Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1907-05-30

Gry's battles in skirmishes with tribes,
thorough because of her.
Mrs. Tredennis had come to the quiet
little village of Croone, on the Dorset
shire coast, because she had happened
to see a highly colored print of it in
some ones photo album. 1t had not
turned out to be all that it was paint
ed-what does ?-upon closer acquaint-
ance, but Christabel and she liked the
scenery and the solitude and stayed on.
This was about their last day.
She was thinking of her soldier-lover
Tar across the waters, as she gazed,
when her mind was suddenly recalled
to her present surroundings by a NUT
tered exclamation borne to her ears
on the soft summer wind. She turned
round hastily and saw, little farther
on, tall, spare figure standing on
the very edge Of the cliff, an edge that,
as Christabel knew, was unprotected.
To call out would be to startie the
rash adventurer, whoever it was: but
the girl crept softly across the heath
er that lay between the figure and her
self till she was just behind her.
The woman turned round and almost
screamed Christabel, with fear knock
ing Mt her heart, brought there by the
lcok in the eyes riveted on hers, laid
a hand on the others arm.
Come farther from the edge: it Is
dangerous" she said.
The woman, who looked anything
from 50 to so, laughed.
Its the edge l like" she answered.
shaking her arm free OF the OBTAINING
hand and taking a step forward. Have
you ever walked over q cliff? Should
YOU like to come with me and try the
sensation now?'
Christabel looked round wildly. There
was no one in sight; the only sound
to be heard was the mournful cry of
the gulls.
story she had once heard came
snto her mind at that moment.
IFS nothing TO walk over cliff. !"
she returned, trying to steady her voice
at would be much more wonderful II
Won started at the bottom to walk 10
the top!'
The other shrugged her shoulders.
ITS a matter of opinion, of course
she said. let US try my way first. ]
want to go to-him. Don't you see be
4 Reckoning 10 me-over there?"
she glared ferociously out to sea
and gripped the girls arm In vice.
HE? Who?" asked Christabel, hop
ing thereby to gain time.
The ruse was for few moments sue
cessful The woman drew a photo
graph out of her pocket, and thrust i
under the girls nose.
Christabel started the blood had lef
her face, and her heart seemed to stoI
beating. 1t was portrait of her lovel
Jim Blakiston-she would know i
III a thousand. 1t had been cut out Of
an illustrated paper and gummed OF
to a correspondence card.
This man-what is he to you" she
asked hoarsely.
The woman laughed again Sleefully
"He-he is handsome, enough. ism
he?" she queried. You seem to ad
mire his picture-they all do. Come
we will go together and see him. H,
will be surprised; he loves me-h,
loved me once, and they said he died.
she lowered her voice, then raised i
again suddenly-"but it wasn't true
He is reckoning to me to come, and w
will go together, you and for 1 d.
not want to so alone. No? Then I viii
go alone!"
Whereupon fight, swift and sharp
ragged in Christabel's heart Why shoult
she not let this mad woman perish
WHY save her-for him the being sh