The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1890-07-23
ETHEL DANES REVENGE.

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is triliing with me-that her doll-llke
face and baby tone have taken him
from me; and l will not endure 1t
LONGER. This evening will show ldm
that Ethel Danes love can not be
wounded with impunity, and l will
strike her, hope, to death. de SAID
he would come this cvening-come to
get me the flower"
The speaker. beautiful girl. just
completing her seventeenth year, stood
at 4 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 bolt,
and she consulted it as the last words
fell from her tongue.
"Georgina Grenville, if | can not
outwit you j. will don the veil and hide
nv face from the world forever. De-
siSnedly you have drawn him to your
side but, as designedly, l will take
him away. 1t is almost death to cross
the path of 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! I did not see him
come up the walk. Where were my
eyes9
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 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.
care you ready for the walk, Ethel7''
he asked. The evening is truly beau
tieul, the winds sleep, and
The Queen Of night
Shines fair with oil her virgin stars about herl
I skirted the gorge and listed to the
noise of the mad, muddy current. l
saw the tlower-that pretty flower,
Ethel"
so it is still therc!" she cried eager
1T 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. lit
shall greet the sun from your boudoir
window tomorrow, Ethel; I 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 Ellesmere. u
he said plucking leaf from the elm IN
whose dim shade they were walking,
land it's waters have reached the gorge
You can hear them now, Ethel.
The roar ofangry waters grew louder
as they,advanced through the wood, an6
at last they paused directly above the
torrent. The chasm of Ellesmere, the
deepest in all Cum berland, was before
them; 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 ot
the stones icy perspiration, beautitu
ferns and flowers fourished.
Frank Haze had often accompanied
Ethel to the spot they had reached. His
hands had fashioned rustic settee, land
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 impassioned girl; but
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-ths 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 on the lips of Georgina
Grenville a 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 magnihed mo!ehllls
thousand diameters.
II won him frstr' she was wont to
exclaim when alone. "Georgina
Greryille shall never wear him! What
| can not wear will destroy!"
Frank Hazel had often leaned over
Ellesmere Crags and pluckod ferns and
flowers for the impassioned beautys
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.
I He fastened across the chasm and
examined the flower. 1t Seemed at
first genuine tiger lily, but while it
belonged to the lily family it could not
bear that particular name.
1t was as large as his hand and grew
upon the end of rich emerald stem.
Its six spreading, somewhat crisp parts
+; or leaves were rolled back at points,
| and its ivory-white skin was thickly
| studded with scarlet points or studs
| To enhance these beauties, in the mid
die of each of the six parts broad
! stripe of light satin yellow gradually
lost itself in the delicacy of the ivory