A MEAN REVENGE
By George Elmer Cobb
(Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman.)
"I'll get even!" hissed 5ruce Mar
tin malevolently, and it was a wicked
hope and based on a worse impulse.
"The best man won, eh, Martin?"
sneered a voice of derision at the el
bow of the first speaker, and Martin
"I haven't lost, all the same!"
His friend stared wonderingly
after him as Martin turned on his
heel, trying to guess out the hidden
meaning of these words. The man
who had left him was a smoldering
volcano of wrath. For the time be
ing at least he was a fiend incarnate.
Bruce Martin and Arthur Morse
were half cousins. The former had
always been the more fortunate. He
was the spoiled, reckless son of a
doting mother, who left him quite a
fortune. Then when her sister died
he was the principal heir to her
bonds and mortgages. Morse was
also remembered by this aunt, but
in a minor way. Lyndon Barrens
was a rough 200-acre strip of land
and she divided it equally between
the two relatives.
Bruce Martin never even went to
look at the bleak patch of waste
land. Morse did. The prospect was
not inviting. His 100 acres had a
'tumble-down house on it, gone to
rack and ruin. He realized that he
could expect little return from this
B,ut his heart was light and his
hopes high. He had neither houses
nor lands, but he had something bet
ter, the love of a true woman. Bruce
Martin had been his rival for the
hand of sweet, winsome Ethel Tyler.
"When Martin learned that for once
in his life possession of a coveted ob
ject was denied him, that Ethel was
already engaged to Morse, he was
like an infuriated madman. He
vowed he would not give up Ethel.
,Her sister was a vain, worldly worn-1
an. She encouraged Martin and de
rided Ethel for choosing poverty,
where riches were at her command.
All of her arguments, however,
proved unavailing. All the plottings
of Martin to discredit his successful
rival fell to the ground. And now
they were married, with the general
good wishes of everybody who knew
them, except Bruce Martin.
It was true that the pessimistic,
sour-tempered sister of Ethel made
all kinds of woeful predictions, but to
Crushed With a Long and Dangerous
these, amid all her great happiness,
Ethel paid little heed.
"Remember what I tell you,"
prophesied her sister, "you are rush
ing blindly into trouble. Here was
life and luxury all laid out for you at
your will by marrying Bruce Martin,
and you choose a beggar! Wait and
see! Arthur Morse will be always a
drudge, barely earning a living. And
you, Ethel why, the first dark cloud
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