The Birmingham age-herald., 1909-04-18

I grief and remorse The thought tortured him; and 1t drove him to still more fu- rious efforts to raise the treasure of the Carmilhan.
 The Satanic whisper of the name of the ship still haunted every minute of hts sleep. Hunger disappointment. avarice and love for his friend all combined to make him little mad. At last he reached a state of mental emotion where he determined to do that which the lit tie yellow man had counseled. He felt
 sure that he would deliver himself to the
 Devil by doing it: but do 1t he would.
 He confided in Kaspar, who begged him
 on his knees not to insist on the terrible
 attempt All the prayers and petitions of
 the innocent fellow only maddened Wilm
 Fake and increased his infatuatlon. At last the good, weak fellow agreed to ac-
 company him and help him.
 The hearts of both men felt a sharp
 pang when the rope was tied around the
 horns of the pretty, gentle COW, which
 was their last possession. They had
 reared her from 0 calf and had declined
 to sell her, even in their need, because they could not bear to let her go into the hands of strangers.
 But the wild spirit that had taken pos session of Wilm Fake choked all bet ter feelings and Kaspar could not with stand his partners fiery will. The night fixed for their attempt was one of those windy September nights when the long winter of that far part of
 Scotland announces its approach. Black clouds of the night rolled heavily in front of a rough breeze and piled themselves wildly-like ice foes in the south of the Clyde. Vast and inky shadows flooded the gorges between the cliffs. The black pools In the peat bogs and the thunder ing beds of the mountain torrents seemed to Kaspar forbidding and fearful like the mouths of hell.
 Fake walked swiftly in front. Strumpf followed, trembling at his own boldness. Tears filled his dull eyes whenever he looked at the poor animal that followed so obediently and affectionately, going unconsciously to the death which was to come from the hand that always had fed and fondled her.
 After wearisome climbing and descend ing again, they came to a swampy valley tufted here and there with sparse growths of heather and moss, sown with immense stones and surrounded by forbidding chain of bleak mountains that lost them selves in gray mists.
 Seldom did the foot of man tread the desolate spot. An eagle rose screaming and flew off, complaining at the intru sion They trod over quaking ground till they approached great stone. The poor | COW lowed piteously as if she realized the terrors of the spot and knew that her | fate was decided.
 | Kaspar had to turn away to hide his | tears He gazed toward the defie through which they had entered, where sharp | ear could hear the distant growing and 1 booming of the sea Then he gazed hope 1 lessly and in fear at the far peaks, around | which coal-black clouds had settled and | from which there came at times a mighty 1 murmuring as if great voices were la J menting and accusing
 | When he turned around again he saw | that Wilm Fake had tied the-sow to the
 stone and stood with uplifted ax, in the
 act of felling the poor creature
 | The sight was too much for him. de- 1 spite his resolve always to accede to ev- l cry wish of his companion He threw him.
 self to his knees before his partner and | exclaimed. as he held up his hands:
 For the sake of the good God, Wiln
 Fake. Spare yourself-spars the beast | Spare yourself and me! Spare your soul l Spare your 1ife'
 Seeing that Fake did not stir, his voice