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---— OO Patent-leather Joe. ilton. With this later association in his mind, | As for Old Rattlesmdke, he had nothing but he did not think to question what were the re- lations between his mother and Patent-leather Joe. So they entered the cave. . They were just in time to witness Patent- leather Joe’s assault upon Berenice; and think- ing only of her protection, Flash Lightning leveied nis revolver and cried: ‘‘Cheese it, cully!—I’ve brought your death- warrant!” | But Patent-leather Joe’s guilty conscience love for the sister, his affection for whom had gave another significance tothe words. Instant- | th he recognized the old naturalist; and from him back to health and strength, and when he is father, brought out by the accident | 2rose from his bed of pain, her arm aided his e strong resemblance between Flash Light- ning and of the son’s being borne into his presence just as the father had been, it seemed to Patent-leather Joe almost as if the intervening sixteen years had been blotted out, and the old scene were being re-enacted, the mother’s place now being occupied by her daughter. All gamblers are superstitious, and Patent- leather Joe invested this coincidence with a su- pernatural significance. With a thrill of hor- ror, he conceived that he stood face to face with his death, brought about in a manner which bore a direct relation to his crime. It was this that froze his blood and turned him to stone, as he shrunk away and glared at Flash Lightning as at an avenging Nemesis. Then h the agony of superstitious ter- yor came the instinct of self-preservation. He was not one to give up, even when he felt that he was fighting ~ ae te Fate. | But his sense of the hopelessness of the strug- gle made him fire almost at aiming neither at the combined of Old Rattle- and his burden, as if they together consti- tuted a being that must be removed from his th. P*Old Rattlesnake received the bullet in his body, and sunk upon his knees. ry Pema Flash Lightning returned the shot promptly, his aim was discon : and he sprawled upon the floor of the cavern, over the snake-charmer’s head, With a yell of exultation, so t was the {reaction from the incubus of fear that had par- alyzed him, Patent-leather Joe bounded paetiie foes, on his way to escape from the cave, But he was confronted by another obstacle in the person of Arthur Hamilton. “He was in the hight of delirium, his face flushed with fever, his eyes staring wildly. At sight of him a wave of intense hatred surged up from the gambler’s ee thrust- ing his pistol almost into his face he fired, yel- ling: ‘Die! You at least shall never have her!” Before this fierce assault Arthur Hamilton went down, and, all obstacles removed from his path, Patent-leather Joe bounded out of the cave, mounted his horse and dashed away into the night! CHAPTER XVI. REUNITED!—A. LIFE DEVOTED TO REVENGE! ** AFTER him! After him!” cried Flash Light- ning, struggling to his knees, though in less ex- citement he might have fainted with pain of his fall. But Old Rattlesnake, whose injury, though painful, was not serious, replied: ‘*Nay, boy! it would avail thee nothing. But rather attend thy mother. Pray God that the hand of death hath not fallen upon her.” ‘*My mother!” cried Flash Lightning, gazing at the unconscious woman. ‘‘Oh! can you not revive her?” he added, ad- dressing Berenice. ‘‘She is my mother, whom I have never seen within my recollection. ‘‘ Your mother!” cried Berenice. ‘“ Your mother! She has just told me that she was my mother?’ ‘‘ Child, I knew thee when first my eyes rested upon thy young beauty, so like to hers in the day when hap iness smiled upon her, Nay, fear me not,’ ~ added, seeing that Berenice now recognized him and shrunk trembling away, “I am thy mother’s brother—one whom she Lived eatly, and who have loved her un- ceasing] Soca all the years when I thought her d ” But not until the dying mother had been again restored to consciousness did the brother | aud sister fully realize the relationship which was so old and yet so new and strange to them. She placed them hand in hand, and craved their forgiveness for that act of hers which had sep- arated them even before they had been united, and blessed them with her dying breath. — EEE - SSS been expended in watching over her son: and her gratitude to him blended with her gratitude to God for this happy yet sad reunion before death. So she passed away. By Patent-leather Joe’s last attempt on Ar- thur Hamilton’s life, Berenice was relieved from the hateful obligation that hung its iron mana- cles on her young life. Freed from all fear, she entered again upon the sweet task of nursing first weak steps. It was a sweet time, and culminated in that solemn ceremonial when God’s blessing fused their two lives into one. There was but one cloud on Berenice’s bridal. Her brother was not there. Flash Lightning’s recovery had been much more rapid than Arthur Hamilton’s; and as soon as he could ride his horse he entered upon a mission to which he had devoted hfs life while he stood beside his mother’s dead body. It was the most wretchedly-mistaken end to which a life can be turned—revenge /—yet Old Rattle- snake tried to dissuade him in vain. ‘* Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord—I will repay!” quoted the old man. o which Flash Lightning replied: ‘“* The blood of my father—the wrecked life of my mother—cry out to me for revenge!” ‘Nay, boy,” still urged his uncle, “it ill-be- seems thy years.” Flash Lightning drew his revolver. ‘This leaves no advantage to the old over the roy strong over the weak!” ; “1 e set out on the trail of Patent-leather oe THE END. THE NEW YORE Fireside Library. 1 Was Sue His Wire? Mrs. Mary R. Crowell... 10c. 2 FLeeine From Love. By Harriet Irving..... 10c. 38 Dip He Love Her? Bartley T. Campbell ... 10c. 4 A STRANGE WomMAN. 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