The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1881-06-16

was about giving it up for lost, when sud-
denly she caught sight Of it, almost hidden
by mass of sea-weed.
Isabel caught the bracelet up hastily and
turned to 60, saying to herself. II must
hurry or be caught by the tide"
At the thought her eyes turned toward the
Termination Of the point around which she
must 60. Her heart almost froze with hor-
Tor at the sight that met her gaze. The waves
curled at the foot Of the point, soft as
"carded WOOL"
"Help! Help"
The cry sounded family above the beat
ing of the tide on the rocks, and reached the
ear of Nell Haviland, who stood watching
the waves as they slowly encroached upon
the sand.
Some one in the cove, said the girl, and
running along the edge Of the cliffs, she
bent over the rocky precipice. She saw a
woman, evidently half dead with terror
crouching at the foot of the cliff.
"She will be washed away before I can
get help: I must help her myself" said
Nell to herself.
There was an almost impreceptible path
down the precipitous wall. Though she
was as used to climbing as goat, Nell
found it no easy task to decend. When
she bad nearly arrived at the base she CAL
led, lou must climb up this path. I will
show you how"
The woman, who had not heard Nell be.
fore, turned at the sound of her voice. and
Nell Haviland stood face to face with Isabel
Tressil.
ooh, Nell! dear Nell! save met" she
cried, clasplng her hands implorinQly.
rofi0foro6 ifco1f IN Nol1s, .o,.1
will keep my promise if I drown"
take hold of that little BUSH" she said.
land put your foot there" pointing to
little projecting stone.
1sabers terror caused her to catch at the
guiding hand instead of at the seemingly
insecure bush, and her excess of WEIGHT
caused Nell to fall downward. A stone
dislodged struck Ncll's foot, and to her dis
may she found herself unable to step, She
braced herself against the wall and urged
remorseful Isabel to scale the cliff. She
tried in vain. The unused muscles refused
to perform the task given them. Then with
cold, crawling waves around them. they
screamed in unison. No answer. At last.
with moan of utter despair, Isabel gave it
up.
Nell, it is of no use; We have got to
drown. But l cannot, cannot die! Oh,
God. have mercy!" and in an abandonment
| OF agony she buried her face on Nell's
! shoulder.
The words of the grand old hymn she
had often heard Alice sing came into Nelrs
mind. She put her arm around the trem-
bling form of the terror stricken woman.
and then the strong young voice rang out
clear and sweet as bugle call, flif1ging a
grand defiance into the very face of death.
| Jesus, lover of my soul;
Let me to thy bosom tiy
| The cold spray struck the brave young
singer harshly in the face, as if to stop her
"uefance, but the next second the words
While the pillows near me roll,
| While the tempest still is high,
foated over tho water. Strength came
back to Isabel; her voice Joined Neli:s
and steadfastly they awaited the seemingly
inevitable.
"Godtatdl" The anxious fate n his
mother startled him as he entered the hall.
DO 60 and look for Isabel. She went
down to the cove and has not returned"
| he waited to hear no more, but in Q
moment was running in the direction of the
cove: Hank! Above the roar of the surge,
steady and clear, sounded the death song
On, receive my soul at last
| de reached the cove and commenced de.
scending the path at a break neck speed as
his horrorifed gaze discerned two women
ut the foot. They both looked mn al
he called, Hold on for moment"
The possibility of being saved took awav
Isabel Tressil's strength, and her horror
stricken brother saw her fall forward into
the embrace of the foam crested wave that
had just swept up. But no. The pale
face Of Nell Haviland cleaned from the
water, and the almost exhausted face
said
Take her, quick!"
| Treseil snatched the senseless form of
his sister, and groaned.
"Oh, God! must leave you to be
| You cannot take us both. Tell Alice
that kept my promise"
| And Nell turned her ewes away to watch
with a curious sort of expectancy the oi-
gantic billow slowly crawling towards her.
1t swept over her, and then she felt herself
lifted up and borne off; but to her be-
numbcd sense of hearing it seemed as if an
agonized voice called Nell, g my darline!"
| and then Observation-Disclosures
! Was it Providence that called Alice Havi-
land to the cliffs at that moment? But she
bent over them just as Goddard Tressil be-
gan his ascent What was that object bur-
led almost in the water below him? She
recognized it. Only an angel could have
steadied the feet Of the light figure that
swung itself recklessly by Goddard Tres
sill and his burden. she reached the end
OF the path just as the wave bore away the
form of her sister, and great cry broke
from her lips:-
Nell, my darling!''
! The covetuous waves dashed the HELPLESS
body at her feet, and then strove to bear
away two victims. But the soft arms of
| Alice Haviland seemed to have been en-
lowed With the sttsueth Of iron. for sei1.
| ing Nell in q strong embrace she fought the
pillows until they shrank back conquered
by the power of love. Soon Goddard Tres
sll relieved her, and how, she never knew.
she reached the top Of the cliffs, but when
there Inconsistencies overlook her.
Slowly Alice drifted back to life. She
found herself In . large pleasant chamber.
where am II" she questioned feebly.
Goddard Tressil bent over her.
'You are at The Cliffs" he answered.
Recollection came back, and startincup
Alice Observation-Disclosures is Nell? must
60 to her"
She is doing we'll, and mother is divid-
ing her time between Isabel aud sister Nell
ne; that is" he added imploringly, 'she
VII! be my sister if you can forgive my cow
ardice Of three months ago."
II we failed to surmise Aice's answer, the
Wedding bells that rang out 30 merrily six
months afterwards would tell us whether
she refused to forgive him or not. Anal
among al the kinsfolks that assembled At
the cliffs to witness the marriage of God
dard Tressil and the fair young music teach
er, none was 80 dear to the heart Of Mrs.
Iressil as daughter Nellie, who nearly
lost her lite to save Isabel's," and happy
Nellie Haviland never regretted that she
faithfully redeemed her pr0tnise, ~@'