The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1871-01-12

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SYM athy, into Lowders lowering face
There had been a temporary lull i
the storm. But us the two stood there
the tempest revived and swept over tn
! wild sea in ma,ldeued rage.
There was no time for talking now
The wind rose SO high that word
would scarcely have been distinguished
The storm that had gone before ha.
been but play to this awful outburst
Tho vessel drove on, creaking an,
| groaning, " mere cookie shell on til
| pillows. t n "&' g@E@5H NJ
Mother of mercies!" walled the cap
tain. Its all up with Us, signores.
can't make out the Cape in this dark
ness. We shall so on the rocks. st
Anthony save us!''
| The two seamen but echoed his cries
The young Eng!ishmen, comprehend
ing their peril, clasped hands in 81
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. For the next few minutes it seemed
that a pandemoniun, reigned.
Then noise like the report of can
non suddenly doomed through the
storm aud the darkness. The little
vessel shivered, staggered, and careened
upon hea side. a** H..
She had struck upon a rock.
A moment later the passengers and
crew were struggling in the waters.
A few moments of buffetings and tos>
sings, Of vain struggles and agonized
prayer, and then Jasper Lowder felt his
senses slip from him, and became un.
conscious.
When he came to himself, he was
lying upnn rocky beach of the Sicilian
shore, sore, bruised and weak as a
child.
lie opened his eyes. The wind had
spent its fury, and now moaned along
the coast with n desolate wall. The
waves beat against the rocks.
Lowder struggled to his elbow.
Wrecked" he muttered. II am
cast ashore, while the others are drown
ed. have last my best friend to-
night"
He moaned and wrung his hands.
HE Is dead who would have done so
much for me, and I so worthless am
saved. All my hopes OF an easy aud
luxurious life must be resigned now!"
At that moment he bcheid u dark OBJ.
ject at little distance in the water
The waves hurled this object against
the projecting head of u sunken rock.
At the same instant, Lowdcr recognized
it as the body of man.
He crept toward 1t, and the waters
dashed the body on the shore al his feet.
He put his hands OIL the face. How
cold aud wet 1t was! 1t felt like the
face Of dead man! Lowders fingers
came in contact with the soft silken
moustache, and he knew that the body
was that of Guy Tressilian.
Of the five who had stood on the
s;oop's deck half hour earlier, these
two alone We're left. The captain and
his crew had their deaths among the
cruel, yawning waters.
Lowder thrust his hand under the
wastcoat of his friend, but lie could not
feel the beating of his heart. Despair
took possession of his soul, Dead" he
said shrilly. ''Dead.'' and lie would
have done so much for me if he had
lived. And his father and mother and
the young girl he was to have married
will wait in vain for his coming! His
place at Tresil!ian Court is empty! Who
can I'LL it?
1t seemed to him that some demon OF
his side echoed the question Who
could tn the place left racan By noble
Guy Tesitiaa3 -.-..
A thought came to nina thought so
strange and sinister that he shuddered
involuntarily. Again he felt of Tresil-
ian's heart. It gave no throb againt his
hand. lie passed his hand over Tresil-
ian's head and discovered a gaping
wound in the skull. The hair was eliot.
ted with blood. ........s. z...E> So
Putting his hand into his breast pocket,
Lowder drew out his little water proof
match safe. He opened it with tremb-
ling fingers and struck a light. The red
flicker danced on young Tresi.ian's
face.
How CHASTITY and terrible it look ed!
The eyes were closed, and the smile
was gone. The seal of dealt, seemed set
on the noble features.
Lowder examined the wound. 1t
had been made by contact with the
sharp rock, and even Lowder perceived
its terrible character.
IF he is not dead, he soon will be-
he muttcred. His brain has received an
awful injury. He viii! never know who
he is again. He won't live till morn
ing, and he is perhaps dead already. He
must be dead.
Again it seemed to him as If some de
mon echoed his words.
The match dropped from his fingers
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
stealthiness, his hand stole into the
breast pocket of Tresilian, and drew out
his private note book, . packet Of letters
few triDkets. He secured these
among his own wet garments. Their
possession seemed to give him courage.
His face hardened and he knelt beside
the body of his friend and rifled his
garments Of all they contained, bestow-
ing the plumber on his own person.
Then he took his own purse, his note
book, . few receipts and trifles from his
own pockets, and put them in the pock-
cts Of Tresilian.
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