Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1897-12-22

men, 20 and do it like other thieves.
Be at least man and don't skulk be-
hind my pettiooats. I'll never speak to
that German again, swear"
The man turned shade pale now
and bit his lip. Then he swore under
his fair mustache, and his voice was no
longer steady when he spoke. He began
to fear that she was in earnest and this
made him angry.
81 will make you do what I wish"
he said, and he laid his hand on her
wrist
She shook it off with toss of con-
tempt
"Bahl Do you think am afraid Of
you?" she cried. "Do you think have
ever done what you wished because I
feared anything you could do to me?
You poor, conceited fool. I'm no more
afraid Of you than of a rat!" And she
laughed derisively.
At this all the color left his face with
rage. He gripped her wrist firmly and
held it while, with threatening brow,
be said in a voice harsh with anger,
"Unsay that at once or your father
shall rot in Jail" "
"You cowardr' she cried, and, stung
by the words and the gesture into a
paroxysm Of rage, she raised the light
umbrella she was carrying and struck
him with all her force across the face
while wrenching her wrist from his
grasp
BE was standing close to the edge Of
the steep rock, with his back to it, and
in his surprise and dismay at the blow
he stumbled hastily back, and, losing
his footing, slipped over the edge. As
he fell he managed to catch with one
hand at the ledge of the rock and re-
manned hanging by one hand over the
dark, deadly abyss
For an instant he hung thus, looking
up at her, his face salt white and wet
with fear and rage, while he made
frantic efforts to get a hold with his
other hand.
Before he could do this, however, the
girl, mad with the rage he had stirred
in her, raised her foot and stamped her
heel with all her force upon the mans
white, strained fingers.
He uttered loud, sharp cry Of pain,
and, unable to retain his hold, disap-
peared over the face of the rock.
1t happened so suddenly that the
young wife stood gazing at the place
where he had fallen like one dazed
with horror.
But it was only for an instant. Then
she drew herself up and raised her head
as if wit, an instinct of defiance.
She waited some time and listened.
Then she bent forward and called to him,
"Pierre, Pierrel' and she was pleased
when no answer came. Lying down at
full length, she tried to look down into
the gorge, but a slightly projecting
breast of the cliff prevented her from
seeing to the bottom. Finding that, she
moved away and went to another spot
and tried to get glimpse Of the place
into which he had fallen. She thought
she could see him lying far down below,
but the light was thickening with the
growing storm, and she was not certain.
But she made no effort to get help
and, when she had waited until the time
came for her to leave, in order to catch
the train at the station she walked away
quickly.
She was glad and her heart was
beating with an infinite pleasure that
the man who had gloomed and ruled
and deadened her young life was dead.
He had been too hard taskmaster
for her not to be thrilled with sense
of pleasure at the thought Of freedom.
The first chapters of this intensely
exciting story will appear in The EN-
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