The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1882-05-05
HICKMAN. FULTON COUNTY KENTUCKY. FRIDