Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1871-01-06

we're left. The captain and his crew had
found their deaths among the cruel, yawn-
| ing waters.
Lowder thrust his hand under the waist
coat of his friend, but he could not perceive
| the beating of his heart. Despair took pos
session of him.
Dead!' 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 p"
| 1t seemed to him that some demon at his
| side echoed the question: Who can till the
place left Uacant By noble Guy TressiIian?
thought came to him-a thought so
UNFAIRLY. Again he felt of Tressilian's
heart. 1t gave no throb against his hand.
He passed his hand over Tressilian's head,
and discovered a gaping wound In the skull.
The hair was clotted with blood.
Putting his hand into his breast pocket,
Lowder drew out his little water proof match
safe. Ho opened it with trembling fingers
and struck light The red flicker danced
on young Tressilians face.
How CHASTITY and terrible it. looked. The
eyes were closed, the smile was gone. The
seal of death seemed set on the noble feat
ures.
Lowder examined the wound. 1t had
been made by contact with the sharp rock,
and even Lowder perceived its terrible char
acter.
of he is not dead, he soon will be- he
muttered. Ellis brain has received an aw-
full injury. 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
demon echoed his words.
The match dropped from his fingers into
| the water. For a little while he crouched on
| the wet stones in silence, battling it may be
with the better and nobler instincts of his
nature.
At last, with sudden and abrupt STEALTH
| ness, his hand stole into the breast pocket
of Tressilian, and drew out his private note
| book, a packet of letters, few trinkets. He
| secured these among his own wet garments.
| Their possession seemed to give him courage,
| and his face hardened, and he knelt beside
| the body of his friend and rifed his gar
ments Of all that they contained, beStoWlng
the plumber en- his own person.
Then he took his own purse, his note book,
few receipts and trifes from his own
pockets, and put them in the pockets of Tres
silian.
cit is done p 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 provided for
me. As he is dying or dead, | must provide
for myself. This likeness bet,ceen as OW
make ny fortune. His friends will be spared
terrible grief and II 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 repen
lance lie arose to his feet and turned his
searching glance in an inland direction. A
light, as from cottage window, gllmmer-
ing 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 dis
tnctness. The light he had seen moved and
disappeared. A minute later answering
cries reached Lowder's ears, and he heard
hasty steps, and saw the approaching light
of lantern, borne aloft by a mans appraised
arm.
"This wayH shouted Lowder. I'VE are
wrecked on the rocksl For the love of
Heaven, hasten!"
The bearer of the lantern, attended by
male companion, came running to him, and
was soon at his side. The lantern bearer was
a rough Sicilian fisherman, grade above
his class. His companion was also Slclllan,
but evidently of somewhat higher degree.
Both were all excitement, establishment and
sympathy.
In as few words as possible Lowder told
the story of the shipwreck, and called atten-
ton to the condition of his noble young en-
ployer.
al think he is dead /" he said, in a chok-
ing voice. "Carry him up to your cabin.
Let everything be done that can be done to
save him. will pay you well for any kind
ness to him. Poor fellow! He was my trav-
cling companion. l loved him as if he had
been my brother instead of only my hired
attendant! Poor Jasper!'
The two Sicilans lifted the helpless form
of poor young Tressilan, and carried it be-
tween them toward their cottage. Jasper
Lowder followed them bewailing his loss.
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