The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1871-05-06

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you'll hexcpse me-. cause you see, Cap
tin Max, he will have Is way, and he al
ways had q 'ankerin' after the woman.
W0men's rs particular vanity; and Fspect
he's stoppedto kiss Elizabeth IDLY, fore
fetchin OF that young one. Likely enough!
Elizabeth and him always was sort Of
tuched7like, aud faint In human nGtur
that the Captain should 90 10 come away
withoutklssin OF herg60d. byG"'sn -
4 hadt stopped TO listen, and lstood
transfxed. L J. heard the voices, and l
could neithef'stir nor scream Until TINT
instant, Twas not even conscious. that /
had kept the musketin my hands
gTasped 1t now. 1t was IN, Old!tash.
ioned flint.lock, and as luck decreed, /
had carried the piece with my hand over
the tube, and the powder was dry. l
missed Il aud fired into the river, over the,
heads Of the party. At the same instant
a fash OtL lightning cleft tho dir like o
sword OF fire, aud revealed the tragedy at
my ieet 70 Br a.-1 1aE1Elt h
i saw my husband stretched in q large,
EhapYaYl, rugged with adoubleset Of oars.
Aswarthy Indian; in HaT-paint and ieath-
ers, sat across his legs, and short square
faced man, with red hairf and dressed in
lyellowish oilclOth sailor Jacket and shirt,
sat on his chest, holding one Of his hands
In his own, and dangling q Sailors two
edged dirk over his throat, while q third
individual held the other hand down by
placing il beneath his knees in the bottom
IOithe boat t... lf-
T 1t was a frightful tableau. The light
ming must have flashed exactly as l fired,
for i know saw them distinctly thus and
the next instant the scene was changed.
l saw tho Indian jump into the river and
the other two spring to their feet in con-
stcrnatiOn. Then the darkness closed the
scene, and uttering wild scream, that
my husband afterwards told me sounded
Ike q shout Of triumph, 1 sprang down
the bank to the rescue. heard the two
men jump into the river. The darkness
was so great that 1 could see nothing, but
/ knew the exact position OF the boat
My husbands hands were free While yet
unable 10 rise he reached out his arms
and pressed my face against his so ten
derby and running his hand over my fea-
lures as II to assure his senses he had not
mistaken tue voice he murlnGrcd, "Eliza,
beth! Elizabeth! Can It DO Elizabeth?
Oh, thank God, 1t Is my own dear Bessy."
seized the dirk the ruiiian had LEFT on
his breast, and cut the cords that bound
islcgs. Then when l saw him stand
up by my side my strained nerves gave
way and tainted in his arms. b.. m.
When revived We were In the corn
field. The little marc was neIghing and
rubbing her face against my husbands
shoulders, and the fear the beast had
manifested when ] ran against her was
replaced by joy at seeing her master
agaln. II may be a foolish thought, but
| could not but believe that the animal
ComprUlIended in some degree the situa.
ton. At least she seemed 10 understand
its danger. n,.r, - ..
When we got into the road, Phoebe
Whitney was running wildly up and
down, tearing her hair and beating her
bosom with clenched fists. The girl
seemed perfectly distracted with anguish,
She threw herself on the ground, and
pressing her face into the wet clay,
groancd aloud in the violence Of her feel.
ings.
When VIC came up, my husband spoke
10 her.
She rose and faced us in silence for an
instant; then throwing up her. hands
wildly, she fairly shrieked, In accents
loud and despairing, 40, God, am lost
am lost |" and llTtel off into the corn.
field. .rI. ....--
Just then thought hear the faint cry
Vi an infant We were then nearly half
mile below the creek. thought instantly
Of my babe q home, and | looked up the
lane in the direction Of the settlement.
There was the phantom hand again heck.
Oning mo impatiGntly to follow. did
not tremble or start this time, for recog.
niZed the medium, and seized my hns.
bands arm and drew him after me. We
both ran with all our might till we came |
10 the float bridge, but the medium had
disappeared rs soon as We set out TO run.
As we were running down the path to the
bridge, l stopped tor an instant 10 listen,
and | heard a chlld's cry. | called 10 my
husband, whose hand had dropped
while he preceded me down the narrow,
slippery path, and when we listened we
heard L again close at hand
Cropping among the willows, guided by
the cry, found my own babe, nearly
submerged in the water, its poor little
head half buried in the muddy bank, and
It was beating the air with lis little club.
by hands, which were Coldas ice. TWAS
lying on its back and was unable 10 move.
1t could not have lived many minutes
more in that condition, and have always
believed the cold /: contracted that night
was the ultimate cause Of its death. Up.
on looking about my husband found the
body Of John Maxwell floating In the
creek. Helad probably designed to fol.
low the bank OF the creek down to the
river, and thence down the river bank to
the boat, where he had lefl the Indian and
the two sailors in charge Of my husband,
instead of going by the road through the
cornfeld. .n a sr
For this purpose he had doubtless at.
tempted 70 leap from the corner of the
bridge on to q small foot path that ran
along the creek bank, but his foot slipped
through loop In tho wiLhe that bound
the logs together, and Involuntary pitch.
Ing the child Us he fell, the little creature
had landed Just far enough TO save Its lie
till we came up; his own head went down,
and his foot being caught, he could not
rise. 1t was thus we found him. His
body was not yet cold, but respiration
could not be revived. The blood had set.
tied in his head, and his face was hideous
to lohk upon. The next evening ere the
sun had gone down in the West, we bur.
led him 'decently, leaving his sins with
God, and forgetting the wrong he had
sought to do US. "
Poor Phoebe Whitney was found the
next day rowing about In the cornfeld,
crying out in her agony 20, GOD, l am
lost, lam lost" Her parents refused to
admit her to their house, saying she had
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