Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1894-07-26
His REVENGE.

piOooihk Aooh III bnctil1 Wulio piebtg DSiiio
was smiling and glanced rogulshly through
her dropping lashes
Peter and Selma were lovers and had
, been such from earliest childhood. or
course they had had their little quarrels.
but whenever Selma chose TO bestow "a
glance and smile upon Peter no had al.
ways been ready 10 come to her side and
sue for pardon.
!, Selma knew her power Peter had been
tho slave Of her will wheDeversifb asserted
TO- aud OF lat she had been very ready TO
put her influence over him 70 the severst
tests He had tried 10 rebel. but In the
end she had conquered. as usual. and In
spite OF himself he had found that he was
powerioss 30 resist the wayward whims her
fancy wove e. annoy and try him.
The sun was settling. Through the tops
Of the tall pines the rays sifted thsir gold
upon che ground st Selms's fest, where
che sat on an old driftwood log on the
bank Of tho river. The ferryboat was tug
ging gently 40 its moorngs as the water
flowed along a formed little eddy Just
below 10 The WIND seemed 10 have gone
TO sleep and the trees stood with unmov-
ing branches. a. II listening and longing
for his waking again
Poter was tho ferryman. His little home
nestled under the tall pines on the bluff
above the ferry landing. IL wos not a pre-
tenttous home, but he had tried 70 make
II az cory and comfortable as his means
would allow, and 6elsne's taste had often
been consulted Now, however, cloud
had risen between them, q dark cloud that
would soon bring a storm OF ruin and des-
olation behind 10 for one OF them.
II will not endure this playing fast and
loose with my feelings any longer" said
Peter. rising TO his feet "ff you love me,
Selma, you will not dirt with this stranger
any moro"
II never sought Mr.. Window" Selma
replied. He always comes 10 me, and he
never quarrels with me-"
THAT may be true. Selma, but he does
not love you like do-no man ever did
or willard I often feel as II could kill
him with one strong blow when I see you
together.
He stood there, a giant almost In stature
and strength, his eyes flashing with anger.
as Selma had never seen them before She
could not help admiripg him and felt
proud Of her power TO inspire him with
such passion.
There was no doubt In her heart that
she loved Peter, and she felt he would
willingly give his life for her II she only
spoke the word. But there was growing
waywardness In her nature. and even
now, when she longed TO throw herself
into his arms, that very waywardness made
her turn TO him with hooking words on
her lips.
"You should put a guard on your
tongue, OF 40 will get you into trouble
lot ~ Az lo n
am Tired Of quarreling with you and don't
want 10 have anything more 10 do with
you. What would the future hold for me
anyway-living penned up there In that
little coop on tho bluffr pointing her fin-
ger In scorn st the little homo Peter had
made ready to receive her some day IN the
future.
Peter stood Watching her hungrily, his
eyes bent upon her In silent questioning,
but she did not relent, she did not smile,
she did not bid him come 20 her side In
stead, she turned slowly and walked away
from him.
'6elmar' he cried, but she did not seem
TO hear him. Her feet never wavered as
she wended her way from the river up tho
bluff 30 where the last rays Of the setting
sun still fingered. leaving him In the
shadows below.
Day after day Peter kept closely at his
work. brooding over bis loss. There were
times when he told himself Selma would
roturn TO him. but she never came, and u
bitter hate against the man who had
stolen his love away from him was kin
died In his heart.
'I will kill himi'' he cried "I will 20
tonight and find him and choke the life
ont OF himi'
But he fingered on and on by the river
hoping against hope that Selma would yet
return 30 him. Thon hope died away alto
gether. and hate alone filled his heart.
A man. while crossing the river ono day,
told him that Selma had left her home
and gone to the city with Mr.. Window,
the stranger who had sojourned In the VII
lage for the last few weeks.
"Iwill follow them and kill himp' Peter
muttered, and the man went on his way
fully believing that Peter would do as he
had threatened.
But Peter fingered at the ferry. In tho
course Of time tidipgs came that Selma
was Mrs. Window, and that she was liv
ing In fine house In the city, where her
husband was n prosperous man Of bust
ness.
Petor only ground his teeth and NUT
tered, "In have my revenge yet some
day"
Tho days made weeks and months and
years. As the time passed, however, Peter
grow more aud more morose. and the hate
that gnawed inoessantly 40 his heart began
to show In oil his deeds and words.
One day the little home on the bluff was
on fire. and the people from the village
rushed there 70 6eht bbc flames and to try
to save whatever they could of Its furnish
ings. Peter wss soapding 40 one side, leap-
ing against one Of the giant pines. weeoh-
ing the destruction Of his home upmoved,
making NO attempt 10 save snytbing The
people looked upon him wrashfuliy. and
some Of them, more daring than tho rest
upbraided him for not making an effort TO
help put ovt the 6re.
Peter only smiled grimiy and would not
even reply 10 the Inquiries they made
about the origin Of the fire.
IL was easy 10 SEQ that no was not q In
vorite among them. The women espe
cially looked upon him with disapproval In
their eyes.
When the house was burned to tho
ground and Peter WAS homeless. one OF
two OF tho men approached him and Of
fered him shelter at their houses. These
offers no refused, however, telling them
that he had already formed somo plans
which made 10 impossible for him 10 ac-
sept their hospitality, and 30 thcy left him
% take care Of himself.
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