The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1877-12-06

SnOulQ DC lOSI unQer the Ice. DuI
last, after what seemed an age of su
pense, he was seen to rise once more.
"Help; Pm donep' he gasped.
DIR. Hamlyn, kneeling on one of th
gates, caught his uplifted hand. Stron
arms were quickly outstretched to hel
him.
"No, no; Philip frst!' he exclaimed
and we found that he held Trefusis i
his failing grasp.
Under DIR. Hamlyn's directions the
were both, though with difficulty, lifte
out and laid on the bank. Sir Phil
was to all appearance beyond earthl
help, and terrible fear came over u
that Uncle Dick, who was now insensi
BILE, had sacrificed his own life to N
purpose. Never were words more wei
come than DR.. Hamlyn's assurance tina
he had only tainted.
"Give him some brandy, some of you
and rub his hands and feet"
Eager hands volunteered for the ser
vice; but almost ere they could begil
their task he opened his eyes and gazec
around.
What's this7 Ahl I remembe
now. But where is PhilipT Ant
shaking himself like great Newfound
land dog, he rose unassisted to his feet
Sir Philip ay on the ground few fee
off, white and lifeless, his daughter
weeping on her knees beside him. Un
Gle Dick raised her with infinite tender
ness.
Nay, don't weep, pretty one; BY
Gods help we'll win him back to Life
yet. Now, lads, lend hand. Doctor
bring him to my place. 1t is a gooc
deal nearer than his own house, anG
minutes are precious just now."
Under the doctors guidance coats and
rugs were laid upon one of the gates
and on this rude couch the silent form
was borne up to the Lodge. Uncle Dicl
himself led Edith, tenderly patting the
little hand which lay upon his arm, and
whispering CHEEKY words of hope ano
comfort. Quickly we reached the
Lodge, and the good doctor at once
commenced the struggle with the grim
destroyer. For more than an hour the
household was hushed in an awful
quietness, each hardly daring to SPEAK
above whisper, till that tremendou:
question should be decided: els it life
or death ?" Poor Edith sat weeping
apart, each moment adding to her ap-
prehension while Howard, almost
equally distressed, vainly endeayored to
console her. At last, after what seemed
an age of agonizing dread, the door
opened and Uncle Dick came forth, and
went straight to Edith.
"God is good to us, my child; your
father will live"
Edith threw herself sobbing on his
breast.
so, Mr.. Polwhele, how can 1 ever
thank you for your noble, generous ~
" When Pm dryer, my dear, if you
don't mind putting it off little. l be-
gin to realize that I'm slightly damp;
and l think it might be aswel to put on
a few dry clothes. You shall tell me
all about it at dinner, my child )" and
gently touching her forehead with his
lips, he made his escape.
Meanwhile, though the rescued man
had given to the experienced eye of the
doctor the welcome promise of life,
there was much still to do to win him
back to conscious existence. Still the
resources of skill and science were ap.
piled with unremitting energy; and
after while the watchers were rewarded
by the patient opening his eyes, and
saying, in feeble voice:
"Dick, dear Dickl Where's Dick?-
T - - n,o1-
What took place at that interview be
tween the two old friends, so long
severed, none knew save themselves
but when some hours later we gathered
round the Widespread board, PhiliE
Trefusis and his daughter sat on eithel
hand of our generous host.
And surely such dinner never wa:
chronicled. Pen and ink would fail mt
to tell how the two ancient friends
warmed into youth again under the
sunshine of love renewed, We'd with
each other who should best recall the
memory of youthful pranks, and genia
recollections of happy boyish days. And
how Uncle Dick, sitting with Edith
little hand in his, and stroking hel
silken hair, told her what gay young
dog her father was in those merry days
and Sir Philip, not to be behind hand
recounted daring exploits and hair
breadth escapes of which Uncle Dicl
had been the hero. And how Cousin
Howard, seated on the other side o
Edith, artfully got possession of he
disengaged hand; and how their respec
tive fathers cheerfully smiled approval
And now, as, all too soon, the clocl
struck twelve, Richard Polwhele stoo,
up, and hand in hand with his oil,
friend, trolled out, in a deep rich voice
the good old song of "Auld Lam
Syne:"
"Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mindf
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days of lang syne?"
And how, when the song was endeo
dear old Parson Pentreath, always a
honored guest at this Christmas festiva
folded his hands, and with tears in hi
happy eyes, said;
+" For these and all His other mercie4
God give us grateful hearts,"
And with all our hearts we said:
"Amen."
NatPoy