The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1871-01-14

He won't live till morning, ard he is perhaps
dead already. He must be dead !"
Again 1t seemed to hum 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 may 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, a few trinkets. He secured
1hese 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 rifed his garments of
all that they contained, bestowing his plumber
on his own person.
Then he took his own purse, his notebook,
a few receipts and trifles from his own pock-
cts, and put them in the pockets of Tressiian
1t it done !" he whispered to himself,
looking with Wild defiant eyes through the
darkness. 8 No one is harmed He is dead
If he had lived, he would have provided for
me. As he is dving or dead, must provide
for myself. This likeness bet,ceen as sriU
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 chances in an inland direction. A
light, as from a cottage window, glimmering
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
der's ears, and he heard hasty steps, and saw
the approaching light of lantern, borne aloft
by mans appraised arm
This wayI" shouted Lowder s'We are
wrecked on the rocks For the love of Heaven,
Hasteni"
The bearer of the lantern, attended by a male
companion came running to him, and was soon
at his side. The lantern bearer was rough
Slcillan fisherman, a grade above his class
His companion was also Sicilian. but evidently
of somewhat higher degree. Both were all
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
6 think he is deadi' 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 nv travelling
companion. loved him as if he had been
my brother instead CT only my hired attend
ant Poor Jasper!"
The two Siciians 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 specimen chapter; but
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