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140 Lhe AMfiller’'s Revenge. THE ARCOSY. Jan. 1, 28d. was reached, and a wide stretch of undulating moorland lay before them. Across this they now began to speed at a headlong pace, and in a line as straight as the flight of an arrow. ‘Great heaven!’ murmured Gas- pard, ‘does not my uncle know whither he is going? Three minutes more, and he will be over the precipice !’ “He tried to shout, but his voice was blown away in the opposite direction. He cauld do nothing but stand, with white face and bated breath, waiting for what might happen next. He could see Lebrun with hand and foot urging his horse madly on; he could see the space between them and the precipice rapidly lessening; he could see the miller wave his arm now and again, ‘as if in answer to his ghostly sum- moner: he could see all this, and yet he was utterly powerless to avert the catastrophe which he knew that a few seconds more must bring about before his very eyes. “The horror upon him was fast deepening, but he could not tum his eyes away for a single second. Nearer and still nearer to the fatal pre- cipice! Gaspard’s breath came more thickly. Lebrun’s arms were working violently, as he urged his horse to still greater speed. The last few yards of turf seemed to fly from under them. A wild leap out into space, a clenched hand flung up for one brief instant, and then horse and rider were gone! The rocks, a hundred feet below, caught them on their sharp teeth; the wild waves seized upon them and carned them away, to make ghastly playthings of them for a few days, and then to toss them up contemptuously on some far-away strand. “That very day Gaspard went down to St. Heller, to the office of the Chief Constable, and made a clean breast of the whole affair. The body of la Mére Babet received decent burial in consecrated ground; but from that day to this the Mill of La Roquette has never found a tenant.” comicaooks GO)