Pike County press. (Milford, Pa.) 1895-1925, 1903-08-21

But hist 'Tis not al the storm
Peck, peck Rat-totl A knock
And some one waits Without
She glances, startled, at the clock
So latel who can it be, when harki
Again She nears a sound
And mid the dashing Of the rain,
A football on the ground.
Back in her chair, fair Ethelyn sinks
AS the window opens wide.
And a pallid face, with burning eyes
Peers wildly round inside
Over her face, her long black hair
Is streaming wildly down
Her wet, bedraggled garments trail
Around her on the ground.
She stops and one hand pushes back
The wet hair from her eyes.
On Ethelyn her gaze is fixed
Her weird tones now rise.
Oh lady fair, have no fear OF me,
I bring you tidings true,
OF one whoin the years gone by,
Was more than life to YOU
Lady, beside the streamlet swift
He lies alone IN pain.
He begged me haste to you and pray
That you pardon him again.
Hastning to you on the wings Of love,
In the storm he met his fate.
Pard IN him, lady and I will haste.
E'en now, perohance, too late
Ethelyn, with a stiffied cry,
Springs up from her easy chair,
No doubt has she Of the womans tale.
Her heart is full Of care.
One glance around the cheerful room,
Then out into the night
She follows close her weird guide
Now to the left, now right.
On thro' the darkness speed the two.
The lightnings lurid tongue
Lights up the scene with awful glare,
And deep the thunders rung
On, on they go, poor Ethelyn,
Her heart seems scarce to beat
She feels oppressed with awful fears,
And seems a fiery heat.
Trembling, she can hardly stand
Hcr guide still drags her on
Bear up, fair lady, our journey now,
Is almost, almost done
She hears the brook, a torrent now,
Oh now she must be brave.
But is he still alive, the one
Whom she has come to saver
oh Ethelyn, sweet lady fair
A mocking voice now said.
Know this, while still you hear my voice
Your lover true is dead
I was his wife, you need not shrink,
My love was wild and mad
l made him think that you were false.
oh the happiness hadl
He loved you and he hated me-
For he found my secret out.
Despised me, scorned me, worshlpped 20
OF that have not doubt.
l made his life hell on earth,
His handsome face grew white
His form grew bent, his quick steps lag
To me joyous sight.
For all my love had turned to hate.
The bltterest hate in life.
It maddened him to think that I,
Not you, should be his wife.
He left his home and travelled, far
And wide DER land and sea.
But naught could save him from my hat
Or part him far from me.
IN look upon her face once more,
My little love so pure,
She always helped me to do right
Perhaps I can endure
My hopeless life with patience still,
If take but one glimpse more
OF thG6 sweet face, then hasten death
Quick to the other shore
heard him murmur low one day,
When he know not was near.
So when he started. came too,
And thus we both are here,
I followed. And my rage grew hot,
As thought Of his love for you.
1 orept upon him in the dark,
My trusty dagger drew.
The lightning showed me where to strik
did not fear or start,
But buried deep my da ger true
Deep, desp into hisheart.
: AS he fell, he gave one sharp, low cry
The handwork of my wife.
r And Nell you've done the kindest thing
To end my weary life.
I hate you now as I hated bin.
Ethelyn his dying lips had said.
So on came, to lure you out
Soon you too shall be dead
Then my revenge viii be complete.
None triumph over me
When both are dead and by my hand
Then happy shall be-.
In an iron grip Of her slender hand,
She grasped the helpless girl,
And dragged her to the rocky ledge,
As though about to hurl
Her down, down on the cruel rocks
A moment her hand she stayed
Then buried deep In Ethelyn's heart,
The cruel, orael blade
p Then fang her down on the rocks below
As the other fell before.
e And the dashing spray enfolds the two
/, Who'll ne'er be parted more.
When morning broke, the sun shone do,
: Aghastly sight was seen
d, Two corpses lay by the torrents side,
And the mossy carpet green.
Was crimcon stained by the red life bloc
OF the fond hearts lying there.
7 And Neil, wild Nell, was raVing mad
As she sung IN the bright suns glare
in the woods when the tempest RACES
a The villagers still declare
They see the Innocent victims
And the maniac murdereas there
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