Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1907-01-05

the road like book, but should like
our fellow to see where he's going in
the Berguner Stein"
SIS it dangerous
"A ledge for carriage way, and q
precipice for a ditch on the near side, is
not particularly pleasant for the nerves
when you can't see your hand before
YOU"
you have been here before, thenT
"Oh, yes" he said, and so we fell into
silence
1t was past six o'clock when we left
f'ilisur, tiny group of deep-eaved
houses, and dropped down the hillside to
the stream. AS we rose the further slope
through a wood of scattered pines, the
moon came peering out from behind two
bare and lofty peaks that lowered above
us into the southern night, lighting their
icy submits so that they glittered like
blades of polished steel 1t was scene
of such melancholy desolation that as our
horses halted on the crest of the hill,
lowered the window, thrusting out my
head for better view.
In front of us the white road curled
down into a gorge, an ink-black wedge
of shadow that drove into the distance
between silver cliffs bright with the
moonlight.
as this the place you spoke Off
asked.
IT'S the Berguner Stein, if it's that
you want to know" growed my cousin
from amongst his wraps. "Also, l wish
you would have the goodness to shut
that window"
But the remembrance of what he had
told me about the dangers of the place
sent my eyes to the drivers box As |
was leaning from the left-hand window.
| did not expect to see more than the
fellows hat; but, to my surprise, there
he was well in view, his coat huddled
about his ears. AS we moved forward.
the mystery explained itself. The man
| saw was not driving
We've taken up a passenger, Cousin
Graden," said l, pulling in my head
whats thatY" he asked sharply. for
my voice had been lost in the loud com
planning of the brakes as we trotted
down the decline.
THE drivers giving friend lift" |
cried, leaning towards him. 81 suppose
he picked him up at the last village
where"
l reached no further, for at that in
slant there rose from without a cry of
such utter terror that l sank back into
my place as if struck in the face by
crushing blow. l saw a falling body
flash by the right-hand window; the out
cry of the brakes ceased with grating
clang. And then, with bound like that
OF leaping horse, the great post-car-
riage rushed roaring down the hill.
l thrust out my head, clinging to the
stills of the open window.
The man upon tie box seat was LASH
ing the horses 50 that they sprang for
ward in furious bounds. Even as I
he cast away his whip with
peal of wild laughter rhat sounded high
above the turmoil of the flying hoofs and
the heavy wheels. He turned his head
bending sideways. the reins held loosely
in his right hand. 1t was the face of
Marnac that stared down upon me.
His hat had gone, his white hair
streamed backward in the wind. And
he was mad-mad with an open INSANITY |
If which I had observed no trace he
fore. He shrieked at me in triumph |
waving his hand now to the horses. now
% the chasm beyond the four-foot wall
hat guarded the road. He cursed mo |
With furious gesticulations. Even as 7 |
write, | seem to see those eyes staring |
It me out of the white paper-eyes pog.
Cling with the lust of murder. Heaven
lend that time will wipe that remem-
france from my brain!
l shrank back into the carriage. that |
ocked and swung and danced beneath
ne. Graden's huge shoulders almost
blocked the other window; but I caupht |
light of the CLINT of his revolver in the
Was it to be man or horse?
)ne or the other, if we were not TO lean
he precipice at the first sharp turn. Sud-
lenly he shouted, and again l struggled
o my post. In the darkness down the
Dad was the glimmer of lights. Nearer
nd nearer they drew, and l, too, raised
ny voice in a scream of warning. The
asst fifty yards we took in one bound
T so it seemed. 1 saw carriage grow
ut of the shadow that the cliffs above ns
rev across the road; saw our LEADING
orse swing to the left and leap blindlv
t the low wall that hid heaven knew
5hat frightful depths below; and then
nth a tottering slide that seemed to
french the heart out of me- we curled
s a motor skids, into one thunderous
rash that blotted out the world
MRS. HARLAND'S NARRATIVE.
CHAPTER XIV.
l have been asked by my dear husband