The Olneyville tribune. (Providence, R.I.) 1893-189?, 1894-01-13
OUT OF THE DEPTHS.
A TALE UF THE MINES.

me?"
But il seems that / have looked
into your eyes and that they have
given me a different answer thar
your tongue. Deny it or not, Kate
your eyes have looked into mine and
told me that / had a small place in
your heart. ] have seen it, say what
you may, and though your voice was
silent, your eyes, my bonnie Kate,
have whispered soft promises that
caused my temples to throb and blood
to rush to my head, until | seemed
half mad with joy"
She, a stalwart English lass, brown
as a berry, as handsome an example
Of a working woman rs ever lived,
laughed. IL was a musical, bewitch-
ing laugh, but IL sounded like IA death
knell TO the mar who stood before her,
with face afiame with passion. He
was a tall specimen of the Anglo
Saxon type of miner, with arms like
a blacksmith and the legs and thighs
Of an athlete. Kate was the daugh-
ter Of the captain of the mine, and
came from the same part of England
to America when the mining industry
here was almost i'm it's infancy; when
there was no over-production OF any
ore, and fortunes were more easily
made than now. For some time
Geofry had been sutton for her hand,
and Kate had played fast and loose
until at times the demon OF jealousy
ragged so furiously that he was almost
beside himself. TO see his Kate, up
right as a sapling-Kate, whose every
movement was the majesty OF motion
with the figure Of n woman, and the
heart and caprices OF n maid with
the soft eyes OF n deer and the
tongue of q shrew-to see
Kate. the embodiment OF noble physi-
cal development. in the arms Of an
other at the dance, with no word for
him, was torture, keen and exquisite.
And then when he approached her,
the angry flush upon his face, there
was balm in Gilead" in the soft
glance she shot at him, and he forgot
his resentment in the contemplation
Of her face. And o at twilight time
they two stood just without the door
Of her fathers cottage. The sun was
going down in n haze like that seen
on the ocean. IT was not n golden
sun, though so near its resting place,
but a sun OF silver, bright and shin
ing, in harmony with the snow-covered
surface of the earth and the gray sky.
Above the hills the shaft-houses were
sharply defined against the sky, and
in the distance the forests - those
noble Michigan forests-seemed like a
dark fringe around the pallid land
scape. The mar drew nearer to the
woman.
Can you deny, Kate, that your
eyes have told me you might care for
me?"
"Pshaw! A woman's eyes, Godfrey |!
They may say many things they do
not mean"
"You mean you have been playing
with me-"
"Oh, l do not say So"
Kate, take care"
"Of what ?"
"You are playing with fire, lass.
My love must have its way-you
must be mine"
"Must9 Indeed! You have n
pleasant manner Of winning n woman.
Surely / may love whom l choose"
Yes; and you love that Norwe-
gian. At the dance I saw how you
looked at him-how you encouraged
him, while ] stood aside with the
rage in my heart TO kill you both.
Before that scoundrel came between
us two"
"You forget yourself to defame n
man behind his back. IL is cowardly
If he were here"
You defend him. You love himP"
Deiantly "And il it were true2"
He grasped her arm with a cry.
ut cannot be, Kate. You must
love no one but myself. You belong
to me, lass, and l."
LET go my arm"
~ will not"
Coward !"
Perhaps"
II shall hate you"
ut is as well since you do not love
me-"
AT last / understand you. / de-
spise you now that / know you. Let
go of my arm"
mo"
ut is the part Of a mar to exert
brute strength over a woman. | be.
lieve you are coward enough to strike
a woman"
"What!"
He released her arm and stood be
fore her, pale as death. One hand h,
passed %nervously through his hair
while his features worked convulsive
ly. She, with figure erect and blaz
ing eyes, confronted him.
III that is your last word, good
bye" he said. Tell your Norwe
gian to look out or / will kill him."
Perhaps he's a better mar thal
you"