The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1894-11-16

l3se her-and kill her IL she Will moe
listen? Helen. l must hold you in my |
arms end tell you so. How furious |
she would be-or-would she be kind: |
] wonder IL sne cares?"
The chestnut. with the bride slack |
upon his neck. turned slowly from the
beaten road and trod upon the short
brown turf The hill grew sleeper
and more uneven beneath his hoofs
and the sun became tint more rudy.
ibid she think that was playing .
game with her hearts, she played
with mine? I would not wrong her 50
Il love her-I could not wrong her-I
could not play . false game with Helen.
How gloriousiy beautiful ste WAS
when she mocked my pain to-day. And
that wonderful heck OF light in her
brown eyes: one looks. and looks. and
never fathoms IT, YES will go to her
tonight ana force her 10 listen-and
10 yield"
Still the chestnut strobe on. his
shoulders strained 20 the work. his
glossy neck reeking from his Efforts,
his hoofs sliding over the dry. slip
perry turf a. he nearcd the summit OF
the Tor. Then they rested. and the
man sat easily IN his saddle and looked
away at the sunset The sky was q
4 glorious picture OF golden shores and
fiery waters. of iiame-edget cliffs and
purple isleis: il was magnificence-it
was spie ndor. and the passion OF the
mans love surged within him; and he
sat and gazed and stirred not and
thought no thought A. all while many
moments passed
Then the fierceness Of the sky passed
gradually from il. the burning seas
stretched out in peaceful purples- the
golden shores grew soft and tawny.
dimne~s fell on everything. from ths
valley below came the call OF farm
bow TO his cattle: the air grew cool
and lesyv. and on the mind of the man
there fell strange peace. and ms
thoughts came slowly
What would it mean if l did al
. that ! should be a villain II sn'
loved me she would trust me >E'
doe, not want me. and. even If she did
there i Margaret Ny God. Thu
wrong would be to Margaret. How
little thought of that Poor httl
Margzret-loving little girl"
The chestnut shifted his hoofs am
shook his head BY way Of variety. In
sunse, had vanished. all but delicat
af,erglow which family flushed IN
sky.
Ia man-with no more strengt
than that boa sting flesh and bloc
Of which heroes are rnade-with d
courage to fight a passion and kes
true TO promised wife Little Ma
garet-please God she Will never lear
81 this Tomorrow | will 20 back
II her
II Blu, from a crag hard by there aro'
e suddenly a swift. shrieking night-bir'
and the mans plans were slain at the
u birth
e With a wailing note the bird strue
u the air with its wings and wheeled u
N wards TO the sky. The chestn'
is started. ssverved. reared. then TO
&c across the turf as il a very fiend ciur
?: AZ his launches The man strove
- grasp the slackened bride and Gu
the creatures pace. but this latter W
- impossible: the turf was siippe
Mt beneath his hOofs. the i<At was q
er and t-eachcrous. powders were tnics
Y. strewn all round about the summit
~e the Tor. vet snorting. straihif
stumbling. terrified. the horse new
m on towards the sheer. precipitc
of ground on the other side
IN Then did the mans thoughts coul
d. through his brain with the swittn'
a Of a mill-race. Il am going TO
en- killed. In q small number of mome'
IN II shall be lifeless can never h'
.fy him in-fhe DEVILS jurnp-is must
near. What will death be like. w
IN der9 How sudden it all IS am
ne die am TO die now.
IN There came a crash. stumble.
ter chestnut struck his hoof on the sla
IT ing side OF bowlder- fell forwa
ry- rolled over. dovn-down-"Ma rgai
mt. my motner-will they ever knc