The National tribune., 1890-12-11
Tears, not rage, broke her stature down,
and she sank to the kitchen bench and wept.
he WAS roo TIPSY.

GeNldIlNI.
Child. as Mrs. Brad Beatty we will keep
this scandal in the family and all stand to-
gether. The popular lice OF jealousy havin'
been the motyf for the murder will skeer
away when they iiuI we is all happy and you
the Mistress yer
He put his hand upon her. She slapped
him in the face with strength that flung
him back into the shallow stairway and
capsized him.
Wicked old repcrbate and liar!n ex-
claimed Perry. az / am n murderer why
shan't / empty this kittle Of billing water
upon your ole dTFd-an' baked carcass? IL
! could be so base a story-tellcr, why needn't
] say that Brad Beatty, the worst man in
the country, robbed Mr.. O'ConnOr and killed
him? Everybody could believe that. ArChy
left his loaded gun with me, sir, to kill you
ef you should come home drunk and abuse
me; but ! don't Tequar it. Give me that
paper warrant, you Coward!n
She fearlessly approached and took it
from his hand, he submitting like n whipped
mongrel
Her eyes oyerlowed again to recognize
the mysterious parchment which had been
the concealed trouble of Mr.. BraddOcb
Beatty so long, and upon which was the
photographic cypher written by her dead
lover.
If this is warrant for me, Braddicl;,
I'll take it and deliver myself at the village.
Good-by TO You! ] hope the sperits who
wrote upon this paper won't come yer To-
night TO plague your dreams. So enjoy,
miserblc ole man, your wedding night"
With rile bundle and other effects she
bounded up the mountain by the nearest
course TO the summit
q che r4nplsI tho ofao~irrr yr7I1ra HE
AK had been so lately heard by her lover and
herself to be chopping like the echo Of their
kisses kind Of roar or rolling crash came
from the woodland tops below
What's that, wonder?" exclaimed the
! girl, and tainted.
At that hour, when the light was still in
! the sky but not upon the valleys, Old Brad
dock Beatty had just lain himself down
1 upon the bench which Perry had quilted
and his tipsy brain was settling TO the COM
! Portable conclusion that the girl must return,
because she had no other home.
"sHE DAREN'r SLEEP
in old Creeper Turtles damp cabin he
chuckled, "when she has a good dry home
like this with other peoples wood to steal
so close yer by She'll be an old mans
| bride, but he's n smart one. Nobody gifts
away WIN Olu Bitul Beatty.
lie wrapped a vision in his arms and
closed his eyes
The House in the Woods, which had given
its many warnings, fell in with low roar
and crushed him in it's ruins OF beams and
stones.
This was the sound Perry Turtle had
heard on the South Mountain top.
At that moment Sir James Athol for the
first time came in sight of the House in the
Woods.
He had hardly put his eyes upon it when
it fell like victim of the Medusa's glance.
| A heap Of dust and Of the smoke of the
extinguished kitchen fire arose for mo-
ment and all was still.
! Sir James Athol approached nearer. The
! fallen house showed two gables OF gray and
l rust-cOlored stone standing partly erect,
/ with the side walls fallen in and covered
/ by the black and rotten roof, which was
+ shapeess as a blanket; one gable almost
I erect upheld upon IFS cone a chimney Of red
\ brick, and in this gable were a large fire.
I place below aud q small one above, 10 the
\ front Of the latter a closet recess, and in the
I other gable remained only lower window.
Nothing stood of the front wall but the
I rear wall showed q basement door and q
] window in the almost limeess iamb toward
/ the spring The stone walls occupied so
much Of the cubical contents Of the House
/ in the Woods that the interior looked TO be
/ hardly II feet long and eight feet thick.
The front yard was Of good, soft, turfy
ground, and stretched nearly half an acre in
/ slope 10 some true forest trees. Over the
/ yine-clad tumbling fence which inclosed this
! yard, was a Tain-raye!ed dip Of
RoCK-sTREwS MOUNTAIN FUNNEL,
I dry Of water and suggestive of Salvador
/ Rosa's gloomy wildeTnrs-es, with the foliage
of the mountain STOPPING over It, and full of
green and rosy life, ike youthful maiden
/ embracing "A skeleton.
There are ruins in America, too" re-
/ hected Sir james; not of castles but Of an
infinite democracy which had pains, hopes
/ and passions"
The fallen beams were sound, but the
poor aiT-Slal.cd lime and washed-aWay sand
/ accounted tor the ruin, and these, with the
! floor roof aud scanty fixtures losing their
/ hold upon the crumblcd side walls had
i Sided into the center oi the hut like ashes
\ into a stove.
Through the concaye sides there showed
| from the swamp behind, as if growing ont
of the square portion Of iamb there, the
many stems Of large willow trees, black OF
j Ilnu anu athlttiC 4iOiA the damp, SITiuGy
soil. There also grew mp sycamore, large
wild cherry and other rank small trees, and
| grapevines fcsiOoned everything.
The spring itself started under n willowy
crescent ol maple trees with whitish bark,
and WAS diamOnd-shaped mirror of soft,
decp-black hue, like a negro's eye.
As Sir James surveyed the place and
stroIled about it, having tied his horse in
woods, he heard groan from the center of
the ruins.
Quickly picking his way there, he beheId
a mans face in the depths of the debris
pinned down by two hewn beams, while a
large stone had fallen upon the crown of his
head.
Sir James worked with all his might to
disengage the man, and at last drew him
out and carried him 10 the spring in the
dell
Repeated dippcrs Of water dashed into
his face revived the wretch a moment.
Are YOU hurt much, my friend?"
"Oid Brad Beatty's a dead man. His sins
hRs found him out"
What SINS"
"The paper viii tell. The faded paper
But it's faded; it's faded"
" You mean the parchment paper"
That's il. Them witch signs on il,
'spect, prophesied my death. Thar's one
man can do them Justice One--pOre
Creeper Turtle. But his memory's gone,
and put IL of too late. ThaT's names
| Thar's namcsi"