The workingman's advocate. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1864-1877, 1873-11-15
CHICAGO DETROIT NOVEMBER

which he and his companion were.
A battle without, battle within. A
struggle ON the one hand Of the stormy
elements, an uprising Of all the force OF
existence within for supremacy over the
dire workings of inevitable fate. And then
in long calm in the storm, a sudden cry
which thrilled the young man through and
through.
Help !"
He arose to his feet in the widest agita-
ton and sprang to the door, with a super
human effort, forcing its fastenings and let
ting in deluge OF snow, and rough
blast from tbs tempest, which at that mo-
ment renewed its powerful vehemence.
He sprang into the snow-drifted mass and
attempted to clear it away. Neck-high he
saw long stretch OF dreary white canyon.
Nothing more but this.
"Heip ~
A second appeal-no the cry Of a human
soul in anguish. More triumphant cal,
the very singular intonations Of which
startled the miner, and sent the blood
thrilling with excitement through every
vein
He sprang into the old cabin again and
seized the sleeping Tom Barton rudely by
the arm.
tom Tom he cried, in excited
tones. Awake Help is near. GaI-
r:son has returned
Tom Barton, under the momentary ex-
citement, arose to his feet, and then sank
down again from sheer weakness.
Eugene Allerton again sprang through
the sn0w-clogged doorway, his face aglow
with the undue eXertIon, his hopes fixed
high. In the belief that aid was near, he
forgot al save that Garrison had returned,
and was shouting without. In the Cark
ness of the night he did not see form
struggling in the tempest, sunk III snow
waist-deep, and bathing with the elements
adown the Canyon.
Garrison Garrison :"
He repeated the cry dozen times his
voice ringing out high above the raging
of the storm, and raised his vision to catch
sight Of the well known form which was to
bring them relief.
Life seemed once again within his grasp
as he saw figure butfettlng the snow. and
madly making for the cabin.
" Heaven be praised, cried Tom Bar
ton, reverently, as Robert Garrison, with
snow-clogged garments and a huge bag on
his back, sprang through the doorway with
a wild cheer and flung his burden ON the
floor
=" Up, old boy :" he shouted to Barton,
up and give three cheers for Lucky
Gulch y
''You have brought the provisions l'
cried Barton, eagerly"
" Provisions ~ cried the old man
''Who talks of provisions at moment
like this We are rich, my lads, tell you.
| have well-nigh starved and frozen com
ing here.
''See By lucky fall | tumbled over
the gully down into a deep crevice in the
rocks See what | found, boys, see what
fortune has sent us. | flung the proven
der away for this =
He opened the bag, and flung its con-
tents ON the floor. A groan went up from
his companions lips, as they saw what the
outpouring revealed heap of shining
nuggets-ye yellow and golden, but useless
to the two men who were starving.
Don't look at me so, boys ~ cried the
old miner. Il couldn't help it, Look at
the heaps of gold, what may it not buy p
You are crazed with the sight of it,
returned Eugene Allerton, gravely. ''You
have sacrificed us for it. Where did you
empty out the provisions "
by the old ravine. Let them 60. Is
not that gold incentive enough to enable us
to reach the Canyon settlement.
But young Allerton had left hiIn-had
sprung away with low prayerfor guidance
and groan at Garrisons sordid folly.
The latter exhausted-ut utterly wearied-
had sunk upon the floor, while Barton,
with white, starved face, pleaded piteous-
ly to his Maker that the young miner
might he successful in his search for the
provisions.
A half an hour later, Eugene Allerton
staggered into the cabin, with two bundles
i'll his arms. The one he tossed to the
starving Barton, the other he laid tenderly
on the floor of the cabin. Then he caught
an axe from its resting place in a rafter
above, and with vigorous blows brought
down the partition which divided the cabin.
With this fuel, he soon built roaring fire,
and then lifting the bundle from the floor,
revealed human form
1t was young girl, wondronsly fair,
with face as white as the snow without, who,
enwrapped in a heavy shawl, gave no signs
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eighteen years of age, her face bore look
Of purity and beauty, which caused even
Tom Barton in his ravenous eating to
pause and gaze upon the form in wonder.
With woman-like tenderness the young
lainer chafed the poor hands, and restored
warmth to the cold body. A sigh, long
drawn breath, and the young girl opened
her eyes and started. In. the fast intensi-
flying heat which spread through the cabin,
Robert Garrison regained the consciousness
he had lost He came nearer to the fire,
but as he caught sight of the young girl in
his comrades arms, he started back
"What is it r. demanded young Aller-
ton, noticing his amazement.
The miner pointed speechlessly to the
young girl
You know her :" queried Eugene.
'Kncw herl Yes. She is Myrtle
Adams, daughter of the Colonel at Rensa-
lear claim p
(To BE CoNT!NUED.)