The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1875-09-25
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backw
"Oh, uncle," cried, catching his arm,
'you must not--you can notW lor he was
taking off his coat.
"Oh, my boyl my boyw he groaned.
"God help me. can't swim stroker'
| Atthat moment my eyes fell on Oliver
Murray, aud felt again poor uncle's
words, even in that horrible TIME Of trial.
The man was noble--handsome now in
The wondrous look that came over him;
Tor while the speek-and-span we'll
dressed RIVAL ran calling for help, the
other had thrown of his coat, vest and
boots, and rolled up the dripping shirt
over his great muscular arms.
One moment he was at my side, to
catch my hand, as bis bright gray eyes
looked into mine, saying plainly, for l
read them
"Good-byp
The next moment he was running from
us, twenty yards down the rushing
stream, where, with dash and plunge,
he forced his way in and swan boldly
out to try and meet the drowning boy.
pray heaven may never again see
such u sight as that; though my heart
throbbed with JOY the while AS l saw my
nero struggling on, now swept away and
whirled around in an eddy, now borne
under in whirlpool, while the pony
battled bravely on in mid-streani, but
without Philip, who was now swimming
alone, but sinking-sinking as watched
him, unable to remove my eyes from the
horrible sight.
" was like u hideous nightmare. re-
member Fleming coming TO me to draw
me away, and l believe / STRUCK at him
with my hands to keep him back. l re-
member seeing uncle running along, far
out in the water that threatened TO sweep
MIN too away; and remember seein.
our darling sink whlle Oliver was SWIM
ming far below. Then all seemed to be
misty, dreamy and confused, till woke
like one from u trance to hear the shout
ing of those by my side, for could not
nave been insensiDie u minute.
"Yes p'-s.No! '-''l1e'Il never do 1t p
"He's got him mo, no, it's all over!'
-"OhW
There was one deep groan In chorus
then, and l dashed lower down the
stream to see low down in The rushing
water dark head and pair Of staring
eyes, not twenty yards away from tue
edge. Then saw the strong swimmer
was spent, was being swept away, and
that all was over, when the stream bore
uIm against a standing tree, to which he
clung till a brave fellow swan to him
with Il rope, and saw what seemed 70
be the three bodies dragged ashore.
1t was a hard tignt lor lite even then,
for both Murray and our darling were in
sensible when carried up to the mill cot
tage; but willing hands were ABOUT the
doctor, and Mr.. Wilson helped, aud that
evening l knelt by Oaver Murray's bed
side, holding his hand as wepI over it
tears of thankfulness and JOY.
l don't think 1T was then, but two days
alterward, while was his nurse-for he
was very ill, cut and injured by the
stones of the valley side-tn al, in answer
to a question, L told MIN he was mistaAen
about john Flem.ng.
"But you love him?" he said, in faint
whisper.
"Na," said, in as low voice, "and l
never could"
Need TELL you that hid my blushing
face i'll his two hands that were
stretched out feeDly to m9f OF, more
than that, need say Lnat Tor many
m ny happy years l have been The wife
Of Oliver Murray-my heroic. Manvllle
Fem.