Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1871-01-06

ceive the beating of his heart. Despair
took possession Of him.
"Deadm he said shrilly. dead ~
And he would have done so much for me
il he had lived And his father and the
young girl that he was to have married
will wait in vain for his coming! His
place ut rresslian Court is empty. Who
can ill ftp
II seemed to him that some demon at
his side echoed the question: Who can
u the place LETT vacam By The noble Guy
Tressilidn?
A thought came to him--a thought so
strange and sinister that he shivered in.
voluntarily. Again he felt of Tressilian's
heart. II gave no throb against his hand.
He passed his hand over Tressiian'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 waterproof
match safe. lie opened il with trembling
fingers and struck light. The red flick
or danced on Young Tressilian's face.
How CHASTITY and terrible it looked!
The eyes were closed. the smile was
gone. The seal OF death seemed set on
the noble features.
Lowder examined the wound 1t had
been caused by contact with the sharp
rock, and even Lowdc, perceived its ter
rble character.
If he is not dead he soon will bc," he
muttered. His brain has received an
awful injury. lie will never know who
he is again. lie won't live till morning,
and he is perhaps dead already. He
must be dead.'
Again it seemed to him as il some de-
mon echoed his words.
The match dropped from his fingers in
TO the water. For little while he
crouched on the stone in silence, battling
with the better and nobler instincts oil his
nature
At last. with sudden and abrupt stealth
mess. his hands stole into the breast peck.
ct of Tresslian and drew out his private
note. book, n packet oflcttcrs and 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 riiled mis- garments of
all that they contained bestowing his
plumber on his own person.
Then he took his own purne, his note
book, few receipts and triilcs from his
own pockets. and but them into the
pockets of Tresslian.
1T is donel" he whispered to himself,
looking with defiant eyes into the dark.
ness. mo one is harmed He is dead.
II he had liyod he would have provided
for me. A. he is dead or dying | must
provide for myself. THIS likeness be.
twccn as DiH make my fortune. His
friends will be spared n terrible grief, and
l. | shall live at last Fortune gives
me chance TO gain name and wealth at
one lucky stroke"
As il to give himself no chance Tor re-
pcntancc. he arose TO his feet and turned
his seal ching chances in an inland dircc-
ton. 4 light, rs from cottage window,
glimmering family through tho thick
haze, caught his gaze.
Raising his voice, he called loudly:
Help, 10. there help
The wind had abatrd and his cries
rang out through the night with start.
ling distinctncss The light he had seen
. moved and disappeared. A minute later,
answering cries reached Lowdcr's ears,
and he heard hasty steps. and saw the
approaching light of lantern, borne
alolt by mans appraised arm.
This way shouted Lowder. 1--WE
are 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 rough Sicilian fisherman,
n grade above his class. His companion
was also Slcilian, but evidently of some.
what higher degree. Both were all en-
element, establishment and sympathy.
In us few words as possible Lowder
told the story of The shipwreck, and call
cd attention to the condition of his noble
young employer.
Fl think he is dead!" he said in
choking voice. Garry him up to yeur
cabin. Let every thing be done that can
be to save him. will pay you well for any
kindness TO him. Poor fellow! He was
my travelling companion. loved him as
i: he had been my brother instead of only
my hired attendant! Poor Jasper"
The two Siclians lifted the helpless
form Of poor young Trcssilian, and car
red it between them toward the cottage.
Jasper Low'lcr followed them, bewailing
his loss. The above we publish as speci
men chapter; but the continuation Of this
story will be found in the n Y. Ledger.
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