The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1882-05-31

what had happened; she knew that
she could not get out alive between
the rapidly-revolving arms of the
wheel. She knew, too, that, shout
ever SO loud, she could not make her
father hear. She thought Of her
mother and of the children upat the
house; and then, growing faint and
dizzy, she clutched with q desperate
l grasp one Of the arms of the wheels
as it struck her hands, and instantly
felt herself borne up and up as the
wheel swept over, and then remem-
bered no more.
Harvey Gates, whistling at his
work, showed aside the sticks of bob
bin timber as they were eaten
through by the saw, when suddenly,
above his whistling and the singing
of the saw, he heard shouted in his
ears, "Saut the gatsi" He started and
looked over his shoulder, spelling a
strip of wood that went into the saw
awry. There was no one, to be seen,
there was no one in the shop, and,
STOPPING, he picked upanother plank
for the saw, when he heard again,
"SHuT THE GATE!" The voice %as
strangely urgent and imperative.
Something is wrong" said he, as
he sprang out of the shop, and, run
ming up to the pond, d,.shnt the gate;
whats the matter? What's want
ing?" demanded he when he reached
the mill again. ~
There was no answer. He looked
in doors and out. There was no one
in sight. Hemade thorough search
OF the premises with the same unsat.
isfactery result. There was no one
in the mill but himself. He went
back to his saw. perplexed and cha
grined, for of late he was growing
slightly deaf; there was a ringingin in
his ears, and he sometimes thought
he heard voices when he was quite
alone, and he grew impatient at the
delusion. Never before had he been
imposed upon tothe extent of shut
ting his gate and stopping his work.
Vexed with himself, he turned to go
up and raise the gate again, but, us
he turned, lie looked out of the open
window over the"water-wheel.
"The shower must have been se-
we're north Of us yesterday" said he,
thinking Of the increased water.fow
which showed itselfin the brook be-
low the mill. Suddenly his eye
ca1ghts ething floating down the
stream. Was it nopen book2 And
what was that caught under the al
ders-a blue, gingham sunbonnet2
For an instant the mans heart
stood still, and his breath came with
a gasp; but the next moment he was
around to the water-wheel, now quite
motionless. Yes, there it was, just
what he feared to see, limp mass
tumbled on the floor of the Wheel
1t took some time TO unclasp the
small arms clinging so desperately to
one Of the arms of the wheel; but at
last it was done, and he carried Dear
up and laid her on a pile of shavings
in the shop, while hot tears rained
over the still white face. "How can
I take her to her mother?" he said;
and then, as if the tears on her face
or the sound Of his voice aroused her,
Dear moved, and slowly opened her
eyes.
"Tm all right, papa," she said
meeting his anxious face; and pres
emily she added thoughtfully, and as
if speaking to herself, "Hc heard me,
| knew he would.,'
"Who heard you?" asked her faith
er, raising her in his arn,s 70 make
sure that no bones were broken.
"Jesus," said the child softly
"You see papa, knew I couldn't get
out, and | knew l couldn't make you
hear, and Thought l had got to die
there; and then l remembered Jesus
could hear, and when l caught the
arm Of the wheel, l cried out, Lord
Jesus, tell my papa quick' And he
told you, didn't he, pap?"
Harvey Gates could not speak
Dear looked Wonderfully in his
startled, illumined face. After a mo-
ment, seeing that she waited for an
answer, he said, with unsteady lips: