, would never
have ceased, and you unbound. And
had died, and Eloisa unavenged, my
soul would have sought out yours in
the spirit-world, and blasted it with its
hate!
I might slay you now," the woman
continued, after a moments silence,
but have not come for that. Instead,
have come to tell you that you are
doomed; that more hideous fate than
any of which you can dream is to be
yours. I might expose you to the
world, but, bah that would be no pun
ishment compared with the end prepared
for you. o Henri Valasquez, villain,
assassin, demon, betrayer of innocence,
your doom is fixed swear by all the
wrongs of my dead child that you shall
die death terrible as my hatred for you
is deep and strong and eternal!"
The woman opened the door of the
library, and slowly stepped back till she
disappeared.
The last thing that Henri Valasquez
beheld was the gleam of the pistol bar
rel.
- must conquer her. was his
thought. " 1 shall have to slay her, or
she will destroy me. Fate has favored
me thus far, and will permit me to
outwit her. She must die 20
But many times during the night he
awoke witha shudder from dreams in
which woman with wild, fierce face
bent over him, announcing dreadful
doom, from which there was no way Of
escape.-To be continued.