The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1867-09-12

suddenly. .ceoa 1sa 10 sssat15z |
IL "'0aptain shot a. coek, siz,s outside
the loopse,a and: Dick, Smith, quietly
:~inking at:me, knew: how savage the
sSquitet~aas etinen- -ehanging. position.
,r144Hsre Il oomes Miss, Dora,??, said. I
"she's going through the holly nde.x;
"<What, screamed the Squire as be
Wheeled round and Saw shor: Dora!
Dora !'not there Back ! for Heavens
sake, baek. .ac ae1:7s- t'.:.4o7"e s.L s1,,st:.
i':' "Bdt she didu,t hear him, for 1.-THE
spapiels were in full cry, and the hest-
sr's voices drowned the Squire's.
/: g. Dora? he, screamed, .siirrsNzyes,
that's the word-sstop You re- --n
1e e;"Before .he,g the. word opt there
was 2 little report likea pistol-a wreath
Of blue smoke curled upwards from Miss
Maitland's feet, aud she fell-fell;; with
her pretty white dress al streaked on
the bosom With blood; -x.- :s:,~.:,...-:~
"Ahy sir" said the old man, shud-'
dering, sit makes my: heart run cold
even. TO thiuk Of it. -. j., ...:.-. :.;r
9: ~ rac up and; lifted her; she moan.
ed ONCE when We raised her. Her sweet
face Was: all white hit and ND M pinched with
pain. ::ax, -: !: .~,, .*.,:-....: -.
"Bpt Captain, Calton, (, came me. up u like
man struck dumb. He kne1t down and
drew her, poor girl, on his breast :; and
laid hes> poor head there a. it she was
tired child. ..,.,.>. ::.-, :. ...:.j>:.. e..
I; The surgeon of the: village was out
with US. He came up, sir, as we stood
round, roagh, fellows las we were, all
sobbing;; knelt down and, looked at the;
wound, and then, sir, shook his head. !
Meanwhile the Squire was being
held by two men, cursing, swearing,
and tearing the grass, yculsihg himself
and his birth, and calling Oh somebody
to blow his brains ont, and they dragged
him into the bushes so as not to be
heard by the dying girl. T.: "-
: ''She looked up at her lover once,
and her sweet blue eyes were: all dim.
Do you know the s:glazing, ifilmy. look
that creeps over one dying from gun
shot wounds? Ah it is enough to break
ones heart. - 49,. .:::. .r, ::t:: -. :.
She caught her breath several times.
Her lover kept his handkerchief ,:over
the wound, but it. didn't bleed much
outwardly; ), only you could see her CO.
ing and she looked 50 beautifully, just
like wax mask, sir, white as ! lily.
-"Poorpoor, Freddy! she murmured,
and put her little hand on his heart.
"My, darlingv' he said, and then he
gave such sob that seemed to tear his
very heart up, sir.2.- .1.,>,>t ns.,: =,
"tKiss me, my own she said, as her
beautiful, dimming eyes, with her last
look Of love were turned to his, I can't
its all dark, but I'm on your bosom,
Freddy, dear-on your bosom-love:'
"These words she murmured one by
one; and then she gave a long sigh ;
and il was all over. ...-
"He took: her up,i sir, with such an
awful look Of grief on his face that he
seemed. turned to stone.- He'd let no
one touch her, and he carried her in
his arms home. us:fs y! :.
<"'She said she was on my BOSOM =
he said, in voice that you ,wouldn't
have known for his; and then he
walked on ike 1 man i'd q dream.
":tsWell, SIR; there is little more to, tell,
The Squire only lived two years, and
died in q mad-house. -, 4 :: -,
la1; "He had set a spring gun in the ride
intending it for the Captain. ,Asfor the
f0aptain;h wentoto:the East Indies, ]
heard, ind died.: Thatssmy story, sir. "