Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1903-12-11

This is not your quarrel yet, Jack.
Wait until l have failed to accomplish
my VOW, and then remember your OATH"
she said hastily.
b"Perhaps you are right, but when that
time comes this cur will have to suffer
for those words. If you have done what
you came here to do, let us be gone"
MY work for the present is done. L
have prevented him from meeting the
man he hates"
Turning, the strange girl led her com
rade away. Who this mysterious Jack"
was, the Captain had not the remotest
idea, and yet several times a spasm of
fear shot like a dart through his heart,
as if guilt warned him that there was a
reckoning between him and this person
age that must o or later be settled
in full.
or course, when Rogers acceptance
was brought to the Captain, he was
forced to postpone it for the time, and
the gentleman who carried it to him
thought he was wise when he saw the
wounds he had received.
The young Virginian was disappointed
when he learned how matters stood. for
since the meeting in the avenue Of elms,
and the challenge, he had been in a per-
feet fever to meet this impudent duel
list.
1t gave him pain to even look in the
direction of Richmond Terrace, and he
made up his mind to go abroad once
more. Having arrived at this determine
ton, the young master Of Darrell Chace
counted the days that must elapse be-
! f,rn h. na,,Il ,.@ H.. a.. .4o ...oa&.-.
The shadows were gathering late one
afternoon, and twilight was rapidly set
ting over the land, when Roger made his
way in the direction of his home. While
he was yet within a mile or 10 of Darrell
Chace, he was astonished to see a fe-
I male figure rise VI before him and bar
his way.
She was a young woman with great,
black, velvety eyes, and a face of the
pure oval type, and slightly olive in
color, though he had not much chance
to observe it just then, as she FASTENED
to speak.
1--WE are well met. Roger Darrell. You
have the same nerves of iron, | see, that
owned you master before, and not for
your life would you by start or word
own that you recognized me, and yet
there is not a person in the wide world
you would hate to meet more"
Her words were fierce and venomous.
and, leaning forward. she let her great
black eyes rest upon his face as though
she would read his very soul. The man
looked at her keenly. One might have
thought that he was now looking upon
her face for the first time.
1syNhn ~, L.. Sl.l "
The other did not seem to know at
first whether to get angry or laugh, but
finally did the latter, and there was
something cold in her forced merriment
that made him SILVER.
Behold in me a gypsy girl, daughter
of a queen, whom the silver tongue of a
serpent lured away from the home of
her people. She was outlawed from her
tribe and deserted by the white-faced
traitor whom she had loved and trusted
with her whole heart and soul. What.
then, had she to live for but revengeT,
The hand of the gypsy maid had been
creeping toward her bosom all the while |
and at this juncture she flashed a shining
stiletto into view. Roger Darrell caught
her by the wrist with a grasp Of iron.
! 'Glrl," Ne said, sternly, what would
you do?"
Dor she Missed; 81 would kill YOU,
snake in the grass that lured me from
happiness to a living death. | would
sever your black heart with this trusty
blade, dedicated to that purpose. Think |
not to escape the terrible vengeance of
the gypsy girl. She has followed Won
over land and sea, waiting for the hour
10 strike tha hnur ,.b,, -
most happy, and when life would be
MOST GEAR to you. A short time ago it
seemed that that hour had come. and
barbara Merriles struck the first blow.
Now, when she has helped to blight your
NE she m before you, ready to finish
the work with her dagger. You are
doomed, Roger Darrell, doomed,
"A hg Tor your threats, Barbara Mer-
riles. True, your name has often been
III my mind, but | have never had ocno.
sion TO fear you Come closer here and
iook me in the face. Then you may
strike with this blade If you darer,
ehe leaned forward and her eyes were
glued upon him for the space of a minnie
linen she uttered Il sharp cry. Roger
ioosened his grip upon her wrist. and the
hand holding the dagger dropped to her
side. "i
WIN You strike now?" he asked quiet.
~ while u strange look come into his
eyes. "'o ns
treat heaven! what have / seen? No
your life is sacred from my dagger Won
are not Roger Darrell. but the man who
saved me when / would have leaned info |
the mad river, and to whom | owe much,
what If l had slain you; nv own ito
Mouiu nave followed, for l never could
ave survived such base ingratitude.
Farewell my friend of the past. We
shall meet again" we
BEFORE he could restrain her she mad