Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1881-06-17

rugged cliffs of old red sandstone-on
to the beech below, that made one dizzy
to look down upon
In the morning their bodies were
found by some Fishermen who had
missed Mark Fenton's presence from
among them, and had Immediately be
gun to make anxious inquiries. Mark,
though senseless, was alive. His fall
had been broken by piece of project
ing earth, and he was carried home
with broken arm and wounded
head
The graceful, youthful figure Of Dud-
ley Carleton lay crushed and dead up
on the beach, and one of the fisher
men-who had known him best,
through having accompanied him and
his friends on their boating excursions
went and communicated the sad
tidings to his relatives.
Meanwhile Mark was born away to
the cottage where he lodged; and the
worthy housewife, who had become
terribly alarmed at his absence, pro-
ceeded to dress his wounds with all a
mothers tenderness.
Her only son had been drowned
few moaths previous to Mark Fentons
coming to make his home among them,
and she had learned to look upon the
young fellow in the light of that son she
had lost.
| One hour later and the news had
reached Hetty, who entered the cottage
with a wild despairing cry and threw
herself by her lovers side.
"Mark-ohl dear Mark-live for my
sake" she calculated, in accents we'll
nigh choked with emotion. II never
knew how dearly / loved you until now
/ never knew that all the world is as
nothing compared to you. | have
been a foolish, wicked girl, and | want
you to forgive me =
Mark Fenton opened his eyes, and
fixed them on the white haggered ia &c
of Matthew Golding's daughter.
my poor lass" he murmured, faint
ly pressing the delicate fingers which
lay in his own palm, II knew you'd re-
greet it before long. Don't take on, my
darling; am not going to die yet; |
feel SO much better now that ! have
seen you, and heard your own sweet
words | am sorry Mr.. Cartoons dead !;
| shall always feel that | had some
thing to do with it, and yet He who is
one day to be my judge, knows that |
meant him no harm. Don't take on
SO, lassie-don't take on So"
ooh, Mark. ! am great deal more
to blame than you" continued Hettle,
still weeping. Il can never forget
what wicked girl have been"
Eyes you will, dear; wait till come
down on the beach again" rejoined
Mark, "and we shall be so happy to-
gether. Kiss me, Hettie, and let me
see you bright and cheerful every day;
that will do me more good than all the
doctors in England
And it was as Mark Fenton had said,
he did grow better every day, although
his recovery to health and strength was
a more lengthy affair than either he or
Hettie had ever anticipated; for it was
not until the following spring that he
was seen at his work again, and during
that time the frequent visits of the
worthy lass had cheered and soothed
him, and he went about his business at
last like the Mark Fenton of old. A
change, however, had came over Hetty,
and perhaps for the better.
a maglsteral inquest was held re-
speeding the discovery Of Dudley Carl
tons body, and his death was asserted
to have been occasiOned entirely by his
own passion.
Hetty could not do to much for
Mark to prove the affection he once had
feared she had bestowed upon another,
and III the early summer, to the infinite
satisfaction of old Matthew, they we're
quietly married in the little rustic
church
Their children may now be seen play
ing upon the beach, for they love to
listen to the song of the waves, or climb
on tgrandfather's" knee when tired of
their gambols and listen to his wonder
full tales; but there is one spot on the
cliffs which Hetty can never pass with
out a shudder, or recalli G to mind eve
nts in the past to which her husband has
never once alluded.