Widnes Examiner. — 1900-04-27 (Widnes, Cheshire, England)

IVARRINGION FOOTBALL CLUB.  your mind often, vowing never to be friendly witt. me again, but you could not help yourself. In spite I of your mind, your loving heart has been predominant, and you have looked on me as more than a frierto sometimes. Haven't you, dearest ? j He spoke in soft, subdued tones. The effect of I his words was magical. In a moment the girl I softened towards him. _ _  "He is not all evil," she assured herself. "No man could speak such words with such fervour and be a scamp and reprobate." She would not be harsh and unkind to him, at any rate. He spoke again. "I am not perfect. I have done wrong. I have, in my blind, misguided infatuation, wronged you, Ella. But I have loved ru. I love you now, and you love me. I know it. Your lips say that you love another, but your heart declares that you love me. Why go out to far-off land to face danger, to face, maybe, mu/7 suffering and privation, to face war? Why g one who cannot love you more than I, who cannot love you as much as I love you? Why go to him? He is doubtless absorbed in his money-grabbing-these gold miners think of little else but their gold. Why go to him? His heart may be as cold as his gold. Stay with me; my heart is warm, my love is hot! I think only of you. Naught else comes between me and my love for you. You are my sole thought! You are my life—my all! Stay with me, Ella; sweetest Ella, stay I" His impassioned speech thrilled the trembling girl. She quickened at his every word. Her heart leaped wildly within her. This was love! This was love  "Come, Ella!" the persuasive, coaxing voioe spoke again. "Come, Ella; come with me! You'll be mine. You are mine! Curse it! no man shall have you but I " She looked with alarm into his bloodshot eyes. His face was flushed with excitement, yet a look of gloating triumph was plainly written upon it. Intuitively she appiThended her imminent danger. His desperate words rang in her ears. "Oh, let me go. Let me go, Ralph—Mr. Cartleigh. I don't know where I am! I'm ill. Let rae go I " He took her by the arm and led her from the park, and, entering a cab, they were soon conveyed to the town. At the door of her aunt's house she bade hir good-bye. He was returning to Dalesworth that night—Tuesday—and promised to visit her again at the week-end. "Ha! ha 1 " he cried, exultingly, as he was whirled homeward. "I've got her safe this time. A close shave, though. A deuced clogs shave! She was bent on going out to that one-time piecer, Steve the Outlander. Ha! ha! Our little melodrama is becoming much mellower. The villain is most successful in his enterprises. He captures the heroine on the brink of matrimonial suicide. Really, I must congratulate myself. I ought to have been a playwright. I've an eye for dramatic effect—two eyes, in fact. Now for another plot. I must get hold of the rhino, and plenty of its, then I'll sport my darling heroine off to the Continent. She is in want of a change, so am I; and after I have made my last haul, a change will, I reckon, be politic on my part."  .1--- Firsa..-1,.......",..,--...-z-...".•'-'....-'=---..i.:7-4 ": 1 71‘....,..a....!ryeiEt.r..wirftere5..3077,23.5 il 7 „,,.,---.:-,--- --!_t_.-f° -'2.77,- -:-.-•;--',,--,7.,,."--- -' ,11 L.. ,V111011111111Mg..102.-.L,.. • Illi!' i ------.1 --------- - --7,- il 0 Pum...111"11 i