Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1889-08-16

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Permit me, Annisar Raynsosd. todsszn1
into tho pit. = and hanging bin Iasider over -
edge Of ths black and sliny gulf, EStanoeAs
disappeared from sigh:.
'.it u noshing.r b crisd, . moment laA8.
s'ard no need a . hard: tie eye b sulD
eient;" but ell TIE sams tin miller dbl MOI -
spye.r, bot continned 70 haiunssr and nnia.
the aoiss rising from ths depths 70 b ~
peatei By tho echoL
Bad luck 70 itr b sbouted. this wm
never 60. tbs utssj = ei0gysd; thres daysof
work Iost--<hsss whois daysT
Il was ~ikh difficulty Raymond could ds-
stuxuisa what Tie miiiw sid. tAs depxh Il
the vault was % great
Poor fellow said ths Partisan TO h.r,sslf;
she Is has ing . time Of IT, Can't ycu r2io
the vheeIF hs callei 70 Estanoeh-. leaning
over anil p~erfnx into tho darkuesx
TOO SiiHienl: for . singss arm Nov. u
Matthew was only there; but the ioitersr's at
The mas
In moment Raymonds foot Was on tho
round II the Iadde<. He Was really sorry fog
thu man whose cultural voice ssnt up from
tine PIC sach yoiIeys OF growls md fierce i'm
precations, and In the twinkling ot an eye b
bad descended to the bottom, the mill shsel
outlined against The sky looking above ,he@
hike INDUSTRIOUS octopus
What are you doing here, n. RaymoudP
cried the miller, uho had heard him feeling
his way down tho ladder: you'll take y,us
death In thu dungeon Of place TAX. are,
take care, you're In . country you wsre
never In before. In spite Of all your voyassa"
Light care TO them only through the PEN
lngs beneath the winxs Of the wheel, but mar
row - they were, Raymond could still -ss b.
low them the dark green waters u the Hour
gouss b<4rtercd by vIne1Dnd trailing IVY The
lantern bpoksd TO the side Of the raals
smoked behind it dirty glasses, throwing .
dim and feeble Light up on tbs face % the
miller, stripped 10 his shirt sleeves grinding
and lifting with the strength Of a giant
without troubling you, N. Raymond
said Estanoche, u stroke OF the hard will
raise tbs wheel now-that h. wien connect
the arm II the lever, and with ste Xix. tbs
wind he climbed toward the opening A
siight grating was heard, and as RAJ inond
looked above him the ladder was d4sa .pear-
ing over the edge Of the wheel pit
Had you passed along the road ut this mo
meut you would have seen under the arch OF
the willows the figure Of q nian--a man with
burning eyes-wh no frantically and with Zero
cious curses turned with both arms the crank
Of the water gates opening them wide
The mill dam had been closed since early
dawn, and a. Esrnnoche had taken care that
the side gates were shut, the accumulated
water precipitated itself into the empty space
in heavy and roaring catAracts as II is ex-
pressed all the hatred and all tie shame Of the
frantic husband, naildened with rage and
jealousy; and tbs mill wheel, under the enor-
NOUS pressure, growled and wLirled with
terrible uproar.
One morning, perhaps . fortnight later,
Estanoche was SEATED before the mill which
peacefully murmured and whirled Its stonss,
when the rural postnian came up the path
and handed him the little village paper. A
hs glanced through its columns his eyes fell
upon the following lines: M Raymond Dc
B has been missing for many days; 1t b
impossible to find any trace OF lin. Every
one Is lost in conjecture as to his mysterious
event This amiAble young man was without
an enemy in the world, and it Is feared that
he has met with terrible accident. We beg
our readers to send to this paper any informa-
ton that may aid in tho discovery Of the
truth.
Information Of him" cried the miller,
with scowl; information Of himi Well, let
them ask the cray fish of the Hourgouse;
they, and they alone. can tell them where b.
b"-.ranslatei iron the French OF St Mar
tin for The San Francisco Chronicle by E. c.
Waggener.