Ashtabula weekly telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1880-1886, 1880-12-10

could be quite warm, now, I think the
trouble would soon be over. Go into
the press-room and get me those blank
cts. You foolish child" she cried,
as | staggered In my effort 10 gain the
door. ITO be 20 frightened when the
worst danger Is Overl What you brought
me has helped me already; am strong.
err Go quickly, and come soon back p
/ was almost iusensible, before stood
in the hall. But once there my life
surged back to me again; and with IL,
such an intOlerable sense Of Eleanor's
danger, as gave wings 10 my feet. /
don't know how reused them, or what
said, bat the time could almost be
counted by seconds, before q crowd Of
people, In every stage Of undress, and
grasping all sorts Of weapons from rifles
10 curling-irons, were trooping along the
corridor as noiselessly as they might.
Alec Stuart'gface--I sawin the light ofthe
candles the frightened servants held
was whittier than Eleanor's had been
when l woke 10 find her bending over
me.
just as the door crashed back under
Uncle Philips hand, we heard within a
sharp click, and q loud oath, in a rough,
startling voice and then we could see.
A man stood directly before the fire.
place, his figure outlined blackly against
the dying flame; a dark, low-brOwed,
crOuching figure, across whose lowering
forehead an ugly cut showed, from un-
der a pushed-up bandage; a figure
whose right hand clutched a
short sharp knife; its blade
flashed in the Pickering light
His eyes we're fixed in a sort Of terrified
fascination on Eleanor, toward whose
bedside he had evidently been moving,
when, at the click of her pistol, he had
raised his eyes, and stood paralyzed.
Eleanor was sitting upright in bed, her
| long bright hair falling all about her,
her hand Il noticed, with the strange
strained interest in little, irrelevant
things we feel so often when we are in
pain or fear, how oddly that white
| hand, and the light lace wrist-ruflling
above it, contrasted with its grim con-
tentsD firmly grasping her shining,
deadly little weapon. Her finger was on
the trigger; and her finger did not
tremble. That her aim was good one,
the crouching figure, stopping midway
in its stealthy approach to the bed, did
not seem TO doubt. -H
Of course that is all there is to tell.
After that it was only a momentary
struggle of one man with many; and
then he was bound and taken away
And Eleanor sent back the money Of.
fered her for his capture, TO be used for
the benefit of poor prisoners. 1t was
horrible; it was like taking blood.
money!" she said. Yes, of course il
was Burroughs; you knew that from the
first, did you notP He had been skulk.
ing about the outbuildings day, il
seemed; and had taken advantage of ar
open door and an empty kitchen tC
find his way up to the great room he
supposed unoccupied. He had mean
to avail himself of the storm that night
to make good his escape with whatever
small valuables in the shape of trinketi
or plate he could lay his hands on.
And OF course Eleanor tainted, wher
the reaction from the intense strait
came? No, she did not faint, though
she turned little weak and white. /
was who tainted, when realized he
safety, and saw Alec Stuart on his knee
at her bedside, thanking God that NJ
harm had come to her.
While | was recovering consciousness
. l discovered that Dick Francis was chat
ing my hands and calling me a blessel
little heroine. remember feebly laugh
J, ing at the notion Of a person Of my re
cent behavoior deserving that title. An,
, of course Eleanor married Alec Stuart
: OF course. And Dick and ''stood up
with them, as the phrase went in thos
days; and ''stood up" together twelv
month later, at the same altar-rail, onl
/ this time hand in hand. Do you eve
see Eleanor Stuart nowp My deaf
i Eleanor went home to the High Coun
/ tries long ago. Her life in this worl
was not long, to have won such love
: and done such good and beautiful work
: And Alec Stuart followed within year
He was a man to do his whole duty
the last; but l think he must have bee
) glad when it was done, and he could &
home to Eleanor.
} And that is quite all my story. An
! when you remember that, as | said /
the beginning, it is the only adyentur
? that has befallen me in all my five-anC
: fifty years, it does not seem much OF a
t adventure, after aldo you think
, does, my dearsP--GOdey'S LGdy'S BOol