The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1891-04-15

SAID. moving clOSC Wy -" AAA~s
ing in a low. mysterious voice. sne
won't let me alOneS
Mo-
ssShe won't. Sometimes she climbs
MP among the stars at night, ana slts
there winking through m: bedroom
window all night long. Sc-eSimes sno
comes jumping down from the clouds
among the raindrops, and sometimes
there she is now. with three pair OF
| fms and face like a fish's.
He uttered an eldritch screech. as he
looked down into the clear, shining
deeps.
Lets escape from her." exclaimed,
vigorously Selling my oars "She can
follow us on dry land, that's certain.
Pull away
NO. she can't. We might hide among
the wood. only, if she should turn into
. squirrel and jump up and down
among the trees-she does sometimes.
"Well. then. we'll borrow gun and
dispose of her. said. still pulling des-
perately toward the shore, while the
perspiration. cold and clammy as mid
night dews, streamed down my temples
"What are you in such deuce OF a
hurry for?' demanded my companion,
rather morosely. Hold on little,
can't you?"
1 checked my exertion. Evidently he
was in no humor to be trifled with
mo hurry at ALL" said. as calmly
as possible; ''only, you see. the old
| witch is following you up pretty closely
, and"
I'VE are too near the Shore" he In
, terrupted. abruptly.
We were within a few rods OF the
t clustering bushes that 1 knew con-
= tanned help. Oh, heaven, could but
reach their friendly shelter. How like
: a mass of lead my heart sank In my
q bosom as I saw him catch up the oars
u and strike out once more in the con-
: trary direction.
But as he turned his head away
e caught ND the sheathed knife and flung
r it hurting upon the shore.
:. whats that?' he demanded, turn
s ing quickly round
Its your WITCH" I said, as uncon
) cernedly as could. Don't you thinl
| we OuQnC 10 90 3SIlCIc duO SCC " h<Ae Ao'
l. become of her?"
:, His ewes roved restlessly along tn
= green bank.
- Il don't know; what do you think?
'.Why. she is your enemy. No doub
&c it was she who spread the report
your death. You ought to address he
in a conciliatory manner; and If yo'
&c could once bring her to terms, wha
would prevent you from assuming you
&c proper station once more In England.
u That's very true. Here, head her i
, toward the land. / wonder l neve
~ thought of that before"
Poor fever-brained lunatic! Even i
the consciousness OF my own mort;
3. peril my heart ached for the Graz
=. flights of his sick fancy.
es We were close to the friendly lant
/ the long. silver-green tresses OF the WI
Mt lows almost touched my throbbin
/ forehead. when my strange companio
tn started to his feet, with yell tn;
As aroused all the echoes floating over tt
tn peaceful lake:
..Traitor-spy! double-dyed villain
no YOU have been deceiving me. Io,
Id hirelings Turk among yonder bushe
,e- But it is in vain.-the royalty of En-
ut land shall never fall prey to base ar,
a fees like these"
II He sprang toward me like an inful
at ated tiger. At the same time the Sho
re seemed to become alive with hurryir
en- figures. and with last impulse
l caught up the rope that lay coiled
nv the bottom of the boat with one end a
fixed to an iron hook. and threw it de
St perately shoreward. / could see ia
.ly form plunging waist deep into II
IN water to grasp at it; and then the elm
ing arms of my terrible companit
W. were wreathed around me, and kne
no more.
ad Are you better, sir?'
ex- Better? Yes-nO-1 can't tie
= Where am II"
hes Here. at little inn, snug in be
yer bnt you've had a stormy time OF
oc- What on earth possessed you to go IN
ly: boat with that poor gentleman?"
MT Mad. isn't he?" asked, with all {
frightful occurrences crowding ba
I'd? upon my mind. as one may rememb
-. the hldeOuS FANTASIES OI d lIouoA
vas dream.
lus Mad as March hare. sir: thin
"a he's Prince Albert. They say he's t
go worst case in the asylum, sir-escap
last night, and has been wanderi
OF about the shores all the morning"
led rs he safe at last?"
our eyes, sir: they had the deuce OF
his time getting hold of him. though.
an threw you overheard as if you had be
a willow twig and then swan like Il
l himself. Dick Dayton-that's his kee
we er, sir-says he's got the strength
twenty Samsons in those long arms
ace his"
my So ended that long. frightful morni
my among the peaceful solitudes
md Shadow lake: but carry an everlasti
IN. memorial of it in the shape of sing
lock of hair that CLEANS. white as S
dis yer, among the chestnut luxurian
to that curls over my temples. While
I1. <h4<