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| | ——— —_— SD en — ete a es give to know what he says? Ah! he speaks of = The New York Library. rere! it. Lord, Lord, man! You work too gingerly.” | hut in its crushing descent. Nathalia was lying gentle arms around her, and the rain pattering _ Bernard had been trying, without success, to | insensible beside the bed. He raised her, but ; Upon her face, i, turn some of the liquid into the. man’s mouth. | she gave no signs of life. No breath passed her | _ “* Where am I? Whose arms are. these? Kerly caught the flask from him, opened the | white lips; no respiration swelled’ her 'silént Release me, till [ know where 1.am,” she mur- stiff jaws with a jerk, and, thrusting the nozzle |bosom, A feeling of unutterable’anguish and mured. : : of the flask between his teeth, administered the desolation came upon the young man. He held r Don't trouble yourself!’’ said Quimby. remedy in no stinted dose. It went.down the | the beautiful wreck to ‘his heart,'and in’ that |“ You're in safe: hands} I’) warrant »., throat at first. mechanically, then with a feeble | instant life seemed to have lost its charm for) “Ab!” exclaimed Nathalia, shuddering. contraction of the larnyx, finally with a spas- him. | ; : -ov * Don’t Bhiver, girl, Nobody']l harm ye, .if modie gasp. The tide of life began to flow back | _ “ Dead! dead! he exclaimed,*in'# voice of you're reasonable,” replied Ralph, trying to upon the almost silent heart. A flush appeared | despair, “ The fairest and the sweetest! Dead / speak kindly.! HY | on his cheeks, his limbs shook, and his chest | DEap!” en * Let me walk! , If I must go with, you in atirred with the pains of resuscitation, Oo OEE thie dreadful darkness: an) storm, let, mewalk!” “ Knowed, the Aabituals would fetch him! ~ CHAPTER ITI. ‘With a sudden effort, inspired, by. disgust and | NWATHALIA AND RALPH. 9° OO"! fear; she released herself from his. arms. Bernard Ross did not entirely lose his presence | ‘““There—there! Do no} touch .mg,) Ralph of mind; he ie ueeaes that er: Moores oe . I choose to be no nearer to you than upon persons rendered insendsiblé by lightning, | this.’ : ) ek ti best means Of resuscitation, vas lodked *Call.-me uncle! ..Why, don’t you call. me around for some and saw 'the empty bucket, unele ?”’ said the miner, ina wheedling voice. where Quimby had dropped it ‘after throwing | — ‘‘The reason is, well known to you. It is be- its coritents upon the fire. He discovered, also, | Cause ipa inspire me with terror and di-gust. that the latter and Brower had disappeared, and ‘Hf my blood-is akin to yours, Iam sure. the re- he was glad to be relieved of their presetice.®” | lationship stops. there ;, for our souls are most He’s been mighty near bein’ ribbed out, though. Here’s a cut, on the head, a thrust in the weas- and, and a stab under the left arm,” said Kerly. The wounded man, was placed on a bed—the same under which he had been thrust by the miners alter the commission of the crime, He revived slowly. Exeitement gave strength to Nathalia. Her nerves had been terribly tried ; she trembled, but heroically aided in the restor- ation of the man. While this was going on, Ralph Quimby began to bestow attention upon Nat Stratton and Stur- gis, both of whom presently manifested signs of nard to Owen. ( man of dark thoughts and dark deeds. Unhap- “'There’s plenty of it comin’ down; if ‘it '| PY the day that gave me into your power!” life. In this work he was unaided by his unwel- | wasn’t for it, the sky would be on fire.’ Owen | |” Go on in that way!’ he sneered. “ You come visitors. The crazy boy, Owen, watched | will go, for Nattie looks pale. You musn'tJet will benefit yourself by it, perhaps. Si these proceedings with a vacant and apparently | her dream a long time. Here I go! Owen's better treatment for, it. ware, Nattie, be- uncomprehensive expression, devil will tell him where to find a spring.” ware! .You’re in my trap, and you can’t get The youth took the bucket and left the hut, | out You don’t know me yet; you don’t under- “While you bring'the gal’ found, Whitelaw stand what I’m capable of doing. There's a and I'll tend to these nighabout rubbed out crit- spice of the devil in me that you'd better not ters. She's a proper bit’o’ white clay! You trifle with.” might travel ® week "tnong the’ Sioux, Orows, | . ~ Ralph's voice was low and menacing. Nat- Snakes, Blackfeet, and Rapahos, and never come | “¢ felt her helplessness. af upon nothin’ équal to her in'the woman way.” “ Whither do you drag me?” she asked, inan The rain was pouring’ upon the roof of rift ; ‘agitated tone, “ For what purpose am I forced Bernard bore Nathalia from the hut and let it | to follow you?” : fall upon her face and person. It carte down | Her accents would have touched any heart, in drenching quantities. Hearing a rivulet mur- perhaps, but Suimby % muring close at hand, he moved to it, and sup- ‘Did you think | would leave you ?” ha.re- porting her form upon ote knee, dashed the te- | F ted, fiercely. Did youimagine that we could viving elemént upon her still itianimate person. part? No, no! you cannot be so weak, 80 Darkness was around him. He eoulad see his senseless. Nothing but death can separate us. fair patient only as the lightning flashed from You have a tongue, which must and shall be si- from the skies, lending for a momenty by its in-'| lent. Some people don’t know enou h ; others tensity, a’ startling’ pallidness to the white lips know too much: You know too much, of Nathalia. He heard some one’near him, but | He» paused, then added, with an impressive- believed it to be Whitelaw’or Owen. He wag’| 2¢88 that made Nathalia tremble : too much absorbed in the girl to’ realizeany- ‘You must know less or nothing thing save her and her peril. A slight sound, r a: , you—you would not—” he thouglit, éseaped her lips. “But [ would, though ; and, by ——, Iwill! “Thank Heayen!” he murmured. “She will} Ualess. you, will take a solemn oath of silence— live!” hort Bid : -... | such an oath as I shall dictate, the penalties of A hand was laid on his shoulder; but*sopre- | Which, if broken, will consign you to eternal Oecupied ‘wis his tind, that the circumstance | Perdition”: Foyer hy later.” , scarcely attracted his notice. ‘An electric flash There ;was «certain jJron hardness i the ‘“ I see him! I see him !” shrieked Owen, atar- streamin through’ the forest, revealed to Ber- man’s voice that, testified te the fixedness of. his ing at vacancy.. “His hands are full of knives | natd the Hgute Of Ralph Quimby: Bendingrover [PROPS toow that he wie it eateet, There and pistols. ere’s, & rope around his : : ch | @! to k . é . The oa His. arms are red with eo" He has | the whole personality ofthe dart séemed! paint- Lee ae ee doubt in her amo ie ry. one terrible eye in the centre of his forehead, | e in aetna Ren at A re “pen aeeney is character or his resolution. ° i > i 18 it Knee, support athalia on the’ 4 neat ro al frien Herbal he wake, sheep and ‘his 1afe: genk "Before he could disengage anddrew rapid comparisons between him and There was silence in the hut. Each paused to | himself, he was prosttated by a blow, which be- | wan 9 rte Reali ianyigrance Mees of look at Owen. His comely face was rapt and ere ce. reeligand eotfused; and heard. tion of her ‘physical being would really be the a good bg, Old ‘ere tO Quimby what’ About for Nathalia ; sib wad pone It required - latterly been so isolate and miserable, so perse- say ye to Judge Lynch?’. “little penetration to khow'what ‘had’ beeome of cuted, so weighed down with appalling seerets. a Tsay Til fight, to the, last! It shall cost “Wer 5" 1¢ truth was too evident ; Ralph Quimby Monies mes, BREERE the innocent have cour- wo dear if youtry its, I tell ye it shall! Ralph was bearin “her away. He stood there @ mo- ig oY l ; °s, * not Fe Ok EN po nee “i uimby don’t..die easy-—he, don’t,” hissed) the | ment, pow riéss ‘toact.” Who was Nathelin ? a frie Rey Pet: it. out. ila sided e- miner, while all the fierce and savage passions. |. Who was this tan, who a peared’ to ‘have’ the ' | id arly, py eglez'y rally strong of human noted struggled within him, and | ete 8 al hes ? 