The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-01-20

less 1t was, but how indescribably
hideous He was of great stature, with
long arms, and shoulders broad as a
giants. His features were distorted SO
that his face was caricature upon
humanity as horrible to look upon as
as that of an inhabitant of Hades might
be. In his eyes was no light of intelli-
gence, and he grinned and gibbered,
gazing about with idiotic stare.
Such was the creature that appeared
before the startled gaze of Victor, who
could not but wonder for the moment
If he were having an ugly dream, and
this the distorted figure of his vision.
But, no; it was all real.
Georgia." said the woman, " did the
threatenings of the storm rouse you, as
they did me ?"
Her English was not quite perfect, but
ineligible enough.
There was no reply save wild
laugh.
Victor stood at the window hesitating.
He asked himself the question should he
enter this place where this horrible
creature was ? The idiy threw himself
down before the fire, while a peal of
thunder shook the hut " Hark !" cried
the woman. Georgia, what a night
this would be for our purpose. How
grand, Georgia, it would be to have
the very elements celebrate our re-
vengep
Still theidlot only laughed wildly.
g Georgia, let us enact the tragedy"
continued the woman, her voice gather
ing strength, and tremulous with emo
ton. =" Brave fellow where is the
betrayer?'
The idiot sprang to his feet with an
agile bound. He disappeared through
the doorway by which he had entered.
Almost instantly he returned with a
burden in his arms.
A human figure!" murmured Vic
tor. 6 A man, as L livel What means
thisp Is he to be victim 7"
The idiot held the figure erect. Victor
shuddered. Before him was the man
who called himself Lionel Cashel, mas
ter of The Cedars.
''Strangel Impossiblel" !" muttered
Victor. "Was / deceived ?''
The idiot grinned and gibbered, while
the woman rose, lifted high her clenched
hand, She was tall, of middle age
apparently, and had certainly once been
handsome.
1t was strange, dramatic scene. The
Pickering freight cast wierd shadows
on the wall, the woman's face was glow
ing with wild rage, and the idiot con-
tinued to grin and gibber. How unreal
it all seemed yet it was no scene of
the imagination, but an actual, vivid
reality.
This act of the drama was to become
more tragical still.
The woman advanced step; her lips
parted, and cry came from them.
Revenge, Georgia Revengel"
The idiot struck the figure in his
grasp a terrific blow upon the side of
the head with his hand.
Victor heard no cry from the master
of The Cedars.
The blow was repeated upon face and
head and heart.
"Though my deadliest foe, 1 cannot
see him die thus ~ cried Victor.
He hastened along the side of the
hut, and, as he expected, found door.
"To the death, Georgia TO the
death ~ came in a wild scream from
within.
Victor threw his weight against the
door. At the same instant a peal from
heaven g artillery shook the earth; the
wind swept by with a wild howl
wierd blue flame seemed to light the
universe; the rain came down in tor
rents,-a perfect deluge.
The storm had burst at last.
Victor's efforts availed nothing. The
door stood firm, and he could not effect |
an entrance
He walked back to the window.
1t was wild sight that met his view.
The idiot had his hapless victim pros
trate upon the floor, his long fingers
wound and interlocked about the throat.
Great Heaven! he is dead already"
cried Victor, sick at heart.
"To the death, Georgia! TO the
death ~ sounded the cry of the woman,
audible even above the roar of the
storm.
Murder murder !" shouted Victor,