The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1889-09-20
CECLL COUNTY,. FRLDAY.

might be that he desired to still further
enrage her, 80 that she would blind her.
self with anger.
II SEQ you are like a tiger-cat, and
seok my life Explanations would avail
| naught with such as you, and [ shall not
waste any breath with them. Before
YOU 90 q step further wish to warn
you, girl, that the consequences will fall
upon your own head. Ae we'll might the
stars try TO rival the moon as for you to
think Of overcoming a man Of my caliber.
For the last time, Barbara, warn you 10
beware. n you come on, it will be to
your death"
His face had changed with the rapidity
Of lightning and in place of the sneering
smile had come q savage look, whilc his
brow was corrugated and his eyes flashed
like little lghtnings.
You waste your breath, Roger Darrell,
false lover, base fond! Here l am, re-
solved to avengc the past, and 1t is just
as we'll for you. as I would never leave
you In peace as long as I lived. Ha
Hero is Bnfbfra Merriles' blow for re-
venger'
Ho saw that nothing he could say or
do would keep her back; for the time
being she was crazed with fury, and
would have leaped at him had she known
that certain death lay beyond, but neither
| by look nor movement did he let her see
that he feared her.
All the terrible wrongs of the past
must have rushed over the young gypsy
gill end overwhelmed her, 80 that she
hardly knew what she was doing, save
that the object that had been the dream
OF her life for a long time back was In a
fair way Of being eonsummated.
| She would have been no mean antago-
| mist for any man In her present condition,
for the fury in her heart had made hor
muscles like steel. Her 1.-the frame was
drawn up to its fullest extent, and such
o picture Of supple grace could not we'll
be found elsewhere.
AT last the tableau was broken.
With cry like that of an enraged ami
mai, tho gipsy girl sprang forward
Sho had been close to Capt. Grant, and
this movement would have hurled her
form upon him had he remained in his
old posltion-which he did not.
| When he saw that time for action had
arrived, and that the vengeful girl was
coming ut him like tornado, tho duclist
captain quickly stepped aside. =,
The momont was SO abrupt that there
was no ttmo Given Barbara Merriles to
recover herself, end as q consequence,
not meeting with the resistance she had
expected In the shape of her foeman. she
tottcred upon the very brink of the awful
preoipice,
Even then she might have recovered
her equilibrium and saved herself, but 1t
seemed es though it were fated she
should perish, for Che earth crumbled d
away beneath her weight, and, with q
sharp cry, she went down.
When hope seemed indeed lost, raw
came to her, for her hands, thrown out
with clutch Of despair, fastened upon q
root that jutted from the face OF the clifl
at it's very top.
There che hung, unable to help herself,
hanging between heaven and earth, be-
tween life and death!
He could have saved her II he would.
Ono. eXertion OF his muscular power.
AHu SHS WVdiu nave DeCl NIteQ TO k1fc.
How could she have overa again attempted
to slay him when this was the case.
But he was man without heart.
Knceling down, he saw her face,
white now from terror, tho great black
eyes looking up at him in pleading
way, but he even smiled sardonlcaNy,
and uttcring one word, Farewell.
walked few PAGES away to where he
could only see the small brown hands
cletching the root IN death grasp.
Then no turned his back upon the spot.
He heard no sound, no cry; but when
he turned few minutes later, tho hands
had vanished.
Spite of hts satanic nature, the arch
plotter could not but feel the shudder
that passed over his frame as, in his
minds eye, he saw the poor gypsy girl
whirling down to the awful death below.
ut is over" he muttorcd between his
teeth as he walked away with quick,
nervous strides; "she sought her own
doom. Would that Nora Warner had
gone with her. My skies arc brighten
Ing with the drawing In of the Detl