Des Arc weekly citizen., 1868-04-04

quite forgot the old one--forgot 1t, un- til a sudden rustic in the thickets near by recalled it to me with renewed force, It might have been but the wind, or perhaps some wild creature, homeless and lost like myself; but all the old terror awoke with the sound, and cam, rushing back upon me. I sprang ur rom the moss and fled again before it.
 Deeper and deeper yet into that aw ;ul solitude, vainly trying as went to shut my eyes on it's pitiless gloom. kept repeating to myself, "I shall die here. shall not live till morning. shall never see any of my dear ones more."
 lark There is sudden sound ir my ears like the murmuring of water as it washes placid banks. Are my senses already reeing2 There is { strange red light ylimmering low down through the trunks of the trees straigh, before me. For moment 1 stand breathless, uncertain. The water still calls-the musical river water, laying the roots of the pines. l part the un' derbrush with my hands ; I run toward the fire, crying aloud. It brightens be. fore mc-the red, unsteady flame turns the darkness away in circles from my al lest elf of the woods. Then there is an arm cast about me. l hear my name called. My God! Miss Stacey!"
 A face. brave, brown face bends over me, after which all things above and below clash and reel together, and it is night!
 When l opened my eyes again was lying on a couch of hemlock boughs with blanket folded beneath my head A gray lichened rock lowered above me, and q wall of swaying canvass, on which the ruddy campfire danced and shimmered. At my side some one knelt, chafng my hands. A pair ol grave, pitying brown eyes looked into mine.
 Do not try to speak, said Captain John Rayburn, gently; do not move only drink this brandy"
 He held a tin cup to my lips. obeyed him mechanically. the fiery li- quor burning my throat as 1t went down.
 My poor childl My poor little girll' he said.
 With an effort gathered myself up pushing back the torrent of hair loose about my face. He was looking at me with grave solicitude.
 "Where-where am l? P said.
 "Saie-here in my camp"
 "Oh, thank God.'
 Those brave, brown 4yes grew dim as a woman's.
 "Are you better?" he asked.
 "Yes."
 "Can you tell me what has happen ed?'
 "I will try"
 So I told him miserable, broken story, full of abrupt pauses, for the sob' lose up in my throat and choked me and was fighting hard to keep then down. Captain Rayburn's gaze never wavered from my face till was done
 Then he walked hurriedly off Il few paces. and stood with his back toward me. I believe he was swearing dread fully under his breath. Presently h' came back.
 I've will attend to this Monsieur Roque and his little affair to-morrow For the present, Miss Stacey, regre tha' I have no better accommodation! to offer you. 1t is an hour past mid night; the rain has begun to fall, ant you are quite worn out. You must ac ccpt my hospitality. poor as 1t is, uati daybreak. ha
 This was the last feather that broke the camels back. I had, somehow, , confused idea of starting straight fol Passaquod. l laid my head down el the gray, lichened rock, and cried.
 My dear Miss Stacey! Don't! be seech of you cried Captain Ray II am terribly to blame in this matter Why-why did allow you 10 go or to that place all alone? l shall never forgive myselil Heaven be praised that was belated on my upward tril here, and did not reach camp til al hour ago; otherwise my fire nigh have been out"
 How shall I get back to Passa quod ?" said I.
 Easily answered. I have boa here. l will row you down the rive at day y-dawn; you need apprehend nc further trouble. Oblige me now b, drinking this cup ofcofl'ee, Miss Stacey and going to sleep. shall watch io the remainder of the night
 iiV piuu5u sho tih suP oS"iu ioh the cracking wood fire. The coffe' was very hot, and very, very strong it was unreasonably sweet, and with out milk. 1 think l never tasted { more detcstable beverage.
 Aiier that, Captain Rayburn heapes more wood upon the fire, and moving of to the door of the camp, stood un der the Tapping canvas, with his iac' turned silently out toward the night
 With vague sense of security and rest sat looking idly about the place at portfolio of sketches here and camp chest there at burnished rifis leaning against the rock beside me; Al fishing rods and deer's antlers, and A-- H. A .l t....