The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1869-03-05

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through s,much longer Journey? H. 30
When he loft The oity, there were
. few houses scattered by the road
side for two or three miles The
dim glimmer of their lights he had
seen; but. since then he had noticed
nothing--it WAS . waste through
which he Was riding, and no lamp Of
hope held out to him. And tho del
icate girl, but half resuscinated,r he
thought-oh, how many miles before
safety? "' - s'..' = nag ,-' go. '.';'
Ahalfhou passed., and through
Russell's brave soul had already
darted the first doubt. Human en-
durance could not last forever, and
it was more than be could do to pre-
serve the feeble life he had recalled.
In another haK, hour ice and cold
might conquer him. He would die
with her; he could not live" when
that dear face was beneath the sod.
A qusrter Of . mile further on, and
he saw through. the storm = dark
object BY the roadridc. It was a
building Of some kind, and it could
shelter them. He turned his horses
heads that way, and plunged through
the snow to the door. There was
no door, 7a It was q dism mantled log
hut, with its door gone and its one
little window broken out. But it
was better than the fury without; and
in another Eve minutes. Alice was
sheltered from the wind. With pain
full and patient fumblidg he sue
ceeded in fastening the buffalo skin
in front of the doorway, thus form
ing an insufficient bsrries: Then He
drew from his pocket his cigar case
and his matches and lighting one of
the latter. looked eagerly round the
room, in the fiokering light. That
glance told him that there was an
immense ire-placc at one, end Of the
hut, and a divine light streauedi into
his soul at the sight. rss~,,.,. 81.
As his horses had drsggcd the
cutter to the house, the runner had
grated over the top rail Of the fence,
and the unseen post, had nearly up
set the light vehicle. ...,..,s .,b.'.
The white-6ngered, fai-, face Eng
lishman worked with q power that
was more like fury. and when, at
last a ruddy blaze few up. the broad
chimney, tears Of joy actually start
cd from his eyes. .I. II, ..E So. a.,
Exhausted, happy. he knelt at
the feet Of Alice, and hid his face
in her hands. With that reviving
warmth came little Of strength to
her weary soul. She leaned forward
8 smile apon her lips. and in her
eyes, AMI mdrmurcd-- - -
.'It was heaven itself who sent
you here, Robert" >'''' 'i8'*' -
Two hours later, . gray dawn was
struggling through the clouds ;a broad strip
of blue encircled the west; the wind
moaned in lower tones. The old hut
was golden with the wood -6re-it
threw it's radiance over the two hor-
ses that had been led in, and stood
wild and grateful in . corner. their
eyes staring At the 6rc. y7&t.lfa.
Renovated. though weak, with .
happiness beyond words, warm in.
heart, Alice Malcolm greeted her
wedding-day. She told her story to
Robert-tho story. Of her !dssertion
in the snow. As the storm had come
on more furiously. her driver, whom
she believed trustworthy, announce
cd his intention Of returning. She
had discovered that he was in q
seni-intoxicated state, but she re-
fused to return. and he would not 60
Z step, farther, and had cut the ira
ces, and mounting one Of the horses
left her to her fate, g4s - Iii!
She did not know, when she spoke
that mile back. within few miles
Of the city, he lay frozen TO death,
the eddying snow drifting over his
body. He had found fate, which
his mistress had escaped. rs.
" Backward, through y vista Of
happy years. Looked Russell and his
wife to that night of, horror in Can
ada, when peril revealed to them
the full depth Of their devotion--ths
infinitude Of their love. -.