Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1890-06-06
ETHEL DANES REVENGE.

Is trifling with me-that her doll-like
face and baby tone have taken him
from me; and l will not endure it
longer. This evening l will show him
that Ethel Danes love can not be
wounded with impunity, and l will
strike her. hope, to death. He said
he would come this evening-come to
| get me the flower"
The speaker. beautiful girl Just
completing her seventeenth year, stood
at deep bay window, whose thick
curtains almost hid her well-rounded
form. A pair of white hands were
clinched as if in anger, and dark eyes
contrasted wildly with ashen lips. A
splendid gold watch, sparkling with
diamonds, glistened in black belt,
and she consulted it as the last words
fell from her tongue.
'Seorgina Granville, if / can not
outwit you | will don the veil and hide
my face from the world forever. De-
signedly you have drawn him to your
side but, as designedly, / will take
| him away. 1t is almost death TO cross
the path of a Dane. Perhaps YOU have
not learned this, for you are young.
Inexorable fate has decided that
must be your teacher. / accept the de-
cision, and this evening / teach you a
lesson you will never forget. Yes!
But there he is! | did not see him
come up the walk. Where were my
eyesP"
The silvery tones of the front door
bell interrupted Ethel Dane, and
springing from the parlor, she an
swered the summons in person.
A beardless youth, whose dark eyes
matched her own so well, stood on the
steps and spoke her name in rich tones.
His appearance was noble, his face
prepossessing, and told that he had not
yet reached his majority.
care you ready for the walk, Ethelp"
he asked. THE evening is truly beau
tiful, the winds sleep, and
The Queen OF night
Shines fair with all her virgin stars about heri
/ skirted the gorge and listed to the
noise of the mad, muddy current.
saw the tlower-that pretty flower,
Ethel"
so it is still therer' she cried eager
ly.
1T is and in the moonlight looked
lovelier than ever. We will get it
presently. Seer and drawing his coat
aside he revealed coil of rope. 1T
shall greet the sun from your boudoir
window tomorrow, Ethel; want to
see it in your hair"
She smiled.
But you shall not risk your life to
crafty foolish wish of mine" she
said. Let the flower wither where it
was born"
mo, no; it grew there for you, and
you alone shall have it. Come, Ethel,
let me go; am impatient"
He waited at the door until she had
thrown some light vestment over her
head, and then walked away at her
| side.
THE rain was flood at Ellesmerc."
he said plucking leaf from the elm In
whose dim shade they were walking,
land its waters have reached the gorge.
You can hear them now, Ethel"
The roar ofangry waters grew louder
ms theyrdvanced through the wood, and
at last they paused directly above the
torrent. The chasm of Ellesmere, the
deepest in all Cumberland, was before
than; and far below the cliffs in the
moonlight the waters rushed toward
the sea. 1t was narrow chasm, but
dangerously deep, and its sides were in
many places quite perpendicular. In
other places concavities existed; and
there, nourished by the drip, drip of
the stones icy perspiration, beautiful
ferns and flowers fiourished.
Frank Hazel had often accompanied
Ethel to the spot they had reached. His
hands had fashioned rustic settee, and
pice. There. with the moon above
them and the waters beneath, they
had passed many hallowed hours. He
admired the imprisoned girl; but /
i can not say that he loved her. But at
10 years of age he did not think very
much of the tender passion; his studies
at his tutors residence not far from
the cliffs had kept him from the courts
of the little god But he loved the So
ciety of woman, the lisp of little girls
and their pardenable foibles.
Ethel Dane loved him from the first.
He seemed her beau-ideal of lover
and into her alteration she threw the
wealth of her passion-the voluptuous-
nessof her heart. She was happy in the
thought that he smiled on none but
her. until she discovered that his name
was often OH the lips of Georgina
Granville, girl whose father owned
a small estate on the Boyleston side of
the chasm. The discovery irritated
her. She watched, and heard more,
and her jealousy magnified molehills
q thousand diameters.
II won him irstr she was wont to
cxclaim when alone. ''Georgina
Granville shall never wear him! What
can not wear will destroyr'
Frank Hazel had often leaned over
Ellesmere Crags and plucked ferns and
flowers for the imprisoned beauty's
hair. She encouraged him in this; it
recalled the days of chivalry, of which
she was extremely fond; and he, fear
less to fault almost, delighted to win
the green and scarlet gems. One day
while wandering along the Boyleston
side of the cliffs, the young student
discovered a wondrously magnificent
flower that peeped from a cliff in the
rocks perhaps twenty feet below the
settee / have mentioned.
He fastened across the chasm aud
examined the flower. Ii seemed at
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