Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1888-12-27

thought-untiE now. Now when he be-
holds the 'one fair woman of the world
EMBODIED in the caressing embrace of the
stranger. the scales fall from his eyes,
and he understands all. He curses the
woman, himself, and IN his blind, i'm
potent wave of hot anger, he even heaps
curses upon his Maker.
Back through the cherries woodland
path he travels toward his home. How
like ghosts of dead departed hopes, the
grim shadows falling athWart his way
seem. The weird creaking of the trees
in the dismal forest sound like anthems
sung by goblin lips, joyous over the
downfall of one mans sky of sweetest
,oy. Drear, cold and monotonous the
landscape lying beyond the trees appear.
As he passes on with rapid steps, his
mind revolves a purpose black as black
est hell-a purpose which threatens to
Undue his hands with the life blood of
fellow man, and brand deep into the
innermost part of his soul the crimson
stain of the murderous Cain.
Away all whispering OF consciencei
To the winds all we hOlier emotions of
mercy Depart good angel. and cover
your sorrowing face with a mantel of
shame! Leave this man, Bruno Arnot,
once the very soul and honor of Vir-
ginia's courageousness-a murderer at
heart.
Back through the shadows a fend in
human form glides. Scurrying psst
ghost-1ike trees this man, pursued by the
phantom of blood, takes his unholy way.
On, on, and yet on, he hurries. And
cfan6iuU tharo in oh od0Ua of
a wide-spreading evergreen. he again
gaZes upon the hateful vision which
sends the iron of venom deeper into his
heart.
''Foolsl yet in arms togetherl Well,
let them draw the last solace of sweet
ness. 1t shall be their last; swear it'll
Now he presses his hot kisses upon lips
l deemed mine alone. He clasps her
closer. His hand toys with her fair
tresses, and-Godl again he kisses her
upturned lips. Cease, cease, poor fOolsl
can no longer stand this torture. Cease
or I strike you both, one heart through
the other. ALL the farewell kiss, the
last good night, and-an eternal fare
well between you both"
The very passion of Infatuated rage
held this man in its iron grasp. His
teeth cleaned from under his black
moustache like the ivory fangs of the
tiger; his hands were outstretched, the
fingers curved like the claws of feline
creatures; his attitude, crouching, bent
forward was leopard-like.
One parting caress, one last kiss, and
the fair-haired lover babe his lady-love
goodnight. He turns upon his heel,
runs down the steps lightly, and plunges
into the woodland path.
His heart, so full of divine bliss, dulls
his sense of hearing; for, he is not aware
of the cat-like tread which draws nearer.
To him, this fair-haired favored one,
| there is nothing of despair, sorrow and
dreariness associated with the fitting
shadows. His love charms all things
! about him to his vision. The signing
of the wind among the tree-tops are not
dirges of lost hopes.-no; they are peans
of sweetest joy. On, on he goes, and
the avenger of outraged love draws
nearer and nearer. The moon sails be-
hind thick. black cloud, and all is
dark. Then, through the gloom is
launched panther-like form. Down,