The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1891-03-15

suspiciously. Are you trying to play me
trickf Yon might e safely play with
that lightuingT
newed efforts 70 arouse her. my God.
what can have happened Have Ne muir
dered heri Judith Judith r.
"You cannot deceive me-" said Mar,
with > sheer. aUnless she awakens at
once you viii suffer the consequences.
You know what they are"
"Oh. God udith-mercy--4ave mel
cried the other, falling in agony on his
knees beside his daughter. There was no
response After moment of dead silence,
while even the voice of the storm seemed
hushed, Mar slowly raised his arms.
Armvtage started wildly to his feet, utter
ing piercing scream that died away IN q
cultural quaver. With his hands before
his face, he appeared to be striving 70 light
throat. He staggered backward. stumb-
ling and reeling, till he was caught in an
angle of the wall, where he crouched down,
. chuckle Of imbecile laughter dTibblink
through his lips Then an iron hand fell
on Mars neck. "What are you doing.
Bolzito Sartane?" said the deep voice Of
John Revell.
Mar turned with savage CRY and strug-
gled furiously to free himself. He was
strong aud 1.-the as . serpent, but he was
held BY the strength of lion The strug-
gle lasted but for few breathless minutes.
Revell forced him down. and, with his
knee upon his breast, disarmed him of the
knife concealed at his side. Then he flung
him off and confronted him sterniy.
81 know your history" said he. "This
is not safe place for you. God sent me to
protect this girl. / fought you and your
wretched victim there with your own
weapons. Now, be of, or will show you
no more consideration than you meant to
show hlm-and herr
"Isut she is deadl" snarled the other.
no, she lives, !" replied Reyell, "and her
life in future will be safe from any infiu-
ence except what comes from her own
heart and will. Awake, Judith" he con-
tinue1. reckoning to the sleeping girl.
THE trouble is past. You are free"
She sighed, moved, Enclosed her eyes
and slowly raised herself on one arm. Her
glance, at first bewiidered, finally rested
on Revell, and with smile she rose and
came to him. He put one arm round her
shoulders and so faced the defeated enemy.
But he, by whatever name he might be
known, seemed to dread the regard of her
eyes more than the power of man. There
must have been the remnant of something
human In him. He covered his face and
skunk back into the shadow OF the room.
They did not see him pass the threshold,
but when Revell revived the light of the
lamp he was gone.
The storm passed away during the night
and the morning was as fresh and pure as
maiden's soul. Walking along the dimp-
ling margin of the blue sea, Judith and her
lover came to the grove of cedars. The
largest of them had been struck by light
ning-bolt and was split from summit to
base, and the headstone Of the grave was
shattered.
And there lay the body of man, SEEM
ing to wear the features of Mar. Yet the
face was that of an aged man, with grixzled
hair and furrowed skin. He was dead, but
there was no mark of death upon him.
Perhaps he had died long before, or per
haps the vision of an untainted love had
smitten him with the death to which comes
no hereafter.