Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1873-09-18

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"Well !"
You have robbed yourself to
keep me warm. You are freezing.
"iNo amt, took it off because
it was 80 awful lial, = anil taking oui
his handkerchief with i'is disehg'al@e' !
hand he made a pr,tell:e Of %lpln@
the perspiration from his brow
How long have I been asleep
".Ah64t ,;.::r... !...,ss. We nSe drift
Ing in s: Or. IL W
Snail we !'c <;;rr"i
Il don't knn~. Pit yonr anus
around my neck. FIR lin gong. to. to.
take mine away
Becky did this time as She was 5
hidden. She not only threw her arms
quickly around his neck, but she laid
her head>upon his breast, without the
slightest hesitation. In the darkness,
Fred. did notkuow that she imprinted
/. kiss upon his shirt bosom.
Hold fast now /" he cried. : Hold
on, for your dear life J"
The log had been gradually near
ing the shore for some time, and 1t
now shot suddenly under large syc.
amore which overhung the bank and
trailed its branches in the brown flood.
Quick as thought Fred seized the
limb above his head, and pulled with
all his might. The headlong course
of the cottonwood was checked; it
plunged heavily and partly turned
over, its top became entangled in the
sycamore, and terrific cracking of
limbs ensued. With a sudden spring
Fred gained the projecting branch,
dragging his cling;ng burden after
him. In another instant the cotton
wood had broken away md continued
it's voyage down the river, while the
bent sycamore regained its shape with
such a quick rebound that the two
travellers were very nearly precipita.
ted into the stream again. Fred, half
supporting, half dragging Becky,
worked his way to the trunk by Sc
ries of gymnastics that would have
done no discrelit to Blondin, and in
IL moment more both had reached the
ground in safety.
THAT business we are we'll out
;of," he said, when he had regained
his breath. "Now where are we?'
He looked about. A light was
glimmering from behind them, ashort
distance from where they stood.
Becky could not walk without great
pain, and Fred lifted her lightly in
his arms and started for the house.
1t proved to be the dwelling of a
snail planter who was not lacking in
hospitality. Here their wants were
quickly attended to, and under the
cheering influence of warmth and
shelter, Becky was soon herself again.
They drove home the following day,
Fred having procured the loan OF. the
planters horse and chaise for that
purpose, promising to return them by
Mr.. Newton's servant the day after.
The morning was bright and clear,
and the fragrance Of the orange groves
was in all the air, Becky, who had
maintained almost utter silence. since
their escape from the cottonwood, was
no less silent now. Fred himself did
not appear particularly communica-
tive, and many miles Of the long ride
were taken without a remark from
either. 1t was Becky who spoke first.
"Fred!" she said.
"Yes."
You have saved my life, have you
not ?"
Happy to do it any day." he said,
not knowing exactly what else to say.
II thank you very much.
"Quite welcome, am sure. "
There was another long silence,
broken only by the sound Of the
horses hoof upon the road. Fred
himself seemed to have lost some Of
his habitual ease, for he kept his whip
in constant motion, and held the relns
nervously.
"Fred?"
Yes? ?"
"Are you going to write to that
vouno ladv in New Orleans ?"
Il s'rose so.
Hadn't you-better-try again
before you-before you write p
He turned his eyes full upon her,
and opened them wide
"Try again? try what p
1--WE been thinking through the
night" sad Becky, bending low 10
hide her face and carefully separating
the fringe of her martilla, :" that
perhaps-if you asked me again the
same question-that you did yester-
day morning. ni8htanswer little
different. y
Becky's head went against Fred's
shoulder, and her face became imme-
diately y lost to view.
You darling" he exclaimed, i
never intended 10 do otherwise. The
young lady in New Orleans Was
wholly a myth. But when, may /
ask, did you change your mind ?"
{" | have never changed it, she
murmured. Il have loved yon all
The time, but never knew it until last
night
And to this day, when Mrs Becky
Eckerson is asked where it was that
she fell in love with her husband, size
answers, "On a Log.
ClEsARIsM SQUELClIED.-Governor
Dix's Democratic Republican head
was level" when he refused the