West-Jersey pioneer., 1881-03-03

"You must climb up this path; l 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.
"Oh, Nell dear Nell! save mev' she cried,
clasping her hands implorngly.
A vow registered itself in Nell's soul. 81
will keep my promise if drown"
"Take hold of that little bush," she said,
''and put your foot there" pointing to
little projecting stone.
Isabels terror caused her to catch at the
guiding hand instead of the seemingly inse-
cure bush, and her excess of weight caused
Nell to fall downwards. A stone dislodged,
struck Nells foot, and, to her dismay, she
found herself unable to stoop. She tried in
vain. The unused muscles refused to per-
form the task given them. Then with the
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 mercyr' and in an abandonment of
agony she buried her face on Nell's shoulder.
The words of grand old hymn she had
often heard Alice sing came hack to Nell's
mind. Nell put an arm around the tremb-
ling form of the terror stricken woman, and
then the strong, young voice sang out clear
and sweet as bugle CALL flinging grand
defiance into the very face of death:
'Jesus, Lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly"
The cold spray struck the brave young
singer harshly in the face, as if to stop ut
terance, but the next second the words:
"While the nearer waters roll.
While the tempest still is high"
foated over the water. Strength came back
to Isabel; her voice joined Nell's and stead
fastly they awaited the seemingly inevitable.
"Goddardr' The anxious face of his
mother startled him as he entered the hall.
"Do 60 look for Isabel. She went to the
cove and has not yet returned"
He waited to hear no more, but in mo-
ment was running in the direction of the
cove Hark! above the roar of the surge,
steady and clear, sounded the death song
''Oh. receive my soul at last"
He reached the cove and commenced de-
scending the path at break-neck speed as
his Mortified gaze discerned two women at
the foot. They both looked up as he called
"Hold on for one momentp'
The possibility of being saved took away
Isabel TressiPs strength, and her horror
stricken brother saw her fall forward into
the embrace of foam-crested wave that
just swept up. But no. The pale face OF
Nell Haviland cleaned from the water and
the almost exhausted voice said: "Take
Ter quick"
Tressil snatched the senseless form of his
sister, and groaned, ooh, God! must l leave
YOU to be drowned, Nell?"
"You cannot take us both. Tell Alice
that kept my PROMISE" and Nell turned
her face away to watch, with a curious sort
of expectancy, the gigantic billow slowly
crawling towards her. 1t swept over hel
and then she felt herself lifted up and borpt
off, but to the benumbed sense of hearing
it seemed as if an agonized voice called
"Nell, my darling!' and then darkness
nothingness.
Was it Providence that called Alice Hav-
iland to the cliffs at that moment? But
she bent over them just as Goddard Tressi
began his ascent. What was the darl
object buried almost in the water below
him ? She recognized it. Only an ange
could have steadied the feet of the light fig
ure that swung itself recklessly by Goddard
Tressil 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 covetous waves dashed the helpless
body at her feet and then strove to beal
away two victims. But the soft arms o
Alice Haviland seemed to have been en-
dowed with the strength of cast iron, fol
seizing Nell in strong embrace she fought
the pillows until they shrank back con-
quered by the power of love. Soon God
dard Tressil relieved her, and how, she
never knew, she reached the top of the
cliffs, but when there Inconsistencies over.
took her.
Slowly Alice drifted back to life. Sht
found herself in large, pleasant chamber
"Where am II" she questioned feebly.
Goddard Tressel bent over her.
"You are at the Cliffs, he answered.
Recollection came back, and starting up
Alice exclaimed: "Where is Nell? mus
60 to her,"
"She is doing we'll, and mother is divid
ing her time between Isabel and sister
Nellie; that is, he added imploringly, ''she
will be my sister if you can ever forgive my
cowardliness of three months ago."
If we fail to surmise Alice's answer, the
wedding bells that rang so merrily 'siz
months afterward would tell lis whether she
refused to forgive him or not. And among
all the kinsfolk that assembled at the Cliff
to witness the marriage of Goddard Tressi
and the fair young music teacher, none was
SO dear to the heart of Mrs. Tressil az
daughter Nellie, who nearly lost her life
to save Isabel's," and happy Nellie Havi-
land never regretted that she faithfully re.
deemed her promise.
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