The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1897-11-20
"they will think he fell over" he 5ad-
ded, with a fiendish chuckle. III ~
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Hist said another. "the girl may
wake <@5
She could hear no more, for they
moved away; but the iron had entered
her soul, and jealousy had made a
woman of the girl of yesterday. Cover
the cliff to see his sweetheart" then
she could never be anything to him:
Then all her passionate nature rose in
revolt; no one else should have his
love, she thought; they might throw
him from the cliff, she would have the
remembrance of that kiss of yesterday,
and after he was dead she would 60 too,
and find her lover in the cruel waves
where they had flung him, and he
should be hers in death. & *%*. .=.
She covered her head in the bed
clothes and shivered and wept until
morning; then with the bright sun
came better thoughts, and she remem-
bered the grand picture that was to go
| out into the world-she must save him
or it would not be finished. She would
go along the cliff road at evening and
warn him of his danger. So, alternat-
ing between love and jealousy, she
spent all the day, and when the sun
sank to rest behind the hills she was
on her way over the rocks and up onto
the cliff, where she could hide herself
and watch for his approach -
1t grew dark, and the moon was hid
den behind black clouds; storm was
| coming up; still she did not stir; the
| thunder rolled, and lightning lit up the
heavens with fitful dashes. Perhaps
he would not return tonight, and she
prayed he might not, although it was
agony to picture to herself the lady at
the chateau pleading with him not to
go out into the night. Hark! that was
his voice surely singing softly to him
self, and in one of the flashes she saw
coming from the chateau road the form
OF him she loved; in one swift moment
she exulted that he had left his lady
in spite of pleading; but the feeling was
brief, for from the other direction she
heard voices, and realized that the evi!
| deed planned in darkness the night be-
| fore would be execurel unless she could
| prevent it. Nearer and nearer t-iey
! come until they are almost opposite her
hiding place.
Holy oMother! what can she do! There
is no time to warn him, as he comes
jauntily on to his doom, and she sees
like flash his mangled form on the
rocks below, to be washed out by the
cruel waves in the morning; then the
picture rises before her in all it's di-
vine beauty her brain issburstinga with
excitement. Unknowingly she rushes
out of her concealment, and the ruff
fans, seeing the form in the darkness
think their victim is in their power.
In her frenzy she has gone too far;
one false step and she falls over the
cliff; lightning flash lit up the sky,
and there was one shrek as of lost
soul as she went over the edge. The
men turn and flee for dear life, think
ing in their superstitious fear that evil
spirits are pursuing them. In an in
stant all was over, and, unable to find
the cause of the disturbance, the artist
keeps on his way home.
The next morning the village rang
with excitement, for the frightened men
mad confessed all, and the body Of the
girl was found in the surf.
The maiden had sacrificed her life
for her friend, and although he never
realized that his thoughtless kiss had
cost her her life, he undertook the SIM
pie burial, and placed a white cross
at her head, and he and his beautiful
wife make yearly pilgrimages to the
little grave of her who gave her life for
his.-Boston Herald.