The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1884-09-18

coat when he comes. Will DO It. ana
my joke will throw Estelle into good
humor again"
1t was the work of minute for Mar
gle Storms to glide back into the house
and appropriate Canyons hat and
equipped, and laughing at her r,lse,
she hurried toward the spring.
Shaded during the hot days by cir
Gle of grand old trees. which were the
| pride of the estate, the spring was a
rather gloomy place after dark.
1t was some distance from the man.
sion, but path, easily followed, led
down to its cool and limpid waters.
Margie felt that Estelle was already
there, waiting for and eager to meet
the man who had blighted her hopes
| and maddened her by preferring her
| fathers tenant to her-an heiress.
1t was near midnight when Margie
reached the outermost shadows OF the
stately trees, and cold wind was
| swaying the ghostly branches, through
which the pale moon peeped.
All at once a figure stepped into
Margie's path. and the young girl
heard sharp click that startled her.
so you prefer the tenant to the
heiress?" hissed voice which instant
ly halted the new conner. ''Carylon
| Morgan, send you to Martha Con-
verse with the whitest lips she ever
| kissed. Take this-the vengeance of
the woman you have transformed into
devil!'
Mar2ie caught the CLEAN of pistol
barrel that was thrust forward, and in
one dread second realized all.
She sprang forward with hands up
lifted. and a cry yelling to her lips;
but the report drowned 1t.
! There was a groan as the false Cary
Ion Morgan spun half way round, and
| when Estelle fled from the spot with a
smoking weapon in her hand, a figure
lay across the path within few feet Of
the sleeping water.
| Back towards the house by differ
ent path fed Estelle Hammond.
She entered from the rear, crept up
stairs to her boudoir, mid the revolver.
surveyed her triumphant face and mag
Rificent figure in the sweeping mirror,
and then descended to the parlors.
Nobody had missed her; she had not
been gone ten minutes; but in that
brief time she had changed the aspect
of more than one life.
With no traces of excitement on her
beautiful countenance, Estelle swept
into the parlor.
The next moment she stopped, and
deadly pallor overspread her face.
A young man, catching sight of her,
had come forward.
Great Heavens! 1t was Carylon Nor
gan!
Your father has detained me. Es-
we will go to the spring together. "
To the spring!
Estelle's look became a stare, and
suddenly, with wild cry, she reeled
away.
WHO did I killp" she walled. "My
God! whose life has my mad jealousy
crushedP"
1t was an hour of indescribable ex-
citement. Men and women looked into
each others eyes, and Estelle was
borne to her boudoir.
One man-Carylon Morgan-left the
house almost unperceived.
| Five minutes later he came back with
a bleeding and unconscious burden in
his arms.
The white-faced crowd that instantly
surrounded him saw his coat and hat,
and shudderingly realized all.
One by one the guests took their de-
parture.
Carylon Morgan was the last one to
leave.
He tarried behind until the surgeon
assured him that the victim Of Estellc'i
madness was not mortally wounded.
AS for Estelle, he shuddered when he
thought of her.
She had failed. and the scepter OF
belledom in the bluegrass region had
by her own mad act been torn for ever
from her hands.
Over the house of Hammond, from
that never-to- be-forgotten night hung
a gloom which has never been lifted.
Shortly after the tragedy. the owner
sold out and left, and the sound of his
carriage-wheels, rs he and Estelle went
down the road for the last time, was
drowned by the bells that rung out the
hour for Martha Converse's wedding.
Far from the scene of her terrible
mistake. the bluegrass beauty threw
the remnant of her mad infatuatior
away on an adventurer, and reaped in
a whirlwind of remorsc the harvest ol
a hearts desolation.