Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-06-09

kept them prisoners by encircling the wrists
long enough to impetuously kiss them.
Another second and they were gone, the
window was closed, and the offender was
alone.
He walked slowly away, accusing himself
of folly and uhgeutlemanliness, and he felt
better upon getting out of the clear, search
ing moonshine into the dim, obscuring
shade of rocks and trees, among which the
path wound crookedly. There rapid foot
steps startled him, as though he were
skulking evil doer, and the swift approach
of man, along an intersecting pathway.
made him feel like taking to cowardly
flight. But he recognized the monomaniac,
Eph, who was in breathless tremor.
"Mr. Heath, could man walk to Dim
OPENS in the morning?" Eph asked, with
several catches of breath, and a reellng
movement of physical weakness.
"You go to bed.' Eph," was the reply,
meant to be soothing, 'and I'll see that
your telegram goes from here the earliest
thing in the morning. That won't be more
than six or seven hours from now."
"Six or seven hours" the poor fellow de-
ploringly moaned; "I'll be good many
years older by that time. Oh, it's awful to
have your life go whizzing away like mine
does" and he clutched at Gerald with his
fidgety hands, with a vague idea of slowing
himself by holding to normal human
being.
Then he darted away, swaying from side
to side with faintness and disappeared in
the foliage which lined the path he was fol-
lowing.
Gerald watched him out of sight, and was
about to resume his own different way, when
he of
its italian extra A to the short words, and
heavy emphasis on the final syllable of the
long ones.
"Mistair Heath, " he said, 'T saw-a your
af1ectionate parting weez Mees Warriner."
Gerald had Just then the mind OF a cul-
prit, and he began to explain apologetically:
'It was cowardly in me to insult defense
less girl. She didn't invite it. am
ashamed of myself
He hardly realized to whom be was speak
ing. The two men were now walking rap
idly, Ravelli taking two strides to one of
the bigger Gerald, in order TO keep along
side.
"You-a should be ashamed-yOu-a scoun-
drel."
AS mnch of jealous fury and venomous
malice as could be vocalized in six words
was In Ravelli's sudden outbreak. Gerald
was astonished. He turned upon his COM
panion, caught him by both lapels of the
coat, and shook him SO vigorously that his
boot soles pounded the ground. Ravelli
staggered back upon being loosed, and
threw one arm around tree to steady him
self
'I didn't mean to hurt you" said Gerald,
''you shouldn't be reckless with your Ian
guage. Perhaps you don't know what
scoundrel means in English"
"I saw you-a kiss her hand"
"Did you? Well, do you know what I'd
do to you, Ravelli, if 1 saw you kiss her
hsnds-as did-without her consent? I'd
wiring your miserable neck. Now what are
you going to do to me?"
"I anna going to keel you'll
The blade of knife flashed in RaYelli's
right hand, as he made furious onslaught;
but the stronger and quicker man gripped
both of his assailant's wrists, threw him
violently to the ground, and tortured him
with wrenches and doublings until he had
to drop tke'weapon. In the encounter the
clothes of both men we're torn, and when
Ra7elli regained his feet blood was dripping
from his hand. The blade had cut it.
"You meant to kill me-" Gerald ex-
claimed.
''I said-a SC" was the sullen, menacing
response.
"And with my own knife" and Gerald,
picking up the knife, recognized it.
"Your-a own knife-ze one Eat you carve-a
Mary's hand with so lovingly"
Ravelli had retained it since the previous
afternoon, when he had picked it up from
Mary WARMERS desk. It's blade was now
red with blood, as Gerald shut and pocket
ed it.
"You cowardly murderer
Murderer? Not-s yet. But meant to
be-
Rayelli turned of by the cross path, and
Gerald passed on.