Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1880-06-17

! anxious gaze. But when Uncl
Isaac. by o mighty effort, turne,
the frantic horses into q rough lan,
that opened on the roadside, hopin,
thus to check their mad career
Harvey grew white and Lu. utteret
a piercing shrek, for we saw direct
ly before us the wooded precipic,
that formed the ridge.
i The animals dashed madly on
The shrill whistle and deep roar o
the passing train filed them will
new madness. If before our des
truction had seemed inevitable, i
now was doubly 90. Just before III
the unavoidable preoipice, on either
side zigzag fence, into which Uncl,
Isaac valnly tried to turnIhis furious
horses. What had we to hope for
We drew swiftly nearer. Uncl.
Isaac cried in hoarse voice-sChiI
dren, we are lostl' Lu. screamed
wildly. | closed my eyes to shu,
out the sight, and then opened them
and gazed with the fascination o,
despair. In q second of time
thought of everything imaginable
OF Uncle Guy, now awaiting us q,
the depot, aud wondering why we
were not there. | thought Of Aunt
Rebecoa and what her agony would
be when standing beside the dead
body of her husband. Then prayer
of anguish rose silently from my
heart, and after that / had but one
thought. The furious animals were
already leapipg over the edge of the
precipice, and we, clinging to the
carriage, were fast following them
but had only one thought, and
that was-Harvey. The name rose
to my lips, but before it was utter
ed | was ciasped in his arms. Lu.
had tainted, but l did not swoon.
was sweetly, sweetly conscious oil
the passionate kisses that were
sho wered on lips and eyes-sweetly
conscious of the firm clasp that held
me to the heart loved. But sud :
denly, before we had fallen quite
over the edge of the precipice, while
yet we chung to the carriage, a
violent shock almost threw US out.
The horses struggled and plunged,
becoming moro and more entan-
gled in the harness, until they broke
loose and rolled down the declivity,
or fell from rock to rock; while we,
securely upheld by two large trees
that had caught the carriage tie.
tween the wheels, gave thanks to
God for our great deliverance. 1t
was awfully, terribly strange to
hang suspended over the edge OF q
frightful precipice, unhurt. Uncle
Isaac was lifting up bis voice in
praise. Lu. bad not yet recovered
from her swoon, and Clio. was pres
sing bis lips to hers, while l rested
contentedly on Harvey's breast, so
calmly quiet that he, alarmed,
strove IN vain to realize that our
danger was not yet over. only
shook my head, and clung to him
the closer.
But before long fell into deep,
slumberous swoon, from which !
awoke at last at my own little room
at the farm house. Weeks passed
before I left my chamber, and then
was carried out by arms stronger and
younger than Uncle Guy's-arms
that embodied me even more tenderly
than his had ever done.
One evening in August we all sat
at twilight on the porch. The pro-
jecting ewes Of the old Dutch farm
house sheltered US from the falling
dew, and the swallows futtered in
and out among the moss grown Shin
giles, twittering in concert with the
katydids. The harvest moon hung
just over the horizon, slanting its sill
yer bars through the branches of the
trees. We had long been silent,
drinking in the beauty of the scene,
inhaling the fragrance Of the balmy
air. At last Gin. spoke.
4 say, May, you and / flirted des-
perately enough this summer, but
nothing to compare with Harvey and
Lu.; did we?'
Excuse me, said ! but / did not
fiirt. I accepted your attentions be-
cause-what else could do? /
never flirt.'
ooh I! no. Not at aIl-of course
not, exclaimed Lu.
Really, / DON'T I returned. But
if Gin. firted with me because he
thought you and Harvey were in
love, how could ! help it p
Sure enough ! how could you p
said she, laughing. 'And how conld
I help it if Harvey did devote him.
self to me for two whole months P
There 7 interrupted Harvey. Don't
say a word, Lu. 1t was more your
fault than mine. / understand it all
now. You thought that Gin. and
May were lovers just as much as
did /; and we both thought it our
best way to firt with each other.
| w ASH tuat III
| YES said Uncle Guy. you all
played game at cross purposes.
Had you understood each other, mucn
trouble and pain might have been
spared you. But sAlrs we'll that ends
well. The twilight has deepened in
10 darkness, children. 1t is growing
damp and chill. Let us 90 ia
Yes said Lu. ,glibly reciting from
memory lesson in her long ago ba.
by primer, 'Iet US 60 in. Go we in
In we go. Do we 60 in /? We do 60
in.'
But all this happened in the days
of Aud Lang Syne.
And when / tell you that dear old
Uncle Guy died with the twilight Of
an autumn day, and that all my joys
and sorrows have greeted me in that
soft, still hour, do you wonder why
love the twilight?
GENERAL JAMES A. GARFIELD re-
sides at Mentor, Lake county, O.,
seventeen miles from Cleveland. The
roof of his farmhouse and barn can
be seen from the passing trains of
the Lake Shore Railroad, nestled
amorg the trees. He is man great