The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1871-02-25
, was aloft- and within an inch

- ha1So YOUR S!lOtluGI you IdoCdl, u
little more" cried the employer.
Stokes did so, and from my hiding
place l saw the hand of Mr.. Rowly
Strive. with some difficulty-for it was
fat equity hand, | have already said
to force itself into that casket, which
had contained so many of my dear
CIara's epistles. Samuel Rowley was
an excitable man; for he swore little
| in his efforts, and turned very red, and
moved his feet restlessly upon poor
| Stokes back
81 have got it !" he cried at last.
seThe artful jade-the cunning, plot
ting little mink to serve her own guar
dian in this-On
"What's the matter, sir2"
seWait a moment, Stokes - don't
shake. O, 1or, have mercy upon us !
0, damn it! O, dear, what is to be
done?"
"Is anything particular the matter,
sir2 Not hadder, l hope, or nest
of sarpents or anythink 2" and old
Stokes hid his head a little more
tucked in his tuppenny, as we called 1T
at school-to conceal his laughing and
sardonic countenance.
"No, Stokes; it's something much
worse, I'm sorry to say"
"Wus, sir9n said Stokes, who left off
laughing Immediately.
Eyes II can't get my hand out. "
"The devil you can't, sirl' cried
Stokes in dismay
cts twisted somehow, or swollen.
or the wood has gripped me- Wait a
moment Stokes. O, it's all up with me !
/ can't !"
"Take it quiet, sir Keep cool, or
you'll never do it-don't hagitate your
self-but for Cords sake look sharp.
I'm a cracking"
"Don't move Stokes-as you are a
man, don't novel IF you were to
drop, 1 cannot imagine what would be-
come of me. It will be all right in a
minute"
"Make it less, il you cam groaned
Stokes; call the blood's got into my
head, orful O, lor, what is to be
done? Are you out, sir?"
Ono I'm not; I'm fixed, Stokes
I'm dead man, if you move; [ am, in
deed -
Stokes burst into tears, and howled
with all his might and Mr.. Rowley
shouted a great deal, and swove a great
deal, too. Stokes would have run for
it probably, for he was succumbing
fast to the dead weight above him, had
not Mr.. Rowley held him by the throat
with his boots, and fixed him, too. In
another moment / had sprung to my
feet, and was rushing to the rescue.
g [ am really very sorry, Mr. Row
land can | be of any assistance2"
Assistance, you-you-youngde dew
Yes, you can, my dear child. Run for
a ladder, and q saw, or something, as
quick as lightning, to the house"
'Hi-hi-holIowl shrieked Stokes
as l prepared to obey Mr.. Rowley S
commands; "don't run-come here,
and let me run, or bust up l must O,
Tor, Master Huskisson don leave me any
longer-do come and take a turn He's
not SO heavy when you are used to him
he isn't, indeed"
L saw the necessity of advancing to
the rescue at once, and SO did Mr. Row
ley | was Tailor my age and tolerably
strong, and | fastened to take the place
of Mr.. Stokes, which I did with great
caution on all sides Behold me at
last bearing the guardian of Clara on
my shoulders, and feeling terribly the
weight of my responsibility as he stood
with his face to the tree, still exercising
bis ingenuity to set his hands out OF
the trap.
81 hope I'm not too heavy for you,
Master Huskisson," he condescendedt to
say politely, for the sight of me was
even pleasant to witness
'Not at all, was my cheerful answer
"You IL make yourself as light as you
can to oblige me, perhaps2"
had not quite done growing, and
man is fragile during that process. Mr..
Rowley was very heavy. and Stokes was
wrong IN his wickedly wrong
"This is all your fault, mind you,
Huskisson. This might have been my
death, he said reproachfully.
$ Yes, Mr.. Rowley, if L hadn't been
IN the way" was my happy reioinder.
''Ah but he looked around with
difficulty, and fonnd Stokes still there.
making every human effort to straight
en- his back before flying on his mis-
sion. :" Curse it, Stokes, run for YOUR
life!-don't stand there you wretched
lunatic, another instant"
Stokes ran away, and [ was left as
he one support of Mr.. Rowley. Stokes
hte't hoo pScu gone IL IulIuIe ana q nall.
when l wished that he had remained
and shared the weight with me. / tried
to keep firm, but the difficulty was i'm
mense.
"Boy you're giving. Don't shake
so. Keep yourself more against the
tree" Mr.. Rowley called down.
"All right. I'll do. it for Clara's
sake, if it's possible but if / snap
Then [ remember that he called me a
whlpper-snapper; and SO did he, too,
L think, and was sorry.
80, you'll keep up, he said, Offering
me every encouragement in his power.
:" You're big boy for seventeen, and T
am only nine stone ten-not a great
Welght. I've seen people in a circus
do this kind of thing for hours, you
know"
1t was gross exaggeration, and / felt
1T to be one. [ was getting faint also.
| had undertaken too much; and his
language at times was still violent, as
he endeavored to extricate his hand
Ii should die, sir, I said feebly.
will you please give my love to Clara /?
Tell her I did all [ could to bear up
and to bear you up. 0 dear! Did you
say nine stone temp
81 did,
"You're giving" he roared again
with a vehemence that revived me-
keep up little longer, my dear bow.
| can hear them coming in the dis
lance"
| Which was another fa1sebood Int