Wagner, the Wehr-WolfReynolds, George W. M. (George William MacArthur)
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Wagner, the Wehr-Wolf
Reynolds, George W. M. (George William MacArthur)
Penny dreadfuls; Werewolves -- Fiction
Precisely on the opposite or inner side there was an opening in the
rocks, and Wagner's eye could trace upward a steep but still practicable
path, doubtless formed by some torrent of the spring, which was now
dried up amidst the mountains above,--that path reaching to the very
basis of the volcano.
Thus, had circumstances permitted him to exercise his patience and
institute a longer search among the defiles formed by the crags and
rocks around the conical volcano, he would have discovered a means of
safe egress from that region without daring the desperate leap of the
chasm, desperate even for him, although he bore a charmed life, because
his limbs might have been broken against the rugged sides of the
precipice.
Between the opening to the steep path just spoken of, and the shelving
bank on which Wagner now stood, there was so narrow a space, that the
bent tree stretched completely across the torrent; thus any one,
descending from the mountains by the natural pathway, might cross by
means of the tree to the side which Fernand had gained.
"This, then, must have been the route by which the villain Stephano
emerged from the mountains," he said to himself, "and the fiend deceived
me when he declared that I could not reach the plains below without his
aid."
Such were his reflections as he hurried up the shelving bank: and when
he reached the summit his glance embraced a scene already described to
the reader.
For, flying wildly on toward the forest, was his beauteous Nisida,
scattering flowers in her whirlwind progress, those flowers that had ere
now decked her hair, her neck and her waist.
At some distance behind her was the bandit Stephano; with sword in hand
he still maintained the chase, though breathless and ready to sink from
exhaustion. Not an instant did Wagner tarry upon the top of the bank
which he had reached; but darting toward Nisida, who was now scarce
fifty yards from him, he gave vent to an ejaculation of joy.
She saw him--she beheld him: and her speed was checked in an instant
with the overpowering emotion of wonder and delight.
Then, as he hurried along the verge of the forest to encounter her--to
fold her in his fond embrace--to protect her,--she once more sprung
forward, with outstretched arms, to fly into his arms, which were open
to receive her. But at that instant there was a horrible rustling amidst
the foliage of the huge tree beneath which she was hastening on;--a
monstrous snake darted down with a gushing sound, and in another moment
the beauteous form of Nisida was encircled by its hideous coils.
Then fled that wondrous self-command which for long years she had
exercised with such amazing success:--then vanished from her mind all
the strong motives which had induced her to undertake so terrible a
martyrdom as that of simulating the loss of two faculties most dear and
most valuable to all human beings;--and with a cry of ineffable anguish,
she exclaimed, "_Fernand, save me! save me!_"
CHAPTER XLIII.
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