Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1871-01-04

Putting his hand into his breast pocket. Low.
der drew out his little waterproof matcb-.afe
he opened it with trembling fingers and struck
light. The red flicker danced on young Tres
silian's face
How CHASTITY and terrible it lookedl 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
made by contact with the sharp rock, and even
Lowder perceived it's terrible character.
If he Is not dead, he soon will be-" he
muttered. His brain has received an awful
injury. He will never know who he is again
lie won't live till morning, and he is perhaps
dead already. He must Be dead !"
Again 1t seemed to hm as though some
demon echoed his words.
The match dropped from his fingers into
the water. For little while he crouched on
the wet stones in silence, battling it NAV be
with the better and nobler instincts of his ma
ture.
At last, with sudden and abrupt STEALTH
ness, his hands stole into the breast pocket of
Tressilian and drew out his private notebook.
packet of letters, few trinkets He secured
these among his own wet garments. Their
possession seemed to give him courage, and
bus face hardened, and he knelt beside the
body OF his friend and rif1ed his garments of
all that they contained, bestowing his plumber
on his own person.
Then he took his Own purse, his notebook,
few receipts and trifles from his own pock-
cts, and put them in the pockets of Tressilian,
1t it done J" he whispered to himself
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,oeer us sciU
make my fortune. His friends will be spared
terrible grief, and II shall live at last =
Fortune gives me chance to gain name and
wealth at one lucky stroke!"
AS if to give himself no chance for repent-
ance, he arose to his feet and turned his
searching glances in an inland direction.
light, as from a cottage window, glimmeri,.g
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 ont
through the night with startling distinctness.
The light he had seen moved and disappeared.
minute later, answering cries reached Low
ders ears, and he heard hasty steps, and saw
the approaching light of lantern, borne aloft
by mans upraised arm.
''This wayp' shouted Loyder. "We are
wrecked on the rocks For the love of Heaven.
Hasten'
The bearer of the lantern attended bv a male
companion, came running TO him, and was soon
at his side. The lantern bearer was rough
Sicilian fisherman, q grade above his class |
of somewhat higher degree. Both were ali |
excitement, astonishment and sympathy.
In as few words as possible Lowder told the |
story of the shipwreck, and called attention to
the condition of his noble young employer.
g I think he is deadl' he said, in a choking
voice. Garry him up to your cabin. Let
everything be done that can be done to save |
him. Poor fellow! He was my travelling |
I loved him as if he had been |
my brother instead cf only my hired attend |
ant 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 |
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