The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-01-29

sea. Lucy's head was resting on his
shoulder and his arm was round her. She
was sleeping quietly now, and she was
warmer for very gently had he laid his
hand on her face to feel, Presently with
| sigh and faint SILVER, she awoke. AT
first she did not know where she was. She
put up her hand felt his face, and started
back and away from him.
ADO not move away" said he. ave are
| perhaps thus saving each others lives"
She bethought herself of how cold he,
too, must be; he had given her his coat,
and must be aching with cold. She
touched his shoulder; his clothes felt dank
and chill.
"You have given me your coat" said
| she, II am warm, and you will catch cold
and die" and while speaking, she began
at once to take it off. His hand restrained
her,
~ will not let you take il of. l have
part of it. 1t will soon be morning, and
then we can go. am not cold. / am so
happy to be here to take care of you"
Did the hand he held slightly press
hist He thought it did.
"How miserable poor dear Aunt Esther
and Lettice will bel How miserable l
should he myself if it were not for you"
said Lucy.
1--WE will 60 the moment day dawns"
"But can you bear il till them" she
asked. "You are icy cold, l am sure
| Your clothes make me start whom touch
| them"
81 am very happy" was his answer ~
shall never be so happy again"
Lucy said no more; he, too, was silent,
hours passed. During this time there was
an interval of unconsciousness on Hugh
Richmond's part, though he would have
denied that he had been asleep, When
he became once more aware of where he
was, his first thought was that he missed
the sound, faint though it was, of Lucy's
breathing. Her hand had slipped away
from his grasp. He sought it, but his
own ached so he could scarcely move
When he found it, it was cold and stiffly
clenched. She had tainted. He chafed
her hands He called her by her name;
her head was lying against the chill wall
| of the cave; he could not arouse her
! Her hat had fallen off, her hair was dank
and wet wet with dew-as he bent for
ward TO raise her, one long coil of it graZed
| his cheek 1t was so cold that it seemed
| to cut him as with knife. Still he could
not arouse her. A slight tint of grey in
| the sky enabled him TO see white poor
something, which was Lucys poor, pale
face He felt for her pulse; it had stop
ped. What if it had stopped for ever2
He struggled to rise to his feet, but OH
| the pain that it cost him to do so! He
| stretched his aching limbs, and then he
took Lucy in his arms. If it was possible
to wade across that causeway he was re-
| solved to do it, and to bear her to the
| town and seek help before it was too late
Not without an effort on his part to save
her should an end come to her dear life
But how cold and stiff he himself was,
and what agonies Of pain clustered about
each joint Of his body! YEARLY he strug-
gled on his way with a grief in his heart
such as he had never felt before
This sweet, patient, sympathetic Lucy
was now very dear to him, She never
stirred. Her head lay on his breast like
dead womans; her hands hung down,
and were cold, and stiff. and numb. He
tottered as he went for he was chilled to
the bone with the long night in his wet
clothes; but if he died for it he would get
her to place of safety. Suddenly, when
he was very near the steps. he heard
loud cry, which seemed to rise from the
sea, He tried to answer it, but his voice
was frozen Again he heard cry, cheer
full English cry, such as sailors use. How
terrible if boat were near and he could
make no answer TO its offer Of help, and so
lost it. No sound would issue forth from
his lips, and his knees trembled beneath
him us if they must give way. II dare
not venture down those steps, thought
he, "until have recovered some strength.
1t would be most terrible il l fell with
her" Ill as he was, he still tried to make
his way to the top Of the steps. There he
would wait, and rest, and pray,
Oh, joy! A light was there, and he saw
dark figures Of men rushing up the steps
towards him! They had seen him on the
heights above them, struggling to bear
his burden, Philip Mostyn was there and
six stout sailors, and deep was the graft
tude Hugh Richmond felt rs he yielded
up Lucy to them. One long mesh Of her
wet hair had wrapped itself round his
neck he did not know how he was much
too weak to know anything; he felt them
unwind it. They carried Lucy into the
boat. They almost carried Hugh Rich
mond also. They covered them both with
rugs.
"Send man off at once to st. Malo for
a DOCTOR" gasped Richmond. "She has
been unconscious so long that there is no
time to lose" He himself helped to pour
some brandy between her lips, then he
sank back and knew no more.
CHAPTER X.
Lucy had been i'll for fortnight; and
more than once the doctor had looked so
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