Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1888-09-15

until she had left the house, and then
with a start she saw that she had TAX
Ell Canyons.
For a moment she stopped in the
path leading to the spring, and SHY
veyed herself in the strange garb-
III | had his hat | would rake .
passable Carylon Morgan!" she laugh
ed. why not 60 back and complete
the metamorphosis? He will no. hexi-
tate to take another hat and akoshee
coat when he m l will do it,, and
my joke will throw Estelle into good
humor again"
1t was the work Of a minute for Mar.
gle Storms to glide back into the hSxsssy
and appropriate Canyons hat, AND
equipped. and laughing 1T her vass~
she hurried toward the spring.
Shaded during the hot days by 3 cir
Gle Of grand old trees. which were tho
pride OF the estate, the spring was n
rather gloomy place after dark
Ii was some distance from the man
sion, but n path, easily followed. led
down to its cool and limpid waters.
Margie felt that Estelle was already
there. waiting Tor and eager to 1ueet
the man who had blighted her hopes
and maddcned her by prcferring hcw
fathers tenant To her-an heiress-
1t was ncar midnight when Mnrgiss
reached The outermost shadows of the
stately trees, and 81 cold wind sas
swayiug the ghostly branches, through
which the pale moon pceped.
All at once a figure stepped jnt0
Margie's path, and the young wYra
1oor o. cham ,1;.l- shat ~ nrtlol .A-
80 YOU prefer the tenant - the
hcircss?' hiSscd 4 voice wnb1s instant
" halted the new conner. 'Carylon
Morgan, send you 10 Martha Com
verse with the whitest lips she eySx
kissed. Take this-thc vengeance en-
The woman you have transformed sats,
q devil,'
Margic caught the CLEAN OF a pistoE-
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 lipsS,
but the report drowned it.
There was n groan rs the false Gary
lon Morgan spun half way round, and
when Estellc fled from the spot with "a
smoking weapon in her hand, = figure
ltN ICTOSS VIC DtkU Wllhlb AZ iCN Ab@@ hR%
the sleeping water.
Back towards the house by n differ
ent path fed Estclle Hammond.
She entered from the rear, crept up
stairs TO her boudoir, hid the revolver.
surveyed her triumphant face and uIag-
niticent figure in the sweeping mirro%,
and then descended TO the parlors.-
Nobody had missed her; she had nOa
been gone ten minutes; but m stat
brief time she had changed the aspecA
Of more thar one life.
With no traces of excitement on ter
beautiful countenance, Estelle swspS
into the parlor.
The c moment she stopped, and
a deadly pallor overspread her face
A young man, catching sight Of hsg,
had come forward.
Great Heavens! 1t was Carylon Nov
gan!
Your father has detained me, u.s.
%tclle," he said. IF it is not too late,
we will go to the spring together"
To the spring!
Estellc's look became u stare, anff
suddenly, with a Wild cry, she reeiss&
away.
"Who did | kip" she walled. My
God! whose life has my mad jealousy
crushed?'
II was An hour of Understandable ex-
element. Men and women looked into
each others eyes, and Estelle Was
borne to her bOudoir.
One m~an-Carylon Morgan-left tbs
house almost unperceived.
Five minutes later he came back with
N l1anl;pr and npnN,u;n,. l,rl., -
his arms.
The white-faccd 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 ono to
leave.
He tarried behind until the surgeon
assured him that the victim of Estelle's
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 Deer torn for ever
from her hands.
Over the house of Hammond, from
that ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS night, hung
a gloom which has never Deer lifted.
Shortly after the tragedy, the owner
sold out and left, and the sound Of his
carriage-wheels, as he and Estelle went
down the road for the last time, was
drowned by the bells that rung u the
hour for Martha COnverse's wedding
Far from the scene of her terrible
mistake, the bluegrass beauty threw
the remnant of her mad infatuatiOn
away on an adventurer, and reaped In
n whirlwind of remorse the harvest Of
q hearts desolation.