Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1897-01-11

tered these words ne arose from his seat
and together they walked away.
AS Lord Hordron heard these words
he inwardly cursed the soul of Roland
Hitter. He waited until the young low
ers had gone some distance, when he
emerged from his place of concealment
and quietly wendell his way toward the
castle. On his way he met one of his
servants, to whom he spoke few
words. The man $ face slightly changed
color as his masters voice fell on his
ear.
"a thousand pounds, Rupert, if you
perform the deedP' said Lord Hurdron
as he departed.
II understand, my lord" And the
man walked away.
Roland Hitter lived mile from the
castle Of Isfodel, and it was his fayorite
pastime to wander along the high bank
that bordered the ocean and listen to
the beating of the waters below. Rarely
day passed but that he spent portion
Of his time there.
On the afternoon following the events
just narrated Roland was walking lei
surely along the bank, gazing Oh the
blue waters, when voice fell on his ear.
IA bad place for man to fall fromp
"Ah, is it you, Rupert?" said Roland
as he turned around. "Yes, it is, as
you say, bad place. The best swim
mer. I warrant, could not live in such
a sea-"
"Yet his cries would probably reach
the CASTLE"
IT fear not. The sound Of the waves
would drown Them
The eyes of Rupert glittered with a
dangerous light as he heard these words.
''Do you think the edge Of this bank is
firm?" he asked. would there not be
danger Of it crumbling if one should
stand close to the brink?"
"None in the least. I have stood
many times within an inch Of the edge
and felt no danger whatever. See!''
As Roland spoke he stepped forward,
and presently only small space inter-
vened between him and the side of the
precipice. Ere he had time to return he
felt himself being pushed over the cliff.
Impulsively he stretched forth his hard
and grasped Rupert, his assailant, by
the arm. The latter struggled to free
himself, but in vain, and moment aft
erward the pitiless ocean received them
in it's depths.
That evening Lady Ella waited long
for the appearance of Roland, but he
did not come. She knew not that, toss
ed here and there by the angry waves,
his lifeless form was in the ocean.
The next day, as she was walking
along the edge Of the cliff, her mind
full of strange forebodings, the upturn-
ed face of her dead lover met her vision.
Her head swan, and she toppled over
the cliff. AS she fell the ocean clasped
her in it's embrace, and the gates Of
death were thrown open to receive an
other soul.
That night Lord Hurdron retired to
the red room. The nonappearance OF
Lady Ella did not seem to affect him.
As he sat down his thoughts reverted
to the past.
"Ha!" he muttered. "That young
scamp Hitter will no longer trouble
these regions! IT, ~
"Think SO. father?' interrupted a
sepulchral voice at his side.
Lord Hurdron turned his eyes to
whence proceeded the voice. As he did
SO he beheld the dripping apparition OF
Lady Ella leaning on her lovers arm.
"By my troth!" cried the astonished
lord. $50 you've returned, you base
scoundrel? Death be upon you'll"
As he spoke he drew pistol and fired
at the spectral form. When the smoke
cleared away. no one save Lord Hurdron
remained in the room.
For moment he hardly stirred.
Then his head dropped on his breast,
and his eyes put on glazed appearance.
When the servants entered, only the
dead body of Lord Hurdron remained in
the room.
The physicians pronounced his death
as the result Of heart disease, but they
knew not what was it's rightful cause.
The bodies of Rupert, Roland Hitter
and Lady Ella were never recovered.
The sea refused them to mortal man.
For years the red room of Isfodel's
castle was haunted. 1t is said that the
pale form Of Lady Ella often appeared
at the window, as il in waiting for some
one. The castle has long since been de-
stroyed, but the strange story connected
with it is still fresh in the minds Of
many persons in England Exchange.