New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1890-05-21
ETHEL DANES REVENGE.

I have seen enough to know that he
is trifiing with me-that her doll-ike
face and baby tone have taken him
from me; and I will not endure lit
longer. This evening I will show him
that Ethel Danes love can not lie
wounded with impunity, and / will
strike her, hope, to death. He said
he would come this evening
get me the flower
The speaker. beautiful girl. Just
completing her seventeenth year, stood
at deep bay window, whose thick
curtains almost hid her welErounded
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.
'Georgina Grenville. if L can not
outwit you I will don the veil and hide
my face from the world forever. De-
signedly you have drawn hina to your
side but, as designedly, I will take
him away. 1t is almost death to cross
1.-The path of Dane. Perhaps you have
not learned this, for you are Noung.
Inexorable. fate has decided. that j
must be your teacher. accept the de-
cision, and this evening / teach YOU
e.. lesson you will never forget. Yes!
But there he is! | did not see him
come up the walk. Where We're my
eyes?''
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 we'll, 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. -.-.
Are you ready for the walk, Ethel?"
he asked. The evening is truly beau
tiful,. the winds sleep, and
The Queen of night
Shines fair with all her virgin stars about her!
I skirted the gorge and listed to the
noise of the mad, muddy current. l
saw the fower-that pretty flower,
Ethel"
so it is still there!'' she cried eager
ly.
.''It is, and in the moonlight looked
lovelier than ever. We will get it
presently. Seer' and drawing his coat
aside he-revealed a coil of rope. cit
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
':No,:no; it grew there for you, and
you alone shall have it. Come, Ethel,
let me go; I 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 Ellesmere."
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 Of angry waters grew louder
as they,,adyanced through the wood, and
at last they paused directly above the
torrent. The. ehasm of Ellesmere, the
. deepest in all Cumberland, was before
them; and farsbelow the cliffs in the
moonlight the waters rushed toward
the sea. It was. a narrow chasm, but
, dangerously deep, and its sides were in
many places quite perpendicular. In
other places rconcayities existed; and
there, nourished by the drip, drip of
the stones icy perspiration, beautiful
ferns and flowers hourished.
Frank Hazel had often accompanied
Ethel to the spot they had reached. His
hands had fashioned rustic settee, and
placed it near the edge of the preci-
pice. There, with the moon above
them and the waters beneath, they
had passed many hallowed hours. He
admired the imprisoned girl; but
L 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
tie cliffs had kept him from the courts
,ofthe little god. But he loved the So
.ciaty 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 ,yoluptuous-
nessof her heart. She was happy in the
thought that he smiled on none but
her, until she discovered that his name
was often on the lips ,of Georgina
Granville, a girl whose father owned
small estate on the Boyleston side of
the chasm. The discovery irritated
her. She watched, and heard more,
and her jealousy magnifed molehills
thousand diameters.
Il won him tirst!" she was wont to
excIaim when alone. .'Georgina
Grenville shall never wear him! What
can not wear / will destroy!"
= Frank Hazel had often leaned over
'EllesmeEe 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 a 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 wondrously magnificent
flower. thst pnened from q cliff in the