Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1871-01-04

heart. Il gave no throb against his hand.
lie psssed his hand over Tressilianls head
and discovered a gaping wound IN the
skull. The hair was elotted with blood.
Putting his hand into bis brcsst-pocket
I.oHder drew out his little waterproof
maich-safc. lie opened il with trembling
fingers and struck light. The red flick
er danced on Tressilian's face.
How CHASTITY aud terrible il looked
The eyes we're closed. the smile was gone.
The seal Of death seemed set on the noble
features.
I.owder examined the wound. II had
been made by contact with the sharp rock
aud even Lowder perceived its terrible
character.
"lf he Is not dead, he soon will be, he
muttered. ellis 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 dead!'
Again il seemed to him as though some
demon echoed his words.
The match dropped from his iiners into
the water. For little while he crouched
on the wet stones in silence, battling 1t
may be with the better and nobler instincts
of his nature.
At last, with sudden and abrupt stealth
iness, his hands stole into the breast
pocket of Tressilian and drew out his pri-
waite notebook, packet Of letters and a
few trinkets. He secured these among
his own wet garments. Their possession
seemed to give him courage, aud his face
hardened. aud he knelt beside the body
of his friend and riaod his garments of all
that they contained, bestOwing his plumber
on his own person.
Then he took his own purse, notebook,
few receipts and trifies from his own
rockets, and put them in the pockets Of
Tressiian.
at 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
provided for me. As he is dying or dead,
must provide for myself This likeness
5,ticeen as wH make mig fortune His
friends will be spared terrible grief, and
IL shall live at last. Fortune gives me
a chance to gain name and wealth at one
lucky stroke"
As if to give himself no chance of re-
pentance, he arose TO his feet and turned
his searching glances in an inland direc-
ton. A light, as from a cottage window,
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 A minute later, ars-
wcring cries reached Lowder's ears, and
he heard hasty steps, and saw the approach
ing light of lantern, borne aloft by
mans appraised arm.
This way I" shouted Lowder. 1--WE arc
wrecked on the rocks! 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 Siclian fisherman, a
grade above his class. His companion
was also Slcihan, but evidently of some
what higher degree. Both were all ex-
citememen, astonlshment and sympathy.
In us few words as possible Lowder told
TIE story of the spipwreck, and called at
tention to the condition of his noble young
employer
IL think he is dead ~ he said, in a
choking voice. Garry him up to your
cabin. Let everything be done to save
him. | will pay you well for any kind
ness to him. Poor fellow! He was my
travelling companion. loved him 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, and carried
it between them toward their cottage.
Jasper Lowder followed them, bewailing
his loss. The above we publish as a spec
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