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wm a THE SONS OF LIBERTY. come bacx, after what has been said, I dare any thing. You shall féel what it is to turn love into hate.” “What do you mean to do?” | “T shall take you from this house and place you in a cabin far in the forest, where your brother, who is turning squeam- ish all at once, can never find you. Do not hope to escape from my hands. I have bribed the Meekers te say that you have escaped, and perished in the forest.” “As I look at you,” said Miriam, “1 wonder if you have a human heart.” : “I have, hot and burning as the fires of hell. The time is past for you to make me your slave.” | “T will appeal to this family to aid me.” “Try them. You will see how much effect your words will have upon them.” “You have chosen fit instruments for your base designs. Be it as you say. You ‘may drag me from this place and bury me in the forest. You may, as you have the power, drive me to my grave and not make me yield to your demands.” “Say you so?” he said, with the laugh of a fiend. “ We shall see how it will work when I have you to myself.” “TY will struggle. 1 will escape.” “Fool! What chance have you for that? Where would you gof You would wander about aimlessly and at last drop down and die in the woods.” “ Better that than what you demand. Let me go forth. I will dare the perils of the wilderness if you will give me leave.” ‘IT know you would, my darling. Ido not mean to give you the opportunity you so much desire. You have a hood and scarf here; put them on.” : “T will not.” “You wi'l be forced to do it. Why will you make a-scene? Alone I could force you to do it, but I shall call upon the Meekers to assist me, for I have no time to lose.” Miriam retreated to the wall and snatched up a knife which the old woman, who had been splitting kindlings for the fire, had inadvertently Jeft upon the floor. The face of the: girl seemed glorified. She looked like Judith standing above the dead form of Holofernes; Judith, who sayed Israel. The Tory shrunk from the flash of her dark eye. _ Conmiclooolks.comnn)