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Show MODtllV WEUK.0M'ES. IiniH IS A TMIIUULt: MIHIAI, DHAW-N H105I AN' UI.U TIIAUITION. There Is a weird and terrible slory told In tho Christina! number oMffuu-fa oMffuu-fa which reads horribly like n purable of nciut hlitori esjicclnlly of the hl.tory of the Inst month, It Is a strange tale of the Northern lands, told by Clmience llousmau, which makes the tle.li creep and the blood run cold. To tho Norso farmstead In w Inter time tame the strange maiden whom men namiil Wltlto I'ell, wrltw W. T. HUod, In tho lictkut of Jtcitewi. Tall she was, and very fair, grateful ns 1)1 uu, and radlaift with the beauty of itrength; but In her eu there shone at Units nn awful light, aud those whom shelurid to kiss her by the lunrth-stono lunrth-stono she tulwtiiuently devoured lu the fltld. For White I'ell uni n wero wolf, The wild ami fearful li genii which tolls that thti fair treature could lio transformed froni thcasptctofngod, upright, freehanded, free-handed, with brows and speoch nud laughter, into a alpably bestial brute, pavted, toothed aud thaggod, deetluml, like the wohesof the fell, to bury II. great Lilaw.li Jowl lu the bloody flank of the man whoso llii had pressed the choik of the tratiBformid shape of this Urmdfnl thing, artords the groundwork of tho story of Atlanta, lu the tale, after devouring two victims, tho third Is saved by an act of hcrola stlMacrl-flee. stlMacrl-flee. Tho twin brother of tbo doomed bmvci the deadly Jealousy of his brother 'n order to pursue aid stay the were-wolf woinsii. "You kliscd IUA and 1UI Is dead! You kissed Trells-and lie Is ilosdl You have. klswIHweyn, my brother, but he shall not die!" And then began tho wild pursuit over tho snowy wilds, the cruel blows which rhnllerrd hla hands, the ax which smoto his neck till the Ufa blood gushed out; but alter that camo victory, for the werewolf lay dead, nnd Christian, as he breathed his lost by Whlto Pell's corpse, rejoiced with exceeding Joy because he had saved his brother. , . , Thatv,Ird legond of the Northern lauds Is not more trnglo or more pitiful than Iho story of the rt plaed by women of late Jwirs in the great tragedy trage-dy of conteniornry history. 'Iho strange woman has played were-wolf with a vengtance among the foremost men of nur time. In my character sketchefdeiieralllonlaiiKerlllghllyrao through tho list of some of her victims. They nave klseod lier nud hare died or they have nut a worse fate than death lu the living grave of universal contempt. Pleasant it li lu thcglonni lug, when the rays from the fitful firelight fire-light gleam on the golden tresse of the fair white thing that laughs and smiles and Jnvltcsn long unbrace, tait It Is not given to every one to see the awful glee that lights tho were-wolfs eyes, or to discern lion soau from that sort, clinging embrace will come a ghastly, deadly danger. Hkobelrft perilled per-illed that way, and UamlMtta; Hlr Charles Dllko went down alive Into tho pit, nnd last nipntli It was the turn of Mr. Par-nell. Par-nell. In the story Christian saved Hweyn from White Fell by dying for his sake. Itut not even the jaaflounlo enorU of aw hnlo nation can save our Hweyn from Mrs. O'duca. Tho wert-wolf wert-wolf Niouiin of Irish politics cannot bo shaken off. Btoleuwnters uro iwect, an 1 bread enteu lu secret Is pleasant, but seldom havu we had A more conspicuous con-spicuous llhutrallou of the old say I ng: "Whoao cummlltuth Adultery with a woman lackelh iindtntaudtng; he that doethlt destrojeth his nwu soul; a woujid and a dishonor shall ho gel; his rt preach shall nothuwiiodaway." |
