Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1889-11-14


heaven or hell"
Miss Parker drew herself up 10 her full
height, aud, meeting the look Of hatred
he cast upon her, replied in level tones:
Il despise you, Mr.. Brockle. Yourthreats
are childish. 1t is true-thank heaven,
have chosen a man can respect-for veal
OF woe, as you remind me. And let me
add, if you ever enter my presence again
without being invited, or II you indulge
any more childish threats, will inform
my friends.
For veal or woe, Broekle repeated as
he strobe 10 the door. This is your we'd
ding day-for veal or woe, remember"
-Stopl" Miss Parker exclaimed imper-
atively. @Since you place emphasis upon
the words here her face lit up with q
resolve that changed her expression; for
the moment she seemed to look down on
Giles Brockle-"I will tell you that if l
knew my future would be unending peace
and serenity with you for husband, and
my marriage with Algernon Somers
would be attended with inexpressible
woe Il would abide by my choice. Bet
| ter, yes, ten times rather, death with him
than life with you."
| He looked at her in surprise. Her at
titude was that Of an inhexible woman;
her expression indicated unutterable
| scorn. He darted one look of rage, the
rage of baffied animal rather than the
rage of man, at Miss Parker, then turn
ing about walked out of the house,
mounted his horse and rode away.
| When he was we'll out of the house
! Miss Parker grasped chair to steady
herself, then feeling herself growing
faint she quietly sat down.
Now that he was gone her fear, terror,
overpowered her. There was murder in
his eyes. His last backward glance at her
was like q demons. Had she escaped
him this time to fall a victim to his
wrath another time?
Then she recalled the terrible murders
she read in the newspapers; how fright
fully common they were where men
whose love was not reciprocated, solely to
crafty revenge shot the women they pro-
fessed to love, then turned their weapon
against themselves and blew their brains
out.
What frightful tragedy! Gould any,
thing be more shockingp And how the
list of suddenly conceived, swiftly exc
cuted murders inspired by revenge grew.
Miss Parker put her hands over hel
eyes.
He did mean murder His language
could bear no other Interpretation. And
his looks-they were such as only MUIR
derer could give to the victim of his hate.
Suddenly Miss Parker rose upright
while strange feeling-a feeling of in.
explicable, overwhelming dread pos
sessed her. Was this feeling the awful
chill of terror she had heard people
speaking of and read of Why did she
not understand him at once? He did moi
mean to kill her-it was Algernon he
hated When he talked of woe, he mean
to murder her husband! But there would
be no murder She would speak to AL
gernon Immediately. She must. 1t wal
her plain duty. And she would war;
others.
Motherly Mrs. Broadhurst was in he
own room. She was looking at wedding
present when Rose entered with colorles
lips. Closing the door softly, Ros,
Parker told Mrs. Broadhurst all tina
passed.
You are wise to come to me, my dear,
Mrs. Broadhurst said, in soothing tone
as she kissed the pale cheek toward her
"Mr. Brockle has been persistent love
of late. You have never, am sure, givel
him cause for such an outbreak.
"Never!" Rose exclaimed, passionately
"I have never kept anything from you
and Mr.. Jepson. You have been SO kin
to me-"
There were tears in her eyes now.
There, there, my dear"
, Il never encouraged Giles Brockle.
J liked him well enough-that is, I did nc
dislike him until Algernon came.
Very WE'LL" said Mrs. Broadhurst, a
she turned to place the present in its case
"Give yourself no alarm. You did nc
, tell him you would inform US.
"No-if it were not on Algernon's &C
count"
at is just as we'll. Better, good dea
better, as it is. Mr.. Brockle will apollo
gize to you very soon--or he will apolc
gize to Mr.. .Broadhurst for daring
enter his house on such q mission on you
wedding day. If he does not rue his &C
tion I do not know Enoch Broadhurs
1 Now, dry your eyes, and remember, m
dear, I'll take care that Mr.. Brockle doe
not come anywhere near you and yor
husband if l have to put watch on hil
myself He shall be made to give an az
count for every word-for every threat b
: has made. Enoch will not rest until /
1 exacts that much of your silly, bombasti
= Mr.. Brockle, who comes to frighten pee
4 4 pie on their wedding day. Now go, chile
= Dismiss all fears. See, it is ten o'clocl
and you must be on your way to Ne
York by four to catch the steamer"
, When Rose smilingly obeyed Mr.
! Broadhurst, she felt like ons awakenir
= from a disagreeable dream.
o CHAPTER II.
Q THE WILL.
e When Giles Brockle rode away fro
a Enoch Broadhurst's door, he was as d.
| liberate and self-pcssessed as a. any tin
when his manner warranted observers