The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1880-04-30

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THIS photograph? Well. l hardly
know how 10 answer you. do not
know her name. only saw her once
in my life, then only for little time,
ard the chances are | shall never see
her again. Strange that woman, a
perfect stranger, should give me her
photograph? IL does sound strange.
How did l get it? Thereon hangs a
tale. l will tell YOU it. 1t points a
moral. il characteristic Of woman. and
furnishes me with a pleasant reminis-
cence Of too fleeting visit to the Scot
fish Highlands.
1t was two years ago--thc summer
holidays. had spent them with my
wife's brother, George Nettleford We
had put into execution long cherished
scheme. and been up to the Highlands.
One day the sun was setting as we
reached the top of an ascent il had cost
us some pains TO climb. Sitting on the
bank by the roadside. under the shadow
OF a mighty tree. we dotted our hats, so
that the gentle breeze might cool our
heated brows. On sudden we heard
quite close 10 us loud cries and shouts,
as u some one in distress or danger.
What's that2r said 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
lad drowning in the pool.
So il seemed. The bank on the other
side Of the hedge sank in sharp de-
scent some thirty feet or more. A lit
tie 10 the left was a stream or piece OF
water Of some sort. Generally it was
quite narrow narrower than this room;
you might have jumped across it--bnt
In one place il widened out into tiny
lake or pond. tolerably deep apparent
ly; for somewhere about the center was
liitle boy trying hard to keep himself
afloat. and making terrible hullabal-
loo.
Without n word we got over the
hedge and ran down the bank. Calling
TO the youngsier TO keep still, ran into
the water 10 help him. II might have
been deep enough to drown him. but il
barely came up 10 my shoulders; and
when / had once hold of him, it was
easy enough 10 pull him out, and he
was little damaged; for when had got
him ont he stood bolt upright on the
bank. looking at me with large round
eyes.
You're not drowned?r said. smil-
ing ut his solemn expression
lie shook his head gravely without a
word. He was qpeer-looking child,
quite little one, scarcely more than
ten years old. So far, l had kept my
hand upon his collar, thinking he might
fail down. or faint, or something; but
relieved Of any such fears. took il
away. No sooner did I do so than,
without sign Of any such intention,
he was of like dart, up the bank,
through the hedge, and out Of sight.
well, said George, laughing,
there's gratitude for you"
"Yes." said I. little nettled, Z. he
might have said thank you"
"Or told You how much further we
have to 20" growled George.
I've rot ducking for my pains.
continued. thinking somewhat ruefully
a my knickerbockor suit--a recent pur.
chase.
That won't matter" quoth George,
unsympathetically; "you'h soon get
dry."
We climbed up the bank, and contin-
ued our journey. talking and laughing
over our waysidc adventure. After .
time we struck upon charming country
inn. shrined in glorious swect-smell
ing frame Of oncysuckle and red roses
We entered together. The very sight
Of the bar was enough to do one good
Behind the counter sat female. look
ing quite the lady, about thirty-five Of
SO. in widows cap and weeds. She
rose ri our entrance.
1--WE want two beds" said, coming
10 the point al once.
We can offer you none." she re
4ked, civilly, but anything but warmly
I'VE are already ovcrcrowded. w
have no accommodation Of any sort Y
giv. YOU"
Then whore shall we find anothe
innrs
1.-The next inn Is about she pauses
- eight or nine niles farther on.
She might rs well have said eight o
nine hundred.
Out We staggered from that dclciou
bar into the gathering night Their
was man. laborcr Of some sort