The Huntington argus. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1872-1905, 1873-03-15

sky, the lateness OF the hour--for four
clock is late in cloudy November wealth.
Grand the fact that her path would lie
through bslf-built suburbs, inhabited al
most entirely by manufacturing operatives
But Margaret could he wilful sometimes,
aud she was willul just now. I'm not
have another chance" she thought, with
glance a. the clouds which should hsv,
deferred her. Then. gathering her water
proof closer around her, she fitted away.
In fifteen minutes it began to rain; at
half past four it was pouring torrents; at a
quarter to five man, walking hurtiedly
along with his hat pulled over his brow
and his coat buttoned up to his chin. in
vain defence against the sweeeping blast.
came first upon an umbrella scudding aim.
lessly along before the wind, and then upon
soaked figure OF woman standing help.
les'iy in the midst oil a rising pool of wa
Ter. Night was closing over the wild
scene OF storm the river not far Off was
pouring over its rapids with a sound ike
that OF many Niagaras; the scattered
houses of the neighborhood scarcely
showed light-for, in truth, they had ali
been forsaken by their inhabitants-and
the whole picture was one which Roland
Iyrreil was just thinking could scarcely be
matched Tor complete-and it might read.
'y prove dangerous lation, when. to
his amazement, he stumbled upon this sol
nary woman. who, lifting up her face in
the dying light, proved to be Margaret
Churchill
Good Heavensl'' he said, Selling her
invoIunlarily, Miss Churchill Isl you,"
80 MIR. Tyrrell" said Margaret, with a
half historical gasp OF relief. Wet, be-
w'Idered, almost despairing, as she had
been the moment before, she chung to him
as she might have chung to Hugh. I,was
so good to have a protector-and, in truth
lew women could have asked a better pro-
tector than he who stood looking down
upon her in amazement
Is it you?' ne repeated, as il he could
N' ie"''%e t"e iucI fOr heaven sake,
what are you doing heres'
don't know said Margaret. still I'M
strung 10y the re,ulsion of terror and re-
lief IL started tor home this way" she
went on, after minnie, land IL think
must have got lost Do you know where
we are, Mr.. Tyrrell2'
Perfectly well" answered Tvrrell
" We are close in the neighborhood of INV
mills-and a very dangerous neighborhood
OF my mills-and very dangerous neigh
oorhood 1t is just now. To think of wo.
man here alone at such an hour! You
might have wandered into the flood, or
fallen into the hands Of proving rufiians-
Good Heaven! how could you have been
so rash p he broke off, almost angrily.
81 don't know" said Margaret gain
this time pentently. IL wanted to see
the flood. 1t was not my FAULT, Mr.. TYR
rell-l was sure could reach home this
way
"Wbat madness e. he said. Then. in a
lower tone, God knows where you would
have been in the morning, if had not
CHANGED TO stumble upon you. Come this
way"
1t you will only be kind enough to
show me how to get home she said to
him meekly, clnging to his arm, as he
hurried her along through the storm aud
gathering darkness
" am afraid that i. impossible he an.
'wered. " We are in different quarter,
altogether, AID you will suffer now from
exposure to such a storm We must find
refuge a. soon as possible"
" But Hugh will be so uneasy" pleaded
Margaret.
Then lie should have taken better care
Of You, was the rejonder
After this, nothing more was said. Tyr
relI decided manner bore down everything
and Margaret felt that indeed any refuge
would he better than the storm OF bowling
wind and rain which beat upon them now.
She did not ask where they were going. as
her companion bali lei. half carried her
over much uneven ground. and through
numherIess pools Of water; but she lelt
surc that wherever that strong arm aBi
gentle baud lel Der she would be safe, and
with that CONSEQUENCES size was wise
enough to be satisfied
At lat she heard Tyrrcll say Thank
God and. looking round, she saw the
dark outline Of building close at hand
The next moment be partly released her