4. = ny ne at somaht of tek pe helt reetlees™ She atbis “rp i wart frame. e in to each other? He’ was'not her : ’ ’ apowtee ta F iantrett)., Vee ack Block! t tat db, bechilde she had'cdlled kin Ralph Quimby. she stood erect, her face npturned, her dark enough been shed this night?” said Nathalia. | These reflections wéut throtgh ‘his braim hur-» hair trailing oyer ber shoulders, the rain beat- “There must be law everywhere,” answered Tiédly.' He preferréd to think that shewaskept Mg Upon her, while the thunder rumbled hoarse- Whitelaw, firmly. pike _at the hut by compulsion, rather than’ by choice jy overhead, rolling away in the distaace like “'There’s no law here!” cried Ralph, who was ‘or Will of her own. He didnot’ stop to ask if myriad, chariots ‘rapidly driven through the growing uneasy. “ "“) Quithby ‘had atiy legal or’ natural authority over'| 4%¢h of heaven, and the oft-reeurring lightning- ‘“ A he to, your teeth!” exclaimed Whitelaw, | her, but’ the instant hia brain recovered: from | §!eams quivering over her person. indignantly. ar the éffects of the Wlow/'folldwed him. °°> © | -«| oft swear to you,” cried Nathalia, with wild “ Where ?—where is it?” asked Quimby, de-' It will be “peréeived that Bernard Ross was in’ enthusiasm, **that 1 will not swear! that I. will risively. ‘Jove; and persons in this condition of mind/do |'"0t' keep your secrets |. that I will keep my own “In the hearts of. true men!” thundered. ‘not always calculate very definitely the chancés soul ‘obedient to my.own.will! Here I stand, Whitelaw. : all | ’ of success in ‘their whdertakings. He dashed R&iph Quimby ; do your worst.’ A red, awful gleam of lichtning at that instant . into the forest like a\miadman,'in pursuit of this | miner had but small appreciation of the ; Se EO PANE ‘jew and bedutiful obj are) blindly } beautiful and the sublime in, 4 h filled the heavens with flame, making the dark | new a : . he ul object. He ran bliin ly “Arends ocean 9 ae ene eharacter. night brighter than day, playing with fearful in- against cant ae entangled himself in thickets ; or “eg 4s e , : leptin 8 that does not care tensity over every face in the hut. The lake he pushed his way impetuously through one whiter: on mporalties. of this: mate- shore seemed afurnace, There wasa crash that ing bushes, unmindful alike of falls and the rial life. He troubled not himself about, the fu- was equal to the roar of a thousand parks of Bteeup paw Bie AS jecting limbs, agaings wae one cneeen ; Setesion a spake’ in- : which he essly. weiotig W |i of 60 ug; inflamed, and angered him. Seen Say VET Y One Se eee nat. eee presented ~~ Meantime’ Nathatia tevived!s obably the | The haunting phantom of Justice that b had pur- and, for a moment, bewildered, There followed | sa cnotion aabisted inher’ ys ‘prot y LW wig K ‘ed thal P # 4 ’ ' ‘nt . | he discovered that the dock fe pay ‘oat “ence, but presently regen came to connect | agency of yo ig unleas her silence was ef- forest tree had fallen; limb had struck the , sve presont with the past.’ She felt etrona. un- | fectually secured. There floated before him, in | A they wake up,” he muttered, shaking his head dnbiously. ‘ They'll walk about, by and by. .They’re dreamin’ now. We all dream sometimes ; Owen dreams. There are devils here. Ha, ha! You can’t see the devils, but Owen can. Owen's devil is here, too; he runs along beside him Jike a dog. He whispers and he talks. Yes, yes; be talks. .What would you blood. He points his long finger at Ralph Quimby. Look out, Quimby ! look out!” There was a weird, unnatural light in the boy’s eyes; he crouched, stole on tiptoe to Nathalia’s side, laughed ateangely making warning motions to Quimby, who could not help looking at him. “ Fool!” he growled, with a scowl of deadly meaning, “Who talks of Judge Lynch?” cried Owen, casting hurried glances around. “No one; no one!” answered Nathalia, shud- dering. — ‘‘ Nattie—Nattie! Don't lie, Nattie! I heard it plain enough. It was a hissing voice. Ha, ha, ha! it was Owen’s devil that spoke.” _ “It is prophetic!” said Whitelaw, impressive- ly.. “Judge Lynch will be here, sooner or yy me ee CC “Take the pail and run for water,” said Ber- | dissimilar. To me, you are Ralph Quimnby—a , ght of the young stranger, Bernard Ross, © E€omicbooks.cor ; :