Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1890-07-26

with me about something2 Tell me, dear.
Yesterday you seemed to care for me little.
What has changed your"
With q white fury not pleasant to behold she
turned upon him.
What has changed me? Ask yourself that.
IL am changed-if evil thoughts have taken
the place of good. if am now more akin to a
devil than o woman-whose work is il? Yes
terday?-aye, yesterday was soft and lovable.
Yesterday the sun shone, the bees hummed in
the heather and the stream sparkled over the
stoncs-all was peace and beauty. But look at
1t now, and she pointed toward the crest of
Noel Carrig. The clouds have come and the
peace and the beauty have vanished. Yester-
day my heart was, guiltless of evil. today il
doner'
George sighed and his eyes rested sorrow-
fuiiy upon her. But even at that tragic mo-
ment he was quick to notice how wonderfully
anger heightened and intensified her beauty
Il am sorry" he murmured weakly; Il
meant no harm. was carried away by the i'm
pulse OF the moment automatically don't
know how to express it. But, hang it! . fellow
isn't made of stone, you know, and you did
look so bewitching-"
THAT you chose to insult me-" broke in
Bronwen, her hot blood now boiling in her
veins "What matter though had a heart
to be broken, a soul to be killed? You were
amused. that was the main thing. And this
loved.
DO not think Of me-" she went on after
moment for breath; "your very pity would be
an insult. / will waste no more Thought ON YOU.
You are not worthy even of my hate but hate
| you for all that If you lay dead at my feet at
this moment-as / would to God you did,
would shed no tear. 1 would laugh-aye, even
wish has killed him-my wish has killed him."
step incautiously made in recoil from her
vehemence a stumble on the slippery stones
and the next moment bruised and mangled
form was lying below the crags it had but just
surmounted. Was ever unholy wish SO Quickly
gratified? Alone on the heights were those
two together, between heaven and earth. and
| behold! by the murderous desire of one the
other was destroyed!
The blood rushed to Bronwen's brain and
s ,ne whole OF creation appeared but a. one
| huge crimson stain to her.
Her first impulse was to throw herself down
| ana make an end of it. So alone should the
| tragedy OF the mountain be complete.
| one raised her arms to the heaven whose aid
she had invoked for her revenge and wild
| cry OF horror and dismay rung out into the air.
Then something within gave way and she fell
senseiess upon the ground.
| considerable time elapsed before she re-
gained consciousness and still longer before
her stunned faculties could be sufficiently alive
/
| complete revulsiou of feeling took place
The evil spirit had departed. leaving naught
behind that was not purely womanly and good
she recoiied from her past self as from q spec
ter; What had she done? God pity her!-what
mad she done? She had been mad-madi How
should she atone for her wicked thoughts?
And how far was she to blame for what had &C.
Cured?
Rising to her feet, she gazed around help
lessly. Still did the clouds lie below her, cut
hn nff fer,, -
hemmed In. Not sound from below pierced
the mist. She crept to the edge of the preci-
| pice and peered over. Indistinctly she could
perceive below the PROSTATE form Of poor
George. Not movement was perceptible to
| show that any life remained in him After
moment she turned aside sick and trembling
1t was too CHASTITY altogether! She must man
age to creep where he lay and ascertain hey ond
doubt the fact OF his life or death; longer sue-
pense was uncomfortable. Trembling in every
limb and with hesitation hitherto unknown to
her she went slowly down the rugged path and
bent over the unconscious form.
White and drawn looked the face; the eyes
were wide open, staring vacantly up into the
sky; and at the back Of the head was a ghastly
jagged wound, from which the blood was slowly
| sufferer lay. But faint futtering motion in
the pulse assured Bronwen that life was not
quite extinct although the fame of it might be
burning low.
Instantly she remembered that be carried in
his pocket flask containing brandy. and. find
ing 1t there, as she hoped raised his head very
gently and managed to get few drops between
his clenched teeth. Then, stripping of her
soft shawl she. after plugging the wound in his
head with strips torn from her handkerchief
| laid 1t upon this eXtemporized pillow.
Still no signs Of returning consciousness ap-
peared. Again she made an effort to induce
| him to swallow some stmulant, and this time
with greater success He revived slightly and
his eyes first wavered from that horrible fixed
stare, then closed, opened again and gaxed
vaguely up into Bronwen's face.
"What is il? where-am-I?- he mumured
feeblyi then recognizing the face bending over
his, my -Bronwen-what- wrong
less-like cad!'
Hush! You must not speak; you have had
| help"
As she spoke she attempted to rise, with the
intention of speeding down the mountain in
search OF assistance, but he put out Q feeble
hand and held her.
do not--don not leave me! shall die II Won
leave me alone Bronny-do not leave me!'
His eyes and voice were both wild with ter
ror, and the girl was at her wits end to know
what she was to do. In such an agitated con-
di1on the probabilities we're that he would. as
he said, die If left to himself And yet, lying
there, in that cold, damp fog, every moment Of
delay was dangerous. Suddenly an inspiration
came to her. She had with her q whistle such
| as is used by the shepherds for calling their
dogs and taking this out she blew upon 1t
loudly and shrilly, hoping that some of the
dogs about the farm might come to her call.
And sure enough, after the third time, Math
came bounding up the hillside, barking and
demonstrating his delight. Bronwen was SO
anxious and overweight that she threw her
arms about the shaggy neck Of the creature
and burst into tears.
"Oh, Math, dear old Math! You must do me
good turn and save his life!'
She stopped and told Mr.. Beldon her idea.
which was simply to tie a note around the neck
OF the creature and to send him home az ain.
Math appeared conscious that some mischief
had happened, for he shifted at Georges pros
| trate form and touched his face gently with a
warm and sympathetic tongue, then set back
upon his launches and whined most dismslly
Mr.. Beldon was relapsing into q swoon and
was barely able to speak, but managed to make
BrOnwen comprehend that she would find both
paper and pencil in his pocket book. Rron.
wen scrubbed a line hastily to Thomas and
fastened it around the dogs neck with scarf
she wore on her own, then contrived by Res-
lures and word or two in Welsh to make the
intelligent animal understand that he was TO
60 and fetch his master.
While she was doing this q simple thing
touched her deeply and completed the con-
quest gained by her higher nature, This was
nothing more than the sight of spray of white
heather placed between the leaves of the pocket
book.
Mr.. Beldon's injuries, though severe, and
resultinp in n long illnasr did not ,roxo 81.