The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1871-01-07


Of the five who had stood on the sl3op's deck
a half-hour earlier, these two alone were left.
The captain and his crew had found their
death among the cruel, yawning waters.
Lowder thrust his hand under the waistcoat of
his friend, but he could not perceive the beat
ing of his heart. Despair took possession of
him.
"Deadr he said shrilly. dead And he
would have done so much for me if he had
lived And his father and the young girl he
was to have married will wait in vain for his
coming His place at Tressilian Court is empty.
Who can fill it?"
1t seemed to him that some dem IN at his
side echoed the question: Who could I'LL the
place left BY noble Guy Tressilian3
A thought came to him-a thought so strange
and sinister that he shivered involuntarily.--
Again he felt of Tresslian's heart. It gave no
throb against his hand. He passed his hand
over Tresslian's head and discovered gaping
wound in the skull. The hair was clotted with
blood
Putting his hand into his breast pocket, Low
der drew out his little waterproof match-safe.
He opened it with trembling fingers nd struck
a light The red flicker danced on young Tres
silan'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 features.
Lowder examined the wound. 1t had been
Lowder perceived it's terrible character.
"If iii4.7snct dead, he soon will be- he ns,it-
tered. ellis brain has received an awful in
jury He will never know who he is again
He won't live till morning, and he is perhaps
dead already. He must be dead"
Again it seemed to him as though some de-
mon echoed his words.
The match dropped from his fingers into the
water. For little while he crouched on the
vet stones in silence, battling it may beswith
the better and nobler instincts of his nature
At last, with sudden and abrupt althine.s,
his hands stole into the breast pocket Of Tres
silian and drew out his private notebook,
packet of letters, few trnkets. H secured
these among his own wet garments. Their
possession seemed to give him courage, and his
face hardened, and he knelt beside tie body of
his friend and rifed his garments Of all that
they contained, bestowing mis- plumber on his
own person.
Then he took his own purse, his notebook, a
few receipts and trihes from his own pockets,
and put them in the pockets of Tressian.
at is done!' he whispered to himself look
ing with wild defiant eyes through the dark
ness. "No one is harmed. He is dead. II he
had lived, he would have provided for me-
AS he is dying or dead, must provide for my
self. This Likeness bet10ecn as aoiU make my for
tune. His friends will be spared u terrible
grief, and IL shall live at last Fortune gives
me chance to gain name and wealth at one
lucky stroke!'
AS if to give himself no chance for repent
ance, he arose to his feet and turned his search
ing glances in an inland direction. A light. as
from a cottage window, glimmering family
through the thick haze, caught his gaze.
Raising his voice, he called loudly:
"Help Ho, there help!"
The wind had abated, and his cries rang out
through the night with startling distinctness.
The light he had seen moved and disappeared.
minute later answering cries reached Low
ders ears, and he heard hasty steps, and saw
the approaching light of a lantern, borne aloft
by mans upraised arm.
"This way !" shouted Lowder. ave are
wrecked on the rocks For the love OF Heaven,
hasten 2"
The bearer of the lantern, attended by male
companion, came running to him, and was
at his side. The lantern bearer was
rough Sicilian fisherman, a grade above his
class. His companion was also Sicilan, but
evidently of somewhat higher degree. Both
were all excitement, astonshment and sympa-
thy.
In rs few words as possible Lowder told the
story of the shipwreck, and called attention to
the condition of his noble young employer
81 think he is dead - he said in "a choking
voice. Garry him up to your ca Din. Let
everything be done that can be done to save
him. will pay you well for any kindness to
him. Poor fellow He was my travelling COM
paniq1. 1 loved him as if he had been my
brother instead of only my hired attendant :
p,,ramaau pt:yt,
lc ~ +l;etnA th hclF,lscs fc-,,, &C
poor yEung Tressilian, ard carried it between
themT toward their cottage. Jasper Lowder
followed them, bewailing his loss The above
we publish as a specimen chapter; but the
continuation of this story will be found only
in the N. Y. Ledger. Ask for the number
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