The Saline County journal. [volume] (Salina, Kan.) 1871-1893, 1878-11-28

for q moment. / called ont loudly. A
head was put out; l yelled again. The
plank wherein lay slipped from beneath
me, rose up again, and carried me head
long down the foaming lasher like an AZ
row from q bow, while my companion was
wrenched away and darted for the wheel
A loud cry escaped me as we parted. ali
was over now Death at last. ''Oh Rosie,
my darling Rosie; till we meet in heaven
farewell" I had time to think SO
much, no more.
Hes all right; don't you lubbers keep
around like that; sheer of, can't We Let
chap have mouthful of air! Hurrah,
yer sOwls! he's breathin'!
He was. 1t wasI. But how weak, how
very i'll, mentally and bodily, felt when
| awoke again to life and asked for
''Rosie!"
'Sure he's wanderin' in his mind. so he
is. Dinny. run up and tell the captain
the gentleman alive. Hurry. now!"
remember nothing more until found
myself in barracks, in my brothers quar-
tiers. Then l suppose l fell asleep. But
when ! again awOke to consciousness.
they told me in muffled tones that had
only just pulled through brain fever, and
had been in bed nearly FIVE weeks.
Five weeks! was due in London! |
told the doctor so. or somebody spoke for
meat least, the voice was not like my
own.
Indeed, then. it's out o tins We don I
stir, me lad, lawyers or no lawyers. Quiet
now, or I'll give We composer. and send
We to sleep for another month";"
submitted, and got better. In fort
night | was down again in the ante-room,
where | was welcomed as ''hero of ro-
nance" The good-natured quizzing aud
congratulations on my recovery were in
cessant. At last, noticing my puzzled
look. my brother said:
Perhaps he hasn't heard the real facts
have you, H?
81 have not the very slightest idea what
you are all talking about. | replied. If
it's joke, don't see it"
snow look, here she is again, Lucky
fellow"
mot day but what she rides over to
inquire.
''Her fathers here, too.
''Tell them to come in. Hamblyn, and
see the preserver Of the sole daughter Of
his house and heart. '"
] heard, but scarcely needed, all this
"chaff."
The door opened: lady in well-ftting
habit appeared. Mechanically / rose as
she came in. | looked at her for one
brief second, the next l clasped her in my
arms.
Rosie, my darling Rosie, can it be you,
indeed?"
No doubt about IT. She had come to
thank me- For what? For saving her
life that night when Sir John Carney
house was burned.
1t was Rosie had rescued then. No
wonder my heart had beat SO fast while
we foated down the stream
Rosie was my own at last She is mine
still. Thank Heaven.
Mrs. Temple and her daughter had been
ing at Sir John Carney's house the fire
panion during that twenty minutes in the
water. Wrapped up as she was, and ST.
lent as we both were, We did not recognize
each other in the dark The miller had
stopped the wheels and pulled Rosie out of
the eddy Just in time.
For day or two Rosie had been quite
unable to give an account of her rescue
from the fire; and, when her father ar
rived, IN obedience to telegram, he
learned at the barracks-where he had
called with Sir John to thank the COM
handing officer for his timely assistance,
that his daughter preserver was myself.
The reader will almost guess the sequel.
Soon after my return to London | was APP
pointed secretary of nice little company,
with nice little salary, and work to
match, all through the influence of the
good solicitor. This employment left me
leisure for other work which | was lucky
enough to obtain, and my success embold-
ened me 10 ask for Rosie once more.
This time was not refused. We were
married the year following; and now,
when we wander lover hill, over dale"
we often recall how We struggled together
for life that memorable night, through
Aood-through fiIe."