Licking Valley courier. [volume] (West Liberty, Ky.) 19??-current, 1912-05-02

The girl shrank back against the
wall and stared frightened. She feared
for her lover, she feared for herself
Strange primitive feelings throbbed in
her veins. 1t was an old situation,
when two male animals fought for SUI
premacy and the ownership Of fe-
male, whose destiny was entirely re-
moved from her own hands.
Armstrong had shown himself in his
true colors at last. She would have
nothing to hope from him If he was
the victor; and she even wondered in
terror what might happen to her II the
man she loved tiiumphed after the
passions aroused in such battle? She
grew sick and giddy, her bosom rose
and fell, her breath came fast as she
followed the painting, struggling, cling
ing grinding, figures about the room.
At first there had been no advantage
to either, but now after five minutes
or was 1t hours?-of fierce fighting,
the strength and superior condition OF
her lover began to tell. He was fore
ing the other backward. Slowly, inch
by inch, foot by foot, step by step,
he mastered him. The two interwin-
ing figures were broadside to her now,
she could see their faces inflamed by
the lust of the battle, engorged, blood
red with hate and fury, but there was
look of exultation on one and the
shadow of approaching disaster on the
other. But the consciousness that he
was being mastered ever so little only
increased Armstrong; determination
and he fought back with the frenzy,
the strength Of maddened gorilla,
and again for space the issue was in
doubt. But not for long.
The table, a heavy cumbersome,
fcur.legged affair, solid almost as a
rock, stood in the way. Newbold at
last backed Armstrong up against II
and by superhuman effort bent him
over 1t, held him with one arm and
using the table as a support, wrenched
his left hand free, and sunk his fin
gers around the others throat. 1t was
all up with Armstrong: 1t was only
q question Of time now.
Now Newbold guttered out
hoarsely, you slandered the dead wo
man married, and you insulted the
living one love. Take back what
you said before you die"
81 forgive him." cried Enid Matt
land. "oh, for Gods sake don't xii
him before my eyes"
Armstrong was past speech. TIL,
inveteracy OF his hatred could be seeI
even in his fast glazing eyes, the indo
mitableness of his purpose yet spok,
In the negative shake of his head. H,
could die, but he would die in his hat,
and in his purpose.
Enid ran to the two, she grapple,
Newbold's arm with both her own an,
strove with all her might to tear 1
away from the others throat. He
ioNel pulu ~ ulOIS dNlcullOu W ne
than If summer breeze had touche
him. Armstrong grew black in tn
face, his limbs relaxed, another secon
or two 1t would have been over wit
him.
Once more the door was throw
open: through 1t two snow-covered me
entered. One swift glance told ther
all. One of them at least had expec
ed 1t. On the one side Kirkby, on tn
other Maitland, tore Newbold ava
from his prey just in time to say
Armstrong; life. Indeed the latte
was so far gone that he fell from tn
table to the floor unconscious, choking
almost dying. It was Enid Nathan
who received his head in her arms an
helped bring him back to life Will
the painting Newbold stood starin
DULY at the woman he loved and tn
man he hated on the floor at his fee