The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1909-11-25

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tricked him. Less than so PAGES below
they came On a cabin. close to the foot
OF the waterfall. The door was not
fastened-for wha. in such a place,
was there to steal land Colonel John
thrust 1t open with his foot The In
terror was dark, the place was almost
windowless; but he made out the form
OF an old crone who. nursing her
knees. crouched with q pipe In her
mouth beside a handful Of peat Seeing
him the oma tottered to her feet
with a cry OF alarm, and shaded her
eyes from the thrush OF daylight. She
gaboled shrilly, but she knew only
Erse, and Colonel John attempted no
explanation.
that tongue. And he laid Flavia, not
urgently, but very quickly, on tho
floor. He turned about without another
word, shut the door on the two and
hurried along the path at the full
stretch OF his legs. In half a minute
he had overtaken his companion and
the two pressed on together IN the
heels OF the main party.
The old beldame, left alone with the
girl. viewed her with an establishment
which would have been greater II h
had not reached that age at which all
sensations become dulled. How the
lady OF the house, who was to her both
power and providence, came to be
there, and there in that state, passed
her conception. But she had the
to loosen the girls frock at the Aeck,
to throw water on her face and to beat
her hands. In a very few minutes
F1avia, who had never swooned be-
fore-fashionable as the exercise was
at this period in feminine society
self.
Where am II" she muttered. Still
for some moments she continued to
look about her in a dazed way. At
length she recognized the old woman
and the cottage. Then she remembered,
with a moan. what had happened-the
ambuscade. the flight, the knife.
She could not TURF whittier, but she
shuddered and closed her eyes. At
last, with shrinking, she looked at her
dress. Am hurts" she whispered.
The old woman did not understand,
but h patted F1avia's hand. Mean
while the girl saw that there was no
blood on her dress, and she found
courage to raise her hand to her
throat. She found no wound. At that
h smiled family. Then she began to
cry-for she was a oma
But, broken as h was by that
moment Of terror, F1avia very quickly
overcame her weakness. She rose, she
understood and h extended her arms
In rage and grief and ~unavailing pas
sion.
She would that the villains had kill
ed her! She would that they had An
tshed her life! Why should she sur
vtve, except for v~engeancei For not
only were those who had trusted them
selves to the McMurrough perishing
v now In the hands Of ruthless foes.
but her brother, whom her prayers, her
influence, ad brought into his path,
he, too, was shared. OF his fate also
there could be no Doubt
h felt all that was most keen, most
poignant. OF grief, Of anger, Of indigna-
ton. But the sharpest pang Of all-had
h analysed her feelings-was inflicted
by the consciousness Of failure, and Of
failure verging on the fgnominious.
The mature take good and evil fortune
as they come, but to fail at first set
ting out in life, to be outwitted in the
opening venture, Is a mishap which
sours the magnanimous and poisons
young blood.
She had not known before what it
was to hate. Now she only lived to
hate; to hate the man who had shown
himself so much ~cleverer thar her
friends, who, in a twinkling, and by a
single blow, had wrecked her plans.
duped her allies, betrayed her brother,
made her name a laughing stock, robbed
Ireland Of a last chance If freedom!
Who had held her In his arms. terrified
her. mastered her! Oh, why had she
swooned? Why had she not rather,
-disregarding her womanish weakness.
her womanlsh fears, snatched the knife
from him and plunged it into his treach-
erous breast?