The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1870-12-26
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moaned and wruEg his hands. '3'sss u,
Tile is dead, who would have done go
| much for me, and T. go worthless, am
l saved All my hopes Of an easy ana lux
| urious life must be resigned now
At that moment he beheld dark object
ut little distance in the water. The waves
| hurled this object against the projecting
head OF a sunkeu rock. AT the same IN.
slant Lowder recognized 1t as the body OF
| d man.
He crept toward 1t, and the waters dashed
the BODY on the shore at his feet. He put
| his hands on the face. How cold and wet
| IL wasl Ii felt like the face Of dead man
| Lowdcr's fingers came In contact with the
soft, silkcn moilstache, and he knew that
the body was that of Guy Tressilian
OF the five who had stood on the sloop's
| deck u half hour earlier, these two alone
were lett. The captain and his crew had
| ing waters.
Lowder thrust his hand under the waist
coat of his friend, but he could not per-
ceive the beathng of his heart. Despair
took possession OF him. -
dead /" he said shrilly. "Dead And
he would have done so much for me ii he
had livedl And his father and the young
girl he was to have married will wait in
vain for his comm g! His place at Tres
L
1t seemed to him that some demon at his
side echoed the question Who could fill
the place left uacant by noble Guy Tres
st9idn?
| n thought came to him-a thought so
strange and sinister that he shivered in
voluntarily. Again he felt of Tressilan's
heart. 1t gave no throb against his hand.
lie passed his hand over Tressilian's head,
and discovered gaping wound in the skull.
The hair was clotted with blood.
| Putting his hand into his breast-pocket,
Lowder drew out his little waterproof
lhatch-safe. He opened it with trembling
fingers and struck light. The red flicker
danced on young Tressilian's face.
| How CHASTITY and terrible it looked! The
| eyes were closed, the smile was gone. The
seal of death seemed set on the noble fea-
lures.
Lowder examined the wound. 1t had
| been made by contact with the sharp rock,
| and even Lowder perceived its terrible cha
| raster,
! eff he is not dead, he soon will be-"
he muttered. His brain has received an
awful injury. He will never know who he
Is again. He won't live till morning, and
he is perhaps dead already. He must be
deadp
Again it seemed to him as though some
demon echoed his words.
The match dropped from his fingers into
/. the water. For little while he crouched
on the wet stones in silence, battling, it
may be, with the better and pobIer in-
stincts Of his nature.
At last, with sudden and abrupt STEALTH
ness, his hands stole into the breast-pocket
of Tressillan and drew out his private note
book, a packet of letters, few trinkets.
He secured these among his own wet gar
ments. Their possession seemed to give
thIm courage, and his face hardened, and he
knelt beside the body of his friend and rihed
his garments Of all that they contained, be-
slowing his plumber on his own person.
Thenhe took his own purse, his note
book, a few receipts and tritles from his own
pockets, and put them in the pockets of
l'ressilian.
cit is done !" he whispered to himself,
looking with wild, defiant eyes through the
darkness. "No one is harmed. He is
dead. If he had lived, he would have pro-
vided for me. AS he is dying or dead, l
must provide for myself. THIS likeness BE-
tree;s US sraHmake my fortune His friends
will be spared terrible grief, and IL shall
live at last Fortune gives me change to
gain name and wealth at One lucky stroke !"
AS il to give himself no chance for re-
pentance, he arose to his feet and turned
his searching chances in an inland direction.
mering family through the thick haze,
caught his gaze.
kpising his Voice, he called loudly:
Help! Ho, there help !"
The wind had abated, and his cries rang
out through the night with Startling dis
tluctneSs. The light he had seen moved
and disappeared. a minute later answer
my cries reached LowdeI's ears, and he
heard hasty steps, and Saw the approaching
itrht n Ia, h,,py >1,St 81
upraiscd arm.
This way!" shouted Lowder. eve
are wrecked on the rocks For the love
of Heaven, hasten!"
The bearer of t. &c lantern, attended by
male companion came running to him, and
was soon 1T ais side. The lantern bearer
WAS {. rough Sicilian fisherman, q grade
@.Iuove lis class. His companion was also
Sicilian, but evidently Of somewhat higher
degree. Both were all excitement, aston
ishment, and sympathy.
In Us few words Us possible LoWder told
| the story of the shipWreck, and called at
tention to the condition Of his noble young
employer.
~ think he is dead!" he said, in q
| choking voice. "Carry him up to your
| cabin. Let everything be done that can he
| done to save him. I will pay you well for
any kindness to him. Poor fellow He
| was my travelling companion. lored MIN
as if he had been my brother instead of
only my hired attendant! Poor Jasper "
The two Sicilians lifted the helpless form
of poor young Tressilian, arid carried it
between them toward their cottage. JAS
per Lowdcr followed them, beWailing his
loss. The above we publish as 4 specimen
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