The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1893-08-10
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''Winslow," said Newloye. sternly
when they had reached the open place
near the tree, Il want you to promise
me that you will leave this country to
morrow and never see Irma Huntley
again"
Il shall do nothing of the kind" was
the answer, cry haughtily given.
But, Winslow," Newlove spoke il
hard, metallic voice, ''she is engaged
to me. She promised to be my wife
long before you came My house is
built and furnished. Everything is
ready, and we are to be married soon
! warned you of this in time; now you
must go, willingly if you will, forcibly
If you must"
I'll not go step, you insolent dog
don't believe she was ever engaged
to you. She'd never marry an Indian,
The last words were Kissed rather
than spoken, for Winslow's anger had
got the better Of him But they were
scarcely out of his mouth ere Newlove
had sprung upon him. There was a
sharp, brief, struggle, then a knife
glittered in the moonlight and with a
cry Claude Winslow sank back on the
ground-dead
With the strength of a giant, New
love grasped his warm body and half
dragged, half carried it to the edge OF
the big spring and threw it in.
Down, down it sank into the boil.
ing sand below. For moment the
force of the boiling held it up, then
the clinging sand grasped it and little
by little sucked it under until it slip
ped out Of sight, the retreating water
! causing wave of sand to come to the
surface of the spring, rolling the water
so that the bottom was obscured from
sight
A moment after, the surface water
became quiet, the rolled particles of
sand sank again. and Oscar Newlove,
standing with folded arms in silence
above, saw the bright moon reflected
in the surface of the water beneath him.
and white sand boiling at the bottom
of the spring as before and no trace of
the body of the @an to whom he had
SO recently spoken, to be seen.
After awhile he moved slowly away,
washed his hands in the stream that
flowed out Of the spring, destroyed all
traces OF the recent encounter, turned
Winslow's horse loose and returned to
the hotel. Before daylight next morn
ing he was off for Milwaukee and
when he came back a week later all
curious questionings concerning the
disappearing OF Winslow had ceased
He was supposed to have returned to
the East on some sudden freak
As Winslow did not return to claim
autumn and congratulated herself on
her shrewdness IN not letting him
know of the seriousness of her tlirta-
ton with Winslow. But their mar
riage was not happy one. Some
mysterious influence seemed to be al
ways over them. Oscar grew taciturn
and gradually y returned to the ways of
his Indian ancestors, spending most
of his time in hunting and fishing.
Twenty years afterward, while fell
ing a large oak tree on his farm.
Newlove was fatally crushed by its
fall. In his dying moments he sent
for the magistrate and confessed to the
murder OF Claude Winslow.
In handsome modern farm house,
some four miles from the former vii
lage of Sodom, surrounded by barns,
stacks and sheds, which denote years
OF prosperity, lives happy family X
the name Of Sweet In summer time
when the house is full of visitors, the
young people frequently make up
parties and drive to Euthalian spring
for picnic,
When they return and sit on the
cool piazza in the twilight hour they
often call out Grandma Sweet, a hap
py, white-haired old lady, whose first
name is Dora, and she tells them the
story Of the Big Spring tragedy.