The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1875-11-08

know now or would not have spoken.
meant to have asked-to have asked you to
be my wife, for was blind to everything
but the fact that loved you very dearly
Now it is all over, and say, God bless you!
May you be very happy
He raised my hand to his lips and kissed |
it as if had been a queen. and my heart |
swelled more and more with the great pity
that filed il even to bursting; and ne
dropped it, and stood gazing reverently at
me. could bear no more, but ran upstairs
to throw myself on my bed, and lie there
sobbing us if my heart would break.
l don't know how long | lay there, din
ner and everything forgotten but those two
soft, tender, piteous eyes looking into mine,
when l started up awake to the fact that
the room looked very dark, that it was
laundering very heavily, and there was the
sound Of rushing waters
l hastily bathed my eyes, which were
now dazzled by the lightning, and smoothed
my hair to GO down below; but out at the
front the rain was coming down IN sheet,
and the little river had swollen so that it's
frothy surface was level with the foot
bridge.
ooh, miss, amt it awful said voice at
nv elbow. Masters at the mill with Mr..
Murray and the men, and they're afraid
somethin' will be SWEEP away-Oh.'
tie girl-our maid-gave shrek as vivid
fash of lightning seemed to fill the house;
and for the next hour the lightning, rain
and thunder were incessant, though | never
eft the wlnlow for a moment.
Once in the midst of it all uncle and Oil
yer Murray came running up from the mill,
drenched both Of them to the skin, to fetch
screw wrench and couple of crow bars,
and the water strean,ed from them as they
said few CHEEKY words, telling me not to
be afraid, and then ran back.
Suddenly the storm seemed to be swept
back towards the hills, the rain ceased as if
by magic, the thunder grew more distant,
| the lightning more rare, but as l hastily
tied on hat and went out over the stream
ing paths the sight of the little river was
now terrific. The water was almost black,
but covered with foam as it rushed along.
The bridge was swept away, corn sheayes,
| dead sheep, loose hay and trees were being
whirled along, and if it went on swelling |
could see that the mill would be in danger.
.Ah, Nelly, dearest!' said voice, 'l've
come to see if | can be of any helps and
turning, there stood John Fleming, dry and
unruffl,d, as he threw off Macintosh.
Just then, out from the MILL came uncle
and Oliver Murray, grimy, soaked aud with
their hair clinging to their foreheads.
Ah, Fleming come to help said uncle.
grizzly; better stand aside. my lad; we
Shall soil you
He laughed, and whispered something to
me about Oliver Murray's appearance; but
1 turned away Indignantly, as Murray
smiled Pleasantly, and said
.Ah, l don't look much Of lady's man
now oh, good heavens! | forgot that
, boy.' cried my uncle, and he ran down a
, few Yards to the edge of the stream, wav-
ing his hand frantically; for there, on thu
other side of the swift current, now hund
| fred yards broad, came our boy Phil, can
tering on his pony to where should hav'
/ been the ford, but which was now icrc
, torrent, fifteen feet deep.
/ Back, Phil, back cried my uncle; ane
we all waved our hands to him: but tn
reckless boy, who heard nothing for tn
t roar of the waters, made our blood ru1
S cold, for without a moments hesitation h
r gave the pony the whip, dashed down tn
: road and plunged in to swim across
e | uttered shrek, think for the frs
" time in my lite: uncle gave groan an
Q staggered back. Oliver Murray stood as
turned to stone; and John Fleming caugf
u me in his arms and tried to turn me ava
from the dreadful sight; but struggle
;. from him, to see our darling wave his han
$ for help, as the current swept him and hi
j. pony farther out into the stream.
v Once the gallant boy t,ied hard to tur
the pony's head to swim back, but he " q
> in the power of q torrent that would hav
r. mastered a hundred times the Shetland
% strength, and knew that there was not
t, particle of hope.
d We all ran down by the side of the rus
I ing stream, and could now see the boys d.
>. spairinc look. as he waved his hands to u
,r while John Fleming ran about crying
a boat, boat.-Go back, Philip, (
G. back
y. OF. uncle I cried, catching his arr
IN you must not-you cannot" Cor he was Ia
ing off his coat.
N oh, my boy. my boy" be groaned.-
he God help me. cant swim stroke
id At at moment my eyes fell on DIV
n Murray, and / felt again my poor uncle
adj words, even in that horrible time Of tri.
ay The man was nohle-handsome, now. in I
- wonderous look that came over him:
be while speck-and-spa well-dressed rival r
of calling for help. the other had thrown
ny | his coat. vest anu nOo1s- anu IOHcu up y
In drip ng shirt over his great muscul
Ter arms.
he One moment be was at my side, TO cat
Dr. my hand. as his bright grey eyes looked
a to mine. saying plainly, for read them
a Goodbye
The next moment he was running from
IN twenty yards down the rushing strea
,ue where, with dash and plunge, he fore
err his way in and swan boldly out TO try .
meet the drowning boy.
81 pray heaven / may never again sec gu
he sight as that, though mr. heart ihrobt
The with JOY the while IS sew ny hero strl
I'm gle on, now swept away and whirled arou
in an eddy. now borne under in viii
lie. pool, while the pony batised bravely on
us. the mid-stream, but without Philip. v
er. was now swimming alone, but sinkii
ere sinking as watched him, unable to reno
my eyes from the horrible sight.
i'd: 1t was like hideous nightmare
der member Fleming coming TO me TO draw
ere away. and believe struck at him with