Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-07-05

might be that he desired to still further enrage her, 90 that she would blind hor- self with anger.
 ''I sec you arc like . tiger-cat, and seek my life. Explanations would avail naught with such as you, and shall not waste any breath with them. Before you 90 a step further wish to warn you, girl, that the consequences will fall upon your own head. As we'll might the stars try to nvol the moon as for you to think of overcoming a man of my calber. For the last time, Barbara, warn you to beware. If 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 a savage look, while his brow was corrugated and hls eyes flashed like little lightnings.
 You waste your breath, Roger Darrell, false lover, base fend! Here I am, re- solved to avenge the past, and 1t is just as we'll for you, as would never leave you in peace as long as I lived. Ha! Here is Barbara Merrlles' blow for re- vengew
 He 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 gipsy girl and overwhelmed her, so that she hardly knew what she was doing, save that the object that had been tho dream of her life for @ long time back was in Q fair way of being consummated.
 She would have been no mean antago- mist for any man in her present condition, for the fury in ..her hoart had made her muscles like steel. Her 1.-the frame was drawn up to its fullest extent, and such a picture of supple grace could not wolf be found elsewhere.
 At last the tableau was broken.
 With a cry like that of an enraged anil nal. the gipsy girl sprang forward.
 She had been close to Capt. Grant, and this movement would have hurled her form upon him had he remained in his old position-which he did not.
 When he saw that time for action had arrived, and thet the vengeful girl was coming at him like a tornado, the duelist S0HSnAA A0AOAAy ooCRPCN noAOcs
 The moment was SO abrupt that there was no time given Barbara Merriles to recover herself, and as q consequence, not meeting with the resistance she had expected in the shape of her foeman, she tottered upon the very brink of the awful precipice.
 Even then she might have recovered her equilibrium and saved herself, but 1t seemed as though 1t were fated she should perish, for the earth crumbled away beneath her weight. and. with q sharp cry. she went down.
 When hope seemed indeed lost, ray came to her, for her hands. thrown out with 8 clutch of despair, fastened upon q root that jutted from the face of tho cliff at its very top.
 There she hung, unable to help herself. hanging between heaven and earth be- tween life and death!
 He could have saved her If he would. Ono exertion of his muscular power, and she would have been lifted to life How could she have ever again attempted to slay him when this was the case. But he was a man without heart. Kneeling down, he saw her face, white now from terror, the great black 
 eyes looking up at him in a pleading way, but he even smiled sardonically, and uttering ono word, Farewell" walked o few paces' away to where he could only see the small brown hands clutching the root in a death grasp. Then he turned his back upon the spot. He heard no sound, no cry but when he turned a few minutes later, tho hands had vanished.
 Spite of his satanic nature, the arch plotter could not but fool tho shudder that passed over his frame as, in his minds eye, he saw the poor gipsy girl | whirling down to the awful death below. "It Is over.' he muttered 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 netl'