The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-06-28

in the arms of that tall, confoundedly
handsome Highlander.
The truth is that Etheldene had STUN
bled and so hurt her foot, and that she
was pale and almost fainting with pain.
I'm do it now" Kissed Minton.
He made few steps down the glen,
then seemed to relent. He turned sharp
round, and walked back to the inn.
He heard enough at the public house
to confirm his suspicious. Enough in
praise of Etheldene, who, nobody doubted
would marry the young laird, and he was
almost a god in their eyes.
What a happy thing it would be for
her, all said. mo, Allan O'Den was not
rich at present, but he had been having
Tor TWO years about the splendid estates
Of Dunallan, and fortune had favored
him; he would soon be recognized as the
rightful heir"
If. the landlord told Minton, a grave
stone could only have been found. prov
other claimant, all would have gone dead
against poor Allan O'DeH.
And" asked the soi-disant sheep farm
er, is this Mr.. Allan O'Dell really likely
to fail into this landed fortune?"
%, yes, sir. was the reply; Ito pc
surely 81 to Re Pe sur surely there's no6ody else
our dear young laird"
The Kelpie's cliff and its surroundings
was an eerisome place. About here the
dark deep loch took a bend into and up
through the pine forest which grew with
in a, few yards of the top Of the steep
| black rocks.
Like most young men who are deeply
in love Allan O'Dell was fond of lonely
! walks, but on that bright and beautifuE
summers morning, on which our story
opens, he had another reason for visiting
! the Kelpie's cliff-apart from any desire
to fan in his Solitariness the hopeless
flame that Etheldene had kindled in his
breast-for here, and here only grew
wild flower that Mr.. Talbot had long de-
sired to possess.
Allan had taken his setter with him,
| but he was far away in the woods some-
| where, hunting on his own account.
The young laird was bending down near
TO the edge OF the precipice. He had just,
| to his joy, found the flower he had come
| to seek-when he heard a noise behind
him, and, on turning around found him
| self confronted by a strange looking fig
ure, with brown beard, and in the dress
| of a loWland farmer
I've got the drop on ye," he drawled,
| covering Allan with his revolver. But
II you've six-shooter with We, pull it
out, and I'll give you a show"
You scoundrel," cried Allan, would
| you kill an unarmed man. Here is my
purse If it be money you wish.
Mary a purse, and scoundrel yourself
Ye stand twixt me and heaven, and I'm
going to remove you, see?"
You are mad. YOU"
Allan made a step forward to close with
the fellow, and at that moment the pistol
Minton was bending over him, when
with the energy of despair, poor Allan
| sprang up, and then ensued the dreadful
struggle that, as Mary had graphically
described ii, mad caused the very heather
| to weep blood, and ended in Minton being
hurled over the cliff into the deep dark
water beneath.
Not long after this terrible tussle. Koo-
ran, the setter, had returned to the Kelpie
cliff and 1t was his mournful bowling,
as he sat beside the bleeding body of his
master, that had first brought friends to
the spot where he had fallen.
ITO be COncludedl