The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1892-02-11
ETHEL DANES REVENGE.

II have seen enough to know that
he is trihing with me-that her doll
like face and baby tone have taken
him from me; and I will not endure
it longer. This evening 1 will show
him that Ethel Danes love can not
be wounded withimpunity, and I will
strike her, hope to the death. He
said he would come this evening
come to get me the hower.'
The speaker, a beautiful girl, just
completing her seventeenth year,
stood at deep bay window, whose
thick curtains almost hid her we'll
rounded form. A pair of white hands
were clinched as if in anger, and dark
eyes contrasted wildly with ashen
lips. \ splendid gold watch, spark
ling with diamonds, glistened in a
black belt, and she consulted it as
the last words fell from her tongue.
''GeorGina Granville, if l can not
outwit you 1 will don the veil and
hide my face from the world forever.
Designedly you have drawn him to
your side, but, as designedly, I
will take him away. 1t is almost
death to cross the path of a Dane
Perhaps YOU have not heard this, tor
you are young. lnexorable fate has
decided that / must be your teacher.
accept the decision, and this even
ing teach you q lesson you will new
er forget. Yes! But there he is!
did not see him come up the walk.
Where were my eyes?'
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 lace prepossessing, and told that
he had not yet reached his majority.
care you ready for the walk, Eth
,el?' he asked. 1.-THE evening is tru-
ay beautiful, the winds sleep, and
The Queen of night
Shines fair with her virgin stars about her!
| skirted the gorge and listened to
the noise Of the mad, muddy current
l saw the hOWer-that pretty flow
er, Ethel"
$50 it is still there!'' she cried ca
:gerly
"It is, and in the moonlight looked
lovelier than ever. We will get it
presently. Seer' and drawing his
coat aside he revealed coil of rope.
cit shall greet the sun from Your
'boudoir window tomorrow, Ethel;
L want to see it in your hair"
She smiled.
but you shall not risk yourliGe 10
:gratify a foolish wish Of mine," she
said. LET the flower wither where
1T was born"
mo, no; it grew there for you. and
you alone shall have it. Come.
Ethel, le6 me 60; I am impatient."
He waited at the door until she had
thrown some light vestment over
her head, and then walked away at
his side.
1.-The rain was a flood at Elles-
mere he said, plucking leaf from
ne elm in whose din shade they were
walking, "and it's waters have reach
ed the gorge. You can hear them
now Ethel"
The roar of angry waters grew
aouder as they advanced through the
wood, and atlast they paused direct
ny above the torrent. The chasm OF
EIlesmere, the deepest in all Cumber-
land, was before them; and far be,
dow the cliffs in the moonlight the
waters rushed toward the sea. It
was narrow chasm, but dangerous.
.!y deep, and it's sides were in many
places uiteperpendicular. In other
places concavities existed; and there,
Hnourished by the drip, drip OF the
stones icy perspiration. beautiful
ferns and flowers fourished.
Frank Hazel had often accom-
panied Ethel to the spot they had
reached. His hands had fash
loned a rustic settce, and placed it
near the edge of the precipice. There
with the moon above them and the
waters beneath, they had passed
many hailoWed hours. He admired
the impassioned girl; but l canno1
say that he loved her. But at Is
years of age he did not think very
much'of the tender passion; his stud
les at his tutors residence not fa7