Beadle's Dime Novels No. 95 — page 50: what you’re looking at

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52 . EPH PETERS. : been the cause of his an inflamed and intensi- fied the pangs of humbled pride, and awakened a desire for vengeance. On the instant his purpose changed—he resolved to carry her off then and there—a wild, impracticable purpose, which only'could have entered a brain crazed with passion. Had . his rival been ngar, the “method of his madness” might have - been more definite and more clear. But no one was at hand - save the immediate though innocent cause of his humiliation. She, at least, was within his reach, and could be made to feel some portion of the pain she had inflicted. He would carry her off, far from the lover for whom she had aiqaeg him, and thus win a double revenge. Turning quickly, he seized her by the arms. ~ Surprised by this unexpected movement, she struggled to free herself from his grasp. The fierce light in his eyes filled her with terror. She screamed, but he covered her mouth with his hand, and endeavored to bear her away. She looked around for help, but no one approached. They were too far from the house for her voice to be heard. A look of despair came over her face, which was not lost upon her vindictive suitor. An exultant. fire flashed in his eyes. “You are mine!” he hissed, with his mouth close to her ear. “ Ay, struggle, look frantic. I pate you, and will repay you for your scorn.” " He lifted her in one arm, his hand still over her mouth; anid started into the forest, heeding not, caring not, whither he went, intent only upon the anguish it caused her. Her terror was a salve to his wounded pride. He was ‘still’ bearing her away, when, making a last desperate effort, she freed her voice: and uttered a succession of piercing screams, resisting all at- tempts to cover her. mouth again. Maddened by her struggles and her screams, he struck her with his clenched hand to still her cries. She would not cease. He bore her back upon his knee, and seized lier by the throut. The man was mad. Livid spots appeared upon his face, and he knew not how tightly he held her in his grasp. The last scream died in a hollow gurgle, and she was quiet enough. But the alarm had already been given, The shrieks had been heard, and steps in the woods Warned him tbat some one’ a | comiebooks.co»m