Connecticut western news., 1881-11-30
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 The angry blood mounted to young Musgrave's brow. His hands clenched. Contempt was a new weapon for him ; but it's sting went home. .'' . ''.'''.-. z ,
 ''Is it SD strange, then ?" he contin- ued, after little pause, 'Perhaps it is: but for all that IT loved her and she loved me. It's not thing to talk about but I know by what feel this moment that it is as we'll have opened the flood gates, or they might wreak greater mischief. You're gentleman, MT. Harvey, according to the worlds, code. The work by which you gain gold does not soil your hands nor harden your skin. You don't dig all day in the darkness. You can labor under Gods sunlight. Perhaps. for E that very reason, you can't understand all that the sunlight is to us but to me there is something more even than the day god--something which makes me forget labor and blackness. It's the love have for the little girl I'm going to marry the little girl between whom and me you've come. I can't make to her the pretty speeches you've made. An, you needn't look up She's repeated some of them to me, and asked me why I never talked like that. We're man to man, MT. Harvey, and want to know what you propose doing. I could kill you, perhaps, but I don't want your blood on my soul besides she would hate me, then. But tell me, do you love my little lassie, too ? Is the fight equal? Do you want to marry her? She's not of your world. You'd be ashamed of her, perhsps, if you took her there. But is that what you mean It's her happiness I want to think of, It's like a man who's found rare dia- mond. If it were stolen from him, it seems to me, he'd want to know the thief understood it's value, and did not cast it in the mud" ....-. ...., | "So you're taking me to task for g few love-speeches of my idle hours-is that itP The girl is rarely pretty. I could not fail to tell her of it. But have no fear will not pluck your wild-rose. Twill leave her for the lover of whose smiles I have robbed her but for little time. D 5...-. .,..,.
 :.sYou will leave her for me, shorn of her bloom and fragrance, carrying those with you? Is that what you would say 2"ssaid the miner, white with passion. ssYou, wean her from me- then leave me to heal, if may be-, the heart which you have broken. You teach her a language do not know. nor can ever. hope to learn; you lead her into an atmosphere whose,sai I cannot breathe; and then, when she stifies m that to which condemn her, you ride away, unmindful, minimizing. Mir. Harvey, it's cruel thing. Don't let it go further. Leave us now. She don't quite know herself yet. or her own heart; perhaps can win it back. " The artist smiled. Aa.s ,"I really must finish my picture first" he said, rising as bespoke. 'tBut I'll try to refrain from the pretty speeches of which you complain, though positively I'm not sure but that the temptation will prove too strong for my powers of resistance. ]" l Course youl' muttered Musgrave, as Harvey strolled away. "Ourse you But, oh, my little grill my little lassie! will my curse bring back to me the love I have lost ?''
 A week later, at the mouth of one oi the claims, Fancy stood waiting for the young artists reappearance. a
 He had gone down to make sketch, and she had promised to await his re. turn, at the opening, when suddenly she heard a muffled sound. A portion oi the mine had been flooded with water,
 which had loosened-the rock, huge
 segment of which had detached itsel.
 and fallen. It was feared that some o the men were buried beneath it, but one by one the workers came to tho
 surface. *''' 1 By a miracle, all were unharmed. All.
 nay; the one for whom Fancy waitet
 had not yet come the artist wa.
 missing z..
 l The men listened as she told then
 who was below, then shook their heads I "There's no help for him, they said
 !" It's almost sure death to any one t,
 go below until the waters are drained
 off"
 "But he must not die !' she screamed
 unconscious how the agony in her ton
 betrayed her.
 "Who must not die ?" voice asked
 "Is your father below, Fancy ?''
 She turned her lover stood besid her. .4.g.f. stf.kzs =, .a
 "Oh, you are brave p she cried. cling
 ing to his arm. "Go down and say { himi My father No; it is Mr. Har vey. Every moment is precious Go E go!'' ......
 Jack Musgrave's face blanched to deathlike white. ..,,. .-E. "Why should save him ?" he said
 hoarsely. |" Let him diel' ..
 He shall not die P she said. "Ar you a coward like the rest? Save him Jack, for my sakeT' .u.tg.a .t,. '... .4
 At her words, dozen men sprang fol ward and caught his arms, as he wa , about to throw off his coat. .e -r "The girls mad r they said. 'sIt' at risk of your life, Jack. Shame, Fancy What is this stranger to you, that fo : him you should peril your lover's life ? } a "I-I do not know" she moaned passing her hand bewilderingly over he
 brow then tottered, and ere they coul