Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1891-07-25

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ere it came, and when it came at last to
cut short his agony, | embalmed his
corpse and set it up in my dining hall,
lamp in hand, to light me at my evening
meal"
A momentary shudder crept through
Madeleine's heart as she remembered
the supposed wax figure" in the great
dining room, and realized how terrible
was that hatred which had carried it's
vengeance even beyond the grave; but
after the overwhelming shock of what
she had just seen and learned this new
horror made only passing impression.
Then, continued the letter, ~ vowed
over the body of the woman who had
betrayed me that my whole life should
be one long vengeance upon the accursed
sex from which she sprang, and that as
| she had been false to me within three
months of our wedding morn SO every
other woman who fell into my power
| should am . Sithin the same time. How
| have kept my word the proofs which
this case contains may suffice to show;
and one more shall yet be added to them
ere die, let death come when it will
Gyuri Keretsenyi."
The letter dropped from Madeleine's
| hands. The whole mystery was terribly
clear to her now-her husband was a
murderous mailman!
| But even in the first shock of that fear
full revelation she felt strong compass
sion mingling with the instructive aver
/ sion in which she had always held him.
/ She could well imagine what intolerable
/ agony it must have been to that strong,
simple, impul.ive nature to find itself
wronged and befooled by the one human
/ being upon whom all the treasures of its
love had been outpoured. Such an in
/ jury might well change any man into a
! demon, and even now, with his life
blasted and his mind unhinged, enough
was left of his former self to show what
hero he might have been had not a
woman's soft, white hand poured poison
! into the clear current of his existence.
| But there was no time for such
thoughts now; her life was hanging by
hair, and it behooved her to devise
some way of deliverance ere it was too
late. OF the three months specified in
/ the letter as her allotted term of grace
| before being slaughtered like her pre-
/ decessors, barely fortnight was now
/ left--practically even less in fact, for If
she could not succeed in escaping during
Keretsenyi's absence, it was hopeless to
dream of doing so after his return, which
might occur at any moment.
But how was this to be done? Watched
f,1 ehn hxy
her husbands retainers, she had no
chance of getting outside of the castle
walls alone; and even if she could con-
trive to give them the slip while riding
out in their company, what then? She
did not even know which way to turn in
order to reach the more civilized region
beyond the mountains, while her jailers
knew the whole country by heart, and
nothing would be easier than to track
her down, for in that wild district lady
journeying by herself was sure to attract
universal attention.
What could she do? Oh, if she had but
one friend outside the walls with whom
she could communicate! But where was
such friend to be found? And then
there came back to her. bitterly enough,
the thought of the man who would have
given his life to save her, and who, ac-
cording to popular rumor, had killed
himself in despair at her betrayal of
him. Was she not justly punished now?
She had sold herself as slave to please
her father. and this was her reward.
That evening, as if the weird fascina-
ton of her approaching doom impelled
her to the ceaseless contemplation of
1 images of death and horror, she ascended
for the first time to the gloomiest part of
the whole castle. projecting tower of
massive though ruinous masonry, which
overhung the approach to the main en-
trance, and had doubtless been used in
former timesas post of vantage whence
the defenders might shower their mis-
siles upon an advancing enemy. This
turret bore the grim title of 1.-The Pit
Tower" name fearfully explained by
the traces of large circular opening in
the pavement of the highest platform,
which, though now covered over with
moldering and weather worn fagstones,
was still plainly visible.
Peeping tremblingly through the
chinks between these stones, Madeleine
looked down into black and hideous
gulf of unknown depth, out of which
rose foul, damp, grave like odor that
made her feel sick and faint.
This then must be the dreadful pit
darkly hinted at in SO many of her hus-
bands wild stories, into whose sunless
depths his savage ancestors were wont
to hurl their captive foes. Was this to
be her fate likewise? or was she reserved
for tne lingering death of that wretched
traitor whose unburied corpse now stood
in his enemy's banquet hall, lighting her
at her solitary meal?
Just then a soft strain of music stole
upon the dreamy stiffness of the even
ing air, and Madeleine, looking down,
saw near the foot of the wall one of
those wandering gypsy minstrels who