Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1858-07-21

:. A little while Frank stood on the abut,
d ment that Jared to the heavy fall of wa
ter Then he stepped carefully across
the narrow bridge that separated him
e from the land, and took long breath
as be felt himself in position of safety.
q Slowly, and anxiously were his eyes now
thrown around him, and every point
within their range searched with the
o most careful scrutiny. But the search
was entirely fruitless. Ascending the
hill that rose above the dam, Frank now
e ran along its brow for some distance, up
+, the stream, letting his gaze fall upon
every part of the shore. Suddenly he
stopped, with an aclamation of relief, Cor
Jacob had come into full view, sitting
upon rock that projected far into the
dam, holding his fishing rod into the
water, and watching the scarlet topped
cork that lay motionless in a quiet eddy.
Frank did not call 10 the boy, nor by
any sign make known his proximity. He
had come in disobedience to his father,
to watch over and protect him from
harm; and the fear of hasty misjudg-
ment on the part of his father, when the
fact of disobedience became known, So
bered his feelings, and made him per.
fer solitude to compan;onship. So he
sat down, concealing himself among the
trunks of three or four large trees; yet
keeping himself in position to see Ja-
cob through small opening between
them. Nearly half an hour passed,
when Jacob, tired of watching the i'm
movable cork, drew up his line and
moved down the bank to a point nearer
the point where the swollen water went
rushing over the dam. As he threw his
line in again, Frank arose and walked
along the hill above him, until he came
nearly opposite the laundering waterfall,
and then sat down again to watch the
lonely boy-himself more lonely.
The clearing at which Mr.. LLOYD was
at work with his men, lay about quar-
ter of a mile from the mill dam. The
father had just leveled an immense syc-
amore, and stood gazing at the white
trunk, with its giant limbs when a neigh
Dor, emerging from the wood, behind
him. came up and said.
GOOD day, Mr.. Lloyd"
"Ah, good Gay to you, MAXWELL
responded the farmer, in hearty tone.
"Splendid land this," said the other,
"but heavily timbered."
GA year or two will show its quality"
Lloyd remarked.
Heavy freshet," said Maxwell.
"Yes; you can hear the dam roaring
even here, when the wind sets this way"
Dangerous place for boys I should
think" said Maxwell, in a tone that
made the farmer look at him with So
bered aspect. 81 saw your boy there
as 1 came along-''
"Wbat?" The axe dropped from Mr..
Lloyd's hand, while dark shadow fell
over his countenance.
81 saw your boy there. skipping about
the head gate with as little concern as if
he had been on level floor
"Ohl Isn't that too much! And 1
positively forbade him going near the
dam!" Mr.. L!oyd's excitement was
sudden and intense.
eff it was my boy, I'd take the hide
off Of him." said Maxwell.
He'll be sorry for this 10 the latest
day of his life!'' and with these threaten
ing words on his lips, Mr.. Lloyd turned
away, and disappeared in the woods
Only once he paused, and that was TO
cut thick, strong, 1.-the birch rod
then he strobe forward with long reach
ing steps, in the direction of the mill a
lam.
Near the place where Jacob dropped
lis line, the decayed trunk of fallen 1
rec was projected several feet in the a
water. Soon growing impatient from o
want of success in his sport, the boy, in II
something of spirit of desperation,
walked out 10 the end of this trunk, and P
brew his line as far up the stream as v
lie could fling it. Then he watched the Il
ork as it foated rapidly down with the
hoping that some fish would "
eize the bait and drag it under. But no
lenizen of The turpid stream saw the h
empting morsel, or, seeing. was lured tc
0 take the treacherous food. Excited, Il
ow, by the real danger of the little boy, A
rank started up, and was about calling G,
i'm to come back upon the shore, when al
be sharp crack Of fallen limb, broken n;
y heavy tread; caused him TO turn III
lddenly, and there stood his father with h,
face made dark by cruel anger, one III
and outstreached TO seize him, and the T
iher uplifted and grasping heavy rod. al
'Oh, father, don't! exclaimed the frigh-
med boy. ASK mothelr W
Didn't | tell you not 10 come herel' A
'as the stern response, and the fathers m
ripe tightened on the rod, as he seized na
e boys arm. The hand was already in
ascending, freighted with a fearful ar
ow, when a wild cry of terror swept up bl
ON the waters, and arrested the arm 81,
it-way in its course. the eyes of the hi
ther and son both turned 10 the direc- da