The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1882-06-17

caught sight of a little hand clinging
to timber, and moment later Leslie
was periling his own life for the safety
of the little wait, Robby. Presently
he struggled out of the flood, spent
and bruised, with his helpless and
limp bur len clasped in his arms.
For a brief time the earth seemed to
spin about him. Then he recovered
his senses as the girl caught and
pressed the dead face of her brother to
her heart with one long wall of an
guish.
Together they chafed the cold limbs,
endeavoring to bring back life, while
Lola wound her scarlet mantle around
poor R obby to give warmth. Failing
in this, they struggled up the noun
tains under their CHASTITY burden.
But at last they were compelled to
pause under thicket of evergreens
and lay the poor dead boy down upon
bed of soft pine needles. Then Lola
sank down by his side with burst of
tears that told she also had given up
all of hope.
must go for help" said Leslie,
tenderly raising her up. "Come with
me. Nothing more can harm him.
He is beyond all floods, all tempests,
all tears, and where sorrow can never
more Gomez
Clinging to him and weeping as if
her heart would break, he bore her up
to the villagers, who tended, com
forted and did all IN their power for
her, and when st last the flood had
subsidized they placed the poor dead
boy by the side of his parents in the
churchyord, and shortly afterward
there came stranger who claimed
Lola to take her away to foreign
home.
Alone that night, in the little school
house on the hillside, the young mas
ter sat facing the fact that the little
dark eyed Lola had taken with her
his whole heart. On his desk lay
little note of thanks which said:
God bless you, dear Mr.. Leslie, for
rlsking your life to bring me my dear
dead brother. l shall ever love and
pray for you. Good-by. LOLA.
A bunch of her favorite early bios
SONS accompanied the note, and as he
gazed upon them the teacher MUIR
INJURED:
Poor, innocent child, love has no
meaning for her save that which
gratitude dictates"
Then he placed the letter and
flowers next his heart, and went forth
to take up life again with new bur-
ben and broken heart.
Four years later, one evening,
party of gentlemen were standing in
the lobby of theatre in Southern
city. Suddenly song, clear and soft,
came out to them then it sank as the
dying breath of the zephyr, gently
mingled with the musical chirp of
some waking bird in far away
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warblers gathered to take up the song
and pour it out in wonderful mel.
ody, and with it came the cry of the
whippoorwill Leslie had heard years
before in Glen Elder.
With a rapidly beating heart and
misty eyes he forced his way in with
the crowd, to see standing before the
foetlights tall, sylph-like form clad
in shimmering white, while upon the
soft pink arms and about the lovely
throat sparkled diamonds. The beau
tiful, dark, half-Spanish face, the
olive cheeks with tint of the pome- |
granate he could not be mistaken in,
and Leslie knew that before him stood |
Lola, the song bird of Glen Elder.
Hastily penning note and placing
therein the withered spray of arbutus,
he found a messeI ger and dispatched
it to the green room.
Presently the girl appeared again,
and 10! his little remembrance of |
other days rested above her beating
heart, and as she glanced up their eyes
met and he noticed the glitter Of tear
drops upon the long lashes.
AT that moment his messenger re- |
turned and handed him card. He
arose bewildered, was too happy to
remain quiet, and so walked off |
beneath the stars. When the opera
was finished he found his way to the
hotel where Lola was staying and
when admitted to her presence she
stood before him with eager eyes and
ROSY face while he bent over breathing
into her willing ears a torrent of
words that told of his mighty love.
For reply she took from her bosom
and kissed the faded flowers. Then
lifted smiling and deeply blushing
face, and said:
" Lovely Glen Elder! In all my
wanderings I have never found any,
thing dearer than the graves 1 LETT
there, or truer, dearer friend than he