Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1871-02-15

1 IL ItsSfS5Oi2y ndIttl1 nave already sad
to force, itself into that casket, which
had contained soSnany- of my dea1
Clara's- epistles. Samuel Rowley- was
an excitable man; for he swore little
in his efforts, and turned very red, an6
moved his feet restlessly upon poo
Stokes back. Ex
81 have got itl'' he cried at last
tttEThe artful jade-the cunning, plot
/ ting little mink to serve her own guar
dian in this-Oln raar >--r
"What2s the matter, sir2''
"Wait moment, Stokes - don't
shake. o, lor, have mercy upon us
| O, damn it O, dear, what is to be
done?"
Is anything particular the matter,
sir9 Not hadder, T hope, or nest
l;of sarpents or anythink 2" and old
Stokes hid his head little more
tucked in his tuppenny, as we called it
at SCHOOL, conceal his laughing and
sardonic countenance.
T "aNo, Stokes; it's something much
worse, I'm sorry to say &
"Wus, sir?" said Stokes, who left of
Laughing Immediately.
eyes II can't get my hand out u
sSEThe devil you can't, sir!" cried
Stokes in dismay. ~
+ It's twisted somehow, or swollen.
or the wood has gripped me. Wait o
moment Stokes. o, it's all up with me |!
[ canti'' ~ t&
sdt 'sTake it quiet, sir. Keep cool, or
you'll never doit-don't hagitate your
self--but for Cords sake look sharp
I'm a cracking.
IA g'sDon't move Stokes-as you are o
i1iang don't move! If you were to
drop, Z cannot imagine what would be-
lcome.ofm me. 1t will be all right iii a
80 fai Make i It less, ifyou can,s groaned
Stokes n" all the blood's got into my
head, orful. o, lor, what is to be
done2 4 Are you out sir ~ .-~s,--
Q. sssNo Pm hot Pm fixed, Stokes
7Fm7a dead man, if you move; I am, in
deed. ns&A sEHlllT89 5hI J6dJ 9oi
De Stokes burst into tears, and8 howled
with all his might; and Mr.. Rowley
shouted great deal, and swore great
deal, too. Stokes would have run for
it probably, for he was Asueeumbing
fast to the dead weight above him, had
not Mr. Rowley held him by the throat
with his boots, and fixed him, too In
another moment [ had sprting to my
feet, and was rushing to the rescue. a
&C I am really very sorry, Mr.. Row
land !, can [ be of any assistance 2"
&C Assistance, ,you--you--youngde dev-!
Yes, you can, my dear child. Run for
a ladder, and o saw, or something, as
quick as lightning, to the house,
''Hi-hi- Hollow shrieked Stokes
as 7 prepared to obey Mr.. Rowley's S
commands; -tdon't run-come here,
and let me run, or bust up Z mustl O,
lor, Master -Huskisson don tleave me any
come and take turn. He's
not so heavy when you are used to him
he isn't, indeed"
I saw the. necessity of advancing to
the rescue at once, and Sc did Mr.. Row
ley. I was tall for my age aud tolerably
strong, and l hastened to take the place
of Mr.. Stokes, which I did with great
caution on ali sides Behold me at
last bearing the guardian of Clara on
my shoulders, and feeling terribly the
weight of my responsibility as he stood
with his face to the tree, still exercising
his ingenuity to get his hands out OF
the trap.
''I hope I'm not too heavy for you,
Master Ruskisson," he condescendedt to
say politely, for the sight of me was
even pleasant to witness.
"Not at all, "was my cheerful answer
''You. IL make yourself as light as you
can to oblige me, perhaps9"
] bad not quite done growing, and
man is fragile during that process. Mr..
Rowley was very heavy. and Stokes was
wrong in his assertion -wickedly wrong.
ssThis is all your fault, mind you,
Huskisson. This might have been my
DEATH" he said reproachfully. -.-1 -
Yes, Mr.. Rowley, if I hadn't been
in the way" was my happy rejoinder.
"Ah buto-he looked around with
difficulty, and fonnd Stokes still there,
making every human effort to straight
en- his back before flying on his mis-
sion. 6 Curse it, Stokes, run for your
hfe!--don't stand there you wretched
lunatic, another Instant"
Stokes ran away, and I was left as
he one support of Mr.. Rowley. Stokes
had not been gone minute and o half,
when [ wished that he had remained
and shared the weight with me- I tried
to keep firm, but the difficulty was i'm
smense. T1aec - sasos3sim 13Et1 O.. 20.
"Boy you're giving. Don't shake
so.g Keep yourself more against the
tree" Mr.. Rowley called down. sa.' -
-s tfAll right. I'll do it { for .Clara's
sake, if. it's possible; but if / snap y
Then I remember that he called me a
whipper- snapper; and so did he, too,
Think, and was sorry. .+. -ss.
you'll keep up" he said, offering
me every encouragement in his power.
"You're big boy for seventeen, and ]
am only nine stone ten-not a great
weight. I've seen people in a circus
dothis kind of thing for hours, you
know ..w ii .rs5-.m g~ass % sa-s7
p It was a gross exaggeration, and fell
it to be one. was getting faint also.
T. had undertaken too much; and his
language at times was still violent, as
he endeavored to extricate his hand.
eff [ should die, sir, y I said feebly,
"wiu you please give my love to Clara
Tell her [ did all [ could to bear up
and to bear you up. o dear Did yor
say nine stone ten S"laa .y,za.5nnssr.5u
"I did"
s!You're givingn', he roared agair
with a vehemence that revived me-
g Keep up a little longer, my dear boy
/ can hear them coming in the dis
tance." ,iA"-9A.-. s,s"2esN soo.e+ s..
/. Which was another falsehood bu
no matter Mr. Rowley was not +;
truthful man. / set myself firml,
against the tree, according to his in
structions, but it was of no avail. N.Y.
heels, in few more minutes, would
slide gracefully away from me, / was
certain, and the guardian of my Glars
would be swinging about by one arm
like an early Christian martyr. Hi
blood would be on my head, and 81
would he, if he came down with hi
whole weight perhaps armless-on thu
top of me. 80
"Keep up!" he cried in great frigh
now. F'You shall see Clara when yol
like, my boy. L will not say wore
against the match any more. You're 1
/ fine, strapping, brave fellow, that yol
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