The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1913-06-06
FOR old LOVES SAKE
Workings Of Strange Fate
Changed the Tenor of Three
Young Lives.
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Margaret. quietly enough, but Neva
noticed that her eyes were more than
ordinarily wild looking. II just want
to borrow your pretty scissors for q
few minutes"
But what do you want them for
Margaret" inquired Neva, doubling
the prudence Of trusting what might
be used ais a weapon in such unsafe
hands.
Never mind" answered the de-
mented creature, with a crafty smile
TITS just my chance to get what I've
wanted for a long time. must get
it," she added, a sudden determined
glare in her eyes, "or pink, pink blood
will flow," and she waved the scissors
in a menacing way. II wouldn't harm
you, deary; never fear that You have
been too good to me. Besides, your
hair is dark, and here is just the
shade"
"Whose?" pressed Neva, eagerly
striving to define what impulse was
stirring the witless Margaret.
Never mind. I'll tell you when I
come back" replied the woman with a
sly laugh, and she darted away.
Neva was on her feet in an instant
She was greatly alarmed. She made
out the object OF her anxiety disap-
pearing through a hedge and ran in
rapid pursuit Of her.
Margaret darted through a row OF
liiacs fringing the rear Of the Man
Vile place. Neva halted, hesitating
and undecided. She shrank from
meeting Portia Manville. The very
name caused great pang Of pain at
her heart. Then, recalling some vio-
lent escapdes of the mad woman, she
ran on again. AS she peered through
the lilacs Neva witnessed a startling
scene preceded by a wild shrek.
Mad Margaret had come up softly
behind Portia Manville. Just now
she stood grasping in one hand the
long mxuriant braids Of hair. In the
other she waved the keen glittering
scissors threateningly.
Don't you cry out again." her voice
sounded harshly, because If you do I
will stab-stab!"
"What-what do you want?" fall
tered the frightened and trembling
Portia, shrinking in dread from the
brandished weapon.
II am going to cut of your hair"
declared Margaret determinedly. It's
so beautiful Besides that, I've got
to have it. Little Nellie wants it, and
must always get anything for her
that she wants"
Portia dared not stir. Her heart
sank at a sense Of her certain help
lessness. She sickened at the thought
of chance mar from those glittering
scissors on that faultless face. To
be shorn of her chief glory, those long
silken tresses, was to bid adieu to
marvellous adjunct to her rare beauty.
"See, Margaret" she faltered, "the
pretty brooch l weHr-or 1 will go to
the house and get you some money.
Please don't cut off my hair"
Take care! take csTe!" warned her
captor, you're stirring. I've got to
have your hair I've made Nellie a
great rag doll and l want to put real
hair on its head. Light hair, golden
and shining, just like YOURS"
The scissors made a snip. With a
frightful scream Portia tried to tear
away from her prosecutor. Instantly
Margaret jerked her back, meyer re-
laxing hen hair, but holding her head
tightly, raised the scissors, the blades
crossed till they became a dangerous
dagger.
mot the hair nOw!" she cried, los
ing all control of herself. TITS you.
II l let you go now, you'll tell on me
and l shall be, locked.up again"
mo, no" choked the nearly in
sensible Portia
I've got to kill you"
Just as the cruel blades were de-
scendi ng, Neva reached the spot. She
Margaret by the shoulders
with all her force, tore the scissors
from her hand, and threw them as far
as slAe could away from her.
TlAen placing her arm ABOUT tne
poor distracted creature, she soothed
her gradually, promised her some
false hair her aunt had, and gently
drew her away from the place.
Rust before dusk that evening Por-
tia Manville came over to the Throop
home There was a strangely subdued
in her face. Well there
might be! BY some strange fate, one
hour a. fter her rescue by Neva, let
ter haot come that had changed all
the tent IT of her emotions.
1t wais from tie only man she had
ever 10y red, still loved, just released
rom a penal insti tuition. He had en-
)ezzled to make her expensive pres
ents; DIV he was free. He appealed
o her ior the sake Of the old love.
you saved my life" said Portia'
,oldly as ever, but with her restless
oul a volcano. II am going away
rom ere tonight fore yer, and give
'ou ba ck-Dolph Merrill"
Copy right. 1913 by W. g.. Ghapmano