The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1880-04-28


just above my little bed
Harkl she calls; I'm going, papa; =
Please don't drink when Benny's dead"
~-C4tcd0o Ledger. .....
RESCUED FROM A POOL.
Who's that? Well, I hardly know
how to answer you. I do not know her
name. only saw her once in my Life,
then only for little time, and the
chances are shall never sec her again.
Strange that woman, perfect strang-
or, should give me her photograph? It
does sound strange. How did I get it
Thereon hangs tale. I will tell you
it. Itpoints moral, and furnishes me
with pleasant "Reminiscences of too.
aeeting visit to the mountains.
1t was two years ago-the summer
holidays. I had spent them with my
wife's brother, George Nettlefold. We
had put into execution a long-cherished
scheme, and been up to the Adiron-
dacks. I shall not easily forget that
time, nor how the days flew by, nor the
sunny weather, nor the wild scenery
which presented itself to us in all it's
glory.
Wewere working South after charm
ing walking expedition, and were still
In the wilder parts of that glorious
country, when one morning as usual we
packed up our knapsacks, and continued
our southern route. We had dinner at
. little roadside inn. 1t was not much
OF repast, and, to tell the truth, neither
particularly well served nor cheap; and,
having dined, we went off again, intend
ing to make for village which we were
told was some considerable distance off.
It was broiling afternoon, and by the
time we had walked some miles we be-
gan to wish we were near our journeys
end. We passed one village, and there
they told us the obhervi1lage was good
step further on, for which information
we were not sufficiently grateful. We
were half inclined to put up and stay
where we were; but, being an obstinate
couple, and DESTROYS of seeing some
falls which were in the immediate
neighborhood of our destination, we
pressed on. The sun was setting as we
reached the top of an ascent it had cost
us some pains to climb. Sitting on the
bank by the roadside, under the shadow
of a mighty tree, we doffed our hats, so
that the gentle breeze might cool our
heated brows. On sudden we heard
quite close to us loud cries and shouts,
as of some one in distress or danger.
whats that?" said T to George.
Sounds as though something was
the matter with some one," said he,
getting up and looking over the hedge.
/ rose and joined him.
Why" exclaimed George, "there's
q lad drowning in the pool.''
So it seemed. The bank on the
other side of the hedge sank in sharp
descent some thirty feet or more. A
little to the left was stream or piece of
water OF some sort generally it was quite
narrow-narrower than this room you
might have jumped across it-but in
one place it widened out into a tinv
lake or pond, tolerably deep, apparent
ly; for somewhere about the center was
little boy, trying hard to keep him
self afoat, and making terrible hula
baloo.
Without word we got over the
hedge and ran down the bank. Calling
to the youngster to keep still, I ran in
to the water to help him. It might
have been deep enough to drown him,
but it barely came up to my shoulders;
and when had once hold of him it was
easy enough to pull him out, and he
was little damaged, for when had got
him out he stood bolt upright on the
bank, looking at me with large, round
eyes.
"You are not drownedl" I said, smil-
ing at his solemn expression.
He shook his head, gravely, without
word. He was queer.looking child,
quite little Que, scarcely more than
10 years old. So far I had kept nv
hand upon his collar, thinking he might
fall down, or faint, or something; but,
relieved of any such fears, I took it
away. No sooner did / do so than,
without sign of any intention, he was
off like dart, up the bank, through
the hedge and out Of sight.
"Wel," said George, laughing;
there's gratitude for you"
eyes," said I, little nettled; che
might have said thank you"
Cor told us how much farther we
have to co." growled George.
I've got a ducking for my palms." I
continued, thinking somewhat ruefully
OF my outer garments.
"That won't matter" quoth George,
unsympathetically; you'll soon get
dry"
We climbed up the bank and contin-
ned our journey, talking and laughing
over our wayside adventure. Somehow
or other, I do not know how, we lost
our way; how far we went, or where we
got to. | do. not rightly know to this
day. Matters were beginning to look
serious-the evening was closing in;
we were in wild country, hardly q
house in sight; no village, or sign of