The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-05-14

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reach q point where o crossing might pos
sibly be effected. TO attempt to cross I'm.
mediately below tho weir would be simply
| suicide.
The crowd followed breatblessly on the
top OF the bank, watching the daring rider
| below. Not one man or woman there had
the falntest hope that he would reach the
centre Of the river alive. True, the river
had spent its greatest fury now that II
| was released from its narrow bounds; but
| the current was still swift and strong, and
branches of trees and wreoksge were DO.
| Ing swept along. No man, the villagers
| thought, unless aided by supernatural
| power, could live in that stream.
Sir Philip had paused now. He bent
over his horse and patted his neck, and
then lifted his right hand toward the
| heavens. The next moment the noble eteed
plunged into the river, and great cry
went UP from those who saw the gallant
deed; and the women fell upon their knees
and prayed aloud for the doomed lord of
Darrell,
II did indeed seem as If Philip Darrell
had merely rushed upon death-the strong
current swept horse and rider downwards
for some distance, and It was only with
difficulty the noble animal could hold his
own.
"Bear up, my HassanW cried Darrell
encouragingly, caressing the arching neck.
The Arab obeyed the guiding hand, and
turned athwart stream they were half
way to the center now, and Hassan was
painting, but struggling valiantly. Darrell
called to the noble horse TO strive yet a
little while. When they had reached mid
stream, lassan's powers were failing, and
his breathing was lAbored and distressed
amy brave steed my hope, my life, do
not fail me " cried Darrell, In agony.
ga little longer, Hassan There--another
effort We shall reach the bank--we shall
save her, my Hassan"
Clouds had yelled the moon, and the
people on the Scarth Abbot shore could no
longer SEQ the two battling with the wa
tiers The dark eyes that saw them from
the Mil for u moment after the first
plunge, lost sight Of them when the tide
carried them down, and lima prayed fer
vently that her lover might be saved from
the terrors Of the food.
The moon came out again. Where were
theyf The villagers asked themselves
Had horse and rider been engulfed in the
rushing riverY Was the curse fulfilled
thus, and had the life Of the last Darrell
paid the exacted tribute2 No; they could
see that horse and rider had reached what
had been the bank that morning. Tho
horse was swimming still; but the water
was just over the ssddle-girths. In another
no horse atnnnah with dr0OuinU
head. They could see Dark Darrell bend
ing over him. He seemed to clasp his
arms about the horses neck and cry Of
JOY and Thanksgiving went up. II reach
ed the brave riders ears, and he sent up
sn answering shout Of triumph. The
horses feet had touched ground. lie had
won the mighty battle; and trembling and
exhausted, he had stopped to rest and
gather fresh strength.
But the peril was not yet past, The
Mill had TO be reached. 1t was still stand
ing. For only moment did Sir Philip
suffer the horse TO halt; then turning him
back towards the Mill he rode EDWARDS,
the water still washing up TO the saddle
girths. II was impossible TO exceed a
wslking.pace; and In every second Oar.
rell lived an hour OF agony. At any mo-
ment the Mill might collapse before his
eyes, carrying with 1t its hapless prisoner.
AS no drew nearer Sir Philip perceived
| 10 would DO necessary 70 swim again TO
reach the Mill. The current too, grew
stronger every minute, augmented here
by tho weir. Was he to lose all when 10
was nearly within his graspf Hsssan's
great power Of endurance had been taxed
to their utmost The brave animal could
do little more. He could scarcely keep
his feet against tho wash Of the flood;
but lac struggled on, still on, urged by his
masters voice aud cheered by his loving
touch.
"One moment nero my Hassan--ono
moments Oh, heaven, have mercy yet,
and spare her TIL / come Hassan, my
brave, my faithful, you csunot fail mel
Strive still, my noblest, my bestl SO, once
morel All, Heaven, give US aidp
The horse was of his feet, swimming
for dear life. lie had no breath for the
answering whlnny 10 the voice he heard
but family, for his powers were fast fail
Ing. Horse and rider were close now;
the Mil was above them. Darrell rose In
the stlrrups, and, putting up his hand, he
| found that he could almost touch the lin.
| tel OF the irst-story window. He shouted
aloud. Was that an answering cry fsom
wlthin--he yoiceP The brave steed ap-
| poared W know his errand, and made one
more effort. Now Darrell grasped tho
Intel, raised himself, and stood on the
sill. Yet even In that anxious moment
| his noble companion was not forgotten
| A bitter sob burst from the mans heart as
the pathetic eyes Of the gallant steed
| looked up at him, and then the food car.
| ried the noble Hassan downwards. He
could strive against 1t no longer; but still,
with the instinct OF self.preservation, he
struggled TO keep afloat and Darrell rails
| cd his locked hands TO Heaven and Ut
tered apsssonate prayer for the brave
and faithful life that had been almost
spent for him.
ond that ho pausotHSqa -scarcelya sec
the Mil, and called llma's name; and the
answer came back
"Philip, Philip, am herew
He dashed up the narrow stairway TO
the floor above. What was that, that fash.
cd across tho broad shaft Of moonlight
pouring through the uDguardod Window
A mans figure, crouehing, hiding, and
ready to spring
| -
CHATTER XIII.
"Roland Sabine, take thisW
| With spring like y panther, Darrell