Licking Valley courier. [volume] (West Liberty, Ky.) 19??-current, 1912-04-25

than he. There was doubtless no 9TH
er man in the mountains. He had ex-
pected to find him when he approach
ed the hut and was ready for him.
To the fire Of his ancient hatred and
jealousy was added new fuel that
Increased its heat and fame. This
man had come between Armstrong apd
the woman he loved before and had
got away unscathed; evidently he had
come between him and this new wo-
man he loved. Well, he should be
made to suffer for II this time and by
Armstrong; own hands. The in
slant Newbold had entered the room
Armstrong had thirsted to leap upon
him, and he meant to do It. One or
the other Of them, he swore in his
heart, should never leave that room
alive.
But Newbold should have his chance.
Armstrong was as brave, as fearless,
as intrepid, as any man on earth.
There was much that was admirable
in his character; he would not take
any man at disadvantage In an en-
counter such as he proposed. He
would not hesitate to rob man Of his
wife II he could. and he would not
shrink from any deceit necessary to
gain his purpose with a woman, for
good or evil, but he had his own ideas
of honor, he would not shoot an en-
envy in the back for instance.
Singular perversion, this, to which
some minds are liable! To take from
man his wife by subtle and under
hand methods, to rob him of that
which makes life dear and sweet
there was nothing dishonorable in
that! But to take his life, thing Of
Infinitely less moment, by the same
process-that was not to be thought
of. In Armstrong; code it was right,
It was imperative, to confront man
with the truth and take the consequen.
ces; but to confront woman with lie
and take her body and soul, II so be she
might be gained, was equally admir-.
able. And there are other souls than
Armstrong; in which this moral in
consistency and obliquity about mer
and women has Judgment!
Armstrong confronted Newbold
therefore, lustful Of battles; he yearn
ed to leap upon him, his fingers itchet
to grasp him, then trembled slightly al
he rubbed them nervously against hii
thumbs; his face protruded little, hi!
eyes narrowed.
my name Is Armstrong" he said
: determined to precipitate the ISSUE
without further delay and fiinging tn,
words at the other in tone of heC
| toring defiance which, howeve
/ strange to say. did not seem to effec
: Newbold in any perceptible degree.
} The name was an illumination t
: him, though not at all in the way tn
speaker had fancied; the recollection
: Of 1t was the one fact concerning he
= that ranked in the solltarys mlnt
He had often wanted to ask Enid Mai
|. land what she had meant by tina
a chance allusion to Armstrong whic
r she had made in the beginning Of thei
acquaintance, but he had refrainet
!. At first he had no right to questio
v her; there could be no natural end I
O their affections; and latterly whe
their hearts had been disclosed to eac
!. other in the wild, tempestuous, pat
sionate scenes of the last two or tire
!. days, he had had things of greater mi
ment to engage his attention, subject
n of more importance to discuss wit
her.
!. He had for the time being forgotte
q Armstrong and he had not befoI
4 known what jealousy was until he ha
!. entered that room. To have seen he
!. with any man would have given hi
\ acute pain, perhaps just because b
had been so long withdrawn from h
man society, but to see her with tn
man who flashed instantly into h
recollection upon the utterance Of h
4, name was an added evaporation.
a. Newbold turned to the woman
a whom indeed he had addressed h
1. question In the first place, and the
q. was something in his movement viii,
N bespoke a CALLING almost contemptuo
Ia obliviousness to the presence Of Il
.. other man which was indeed hard I
,r him to bear.
"a Hate begeta hate. He was quI
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