The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1884-07-19

when, as if from the grave-as if from
heaven, rather-came he who stands be-
hind you"
Emily, who was kneeling before her
mother, sprang to her feet and turned
swiftly around.
There, with arms wide outstretched,
with eyes that beamed like stars, stood
tall and noblefeatured man, though
his hair was as white as snow, and many
furrow of time and grief crossed his
face.
MY daughterl my Emily!" said the
stranger.
"My father! dear, dear father!" cried
Emily, as she sprung within those fond
arms, which clasped her to bosom
bursting to give vent to fathers love
pent up for many dreary, weary years.
Yes" said he, when transport had
yielded to gentle and unalloyed de-
hight, Il have at last returned to hap
plness, after having been most misera-
bic for ten long years. Graham Stiles
-villainous wretch planned my cap
ture by the savages of those distant
lsIes-soid me, in fact, and usurped all
my property, both on sea and land. He
was my rival for the hand of your
mother, and, hating me for years be-
cause | won the precious prize, consum-
mated his fury by striving to make her
husbandless, that he might make her
his. Your poor mothers illness and
insanity frustrated the full accomplish
ment of his purpose, and some linger-
ing feeling of remorse, perhaps repent
ance, has prompted him to give you both
shelter and support. Yet all that he
has is mine, though he has amassed
much money as broker since he for
sock the sea. My phantom pursued
him then. A ye1r ago [ escaped fron
bondage, and, wandering homeward,
learned in New York, from nv old
friend Lewis-the father of that Willie
Lewis who loves you-so his father
says-that Graham Stiles lived here.
L fastened hither; and as soon as your
mother saw me she knew me; and the
mind so long enthralled by grief, is
now, by the blessing of God, made fair
and free by Joy. Remain with your
mother til [ return. [ see Graham
Stiles-I know his form, spare and
erect as overcoming from the lawn.
I will meet him and assure him that
my present happiness grants him par
don forpast misery.
And kissing his wife and daughter,
Capt. Henry Lee stepped from the
house TO meet his betrayer.
Pacing moodilv, with eyes bent to
the earth and his hands clasped behind
him, Graham Stiles was slowly advanc-
ing. He, miserable wretch, was dream
ing then of murder. Haunted already
by the conviction that Capt. Lees blood
lay red and damning upon his hands,
he did not scruple to scheme for the
speedy commission of another crime.
William Lewis must die, or my heart,
newly born to a second life by second
love, will turn to gall and ashes in my
BOSOM" he muttered. Il have gold,
and gold will kill as well as lead or steel.
| know a man in New York, an old ship
mate CT mine, who will rid me of this
William Lewis for a handful of the
gold / begin to despise as [ think of
Emily"
Graham Stilesw
He lifted his eyes with spasmodic
jerk of the shaggy brows, as if the voice
that spoke that name had been dagger
thrust into the very core of his heart.
A shrek, yell OF terror-wild, pierre
ing and unearthly pealed from his
hvid lips, as his blood sprang to his
heart in the mighty spasm of terror,
leaving his hair on end, his face like a
bleached bone, and his limbs quivering
in the awful ague of guilt-born dread.
Henry Lee!" ne chartered, from
his dancing jaws, and then fed-mind-
less, reckless, devil doomed straight
and fleet for the rivers lofty, rock
pointed bank, and then, with a shrill
scream of unutterable agony and de-
spair, he sprang headlong from the
cliff. He opened his eyes but once
he gasped but for a second but ere
his dizzy brain grew dark and still for
ever, he recognized the pitying face of
William Lewis bending over MIN, and
remembered his threat, row made a
fatal fact:
"There'll be blood from your heart
or mine, when We meet again, William
Lewisl"
He was buried where he died, and
the children of William Lewis and
Emily Lee can now look down from
the lovers seat on the ledge and see
the grave, as their grandparents tell
this tragic tale