The Press., 1894-05-31

Again the eyes of these two men met in silent struggle for mastery, those of the proprietor calm. clear and fearless, the others with the unsettled glare ot insanity. The girl, sitting puwerless in her saddle, held her breath in fearful suspense. At len tn North turned away and stood q moment with bent head as if lost in some strange rcvery. Sudden ly he thrust tis hand into his breast and drew forth small soiled and crumpled glove.
 Do you recognize it?" he asked, hold ing it up before the girl. ''It is your glove. You dropped it, and found and kept it. 1 have carried it about with me night and day. l have covered it with kisses. See! It is stained with my lips. There are tears on 1t too. Strange that man should weep over woman's glove! would sooner have parted with life than that glove. Now" he kissed it once more violently, then flung it down and trampled it into the mud with the heel of lis boot-.-'' there's an end of it. I have other work to do than crying over bit of senseless leath- err mans work, devils, work but sometimes forget, and my,,thoughts go wandering = wandering. Oh, he groaned, Eff could only crush this ter rible love out of my heart and brain as easily! It burns like fro from that lake where the wicked howl forever and are never consumed where I shall howl, too, soon."
 Any. enmity which Mollckton may havefelt toward tho .,incr pass Il away In tone which he meant to be at once mild and firm, he address, I him: ,,-''.Come, North, compose yourself and go quietly home.'
 His voice appeared to rcawalzen the partially allayed frenzy of the unfor- tunate man. He whirled round upon him with 8 savage snarl.
 'That's the work I had to do,'' he shouted. "That's the deed promised the devil-to kill you and drag you down to he'll with me. Fla! hal how you will writhe and scream and pray and how I will laugh and mock you, though I shall be tortured tool
 Before Monckton comprehended his intention or could lift q hand in self defense North had spru,ig at hls horse, caught the bits ir an iron H1 D and borne the animal backward u,.oll his haunch- es, crying, Down, down, you first and me after you!'
 In another instant, Tn spite of the girls pleading words and Monckton' s struggles to free himself, horse and rider would have been dashed into the deep, stony ditch at the roadside, when far off and untitled the solemn toIling of bell came laboring up from the val ley against the brisk wind. The sound seemed to paralyze the frantic mans strength. He dropped the bits and stood listening with features that gradually grew calmer, while shade of nameless dread crept over them. The other two listened with him, for they, too knew full we'll what the tolling of that bell portended.
 What-what is iti" muttered North, looking around him with vague inquiry. "Why are they tolling that bell?''
 ''I will tell you why,' answered Monckton, his face deathly white. "The water has broken into the Ten Foot Drive, and if single life is lost there you are to blame for it. Now stand aside!''
 With terrible cry. a cry of horror and remorse, North sped like a deer down the road leading to the village.
 Where are you going, Ralph?' ask ed the girl anxiously as she saw Monck- ton gather mp the reins and settle him. self in the saddle.
 'To the mine, ' he answered, though fear there is little hope. I have not heard the tolling of that bell since boy hood, but have not forgotten its dread