Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1871-01-02
4: mon MONDAY EVENING, JANUARY ,, 1871
I sIflie Is not dead he soon will be-"
.,.ILa.nd AI Hici hrain has renaiHeil

he muttered. ~ His brain has received
an awful injury. He will never know
who he Is again. He won't live till
rlornlng, and he Is perhaps dead al
ready. He must be dead !'g.' u : =
j. Agair 1t seemed toshim asthough
sons demon echoed his words e15h'
The match dropped from bis fingers
into the water. For, little while he
crouched on the wet, stones In silence,
battling, it may be, with the better
and no6ler instincts Of histnature.s
At last, with sudden and abrupt
stealthiness, his hands stole into the
breast pocket of Tressillan and drew
out his private notebook, packet Of
letters and a 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
rified his garments Of all that they
contained, bestowingS his plumber OH
his own person. Iigs!b a4a s-nh q
| d Then he took his own purse, his
notebook, n few receipts and trlfles
from his own pockets, and put them IN
the pockets of Tressilian. - 'f1,. ~
"It Is done ~ hswhspered to him.
self, looking with, wild defiant eyes
through the darkness. "No one Is
harmed. He Is dead. II he had lived
he would have provided for me. As
he is dying or dead, l must provide for
myself. This likeness bet,osea 1 ieill
make my fortune. His friends will be
spared a terrible grief aud II shall
live at last !! Fortune gives me a chance
to gain name and wealth at one lucky
stroke,!pTlsN TE SstAJ u E5gi'
As if to give himself no chance for
REPENTANCE he arose 10 his feet and
turned his;searching glances in an Ia
land direction. A light, as from a cot
tage window, glimmerlng family
through the thick haze, caught his gaze.
Raising his voice, he called loudly:
"Help! Ho, there help!'i Clr7oH
The wind had abated, and his cries
rang out through the night with start
ling dlstihctness. The light he had
seen moved and disappeared. A min
ute later answering cries reached Low
der's ears, and he heard hasty steps
and saw the approaching light of Ian
tern, borne aloft by a mans upraised
| arm. p" 90 '.". i'.'''
serhis way,n shouted Lowder.F 1--WE
are wrecked on the rocks. For the
love Of Heaven, hasten !" .s;g..f gl
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, n grade above his class.
His companion was also Sicilian, but
evidently Of somewhat higher degree.
Both were all excitement, aitonish-
ment and sympathy.,st tsd--1 gao
In as few words as possible Lowder
told the story Of the shipwreck, and
called attention to the condition Of his
noble young employer. 10 -' ''
81 think he Is dead - he said, In q
choking voice. Garry him upto your
cabin. 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
companion. lIloyed him rs If he had
been my brother instead Of only my
hired attendant. Poor Jasper!" =.
The two Sicillans lifted the helpless
form of poor young Tressilian, and
carried It between them toward their
cottage. Jasper Lowder followed them,
bewailing his loss. The above we pub
lish rs specimen chapter; but the
continuation of this story will be found
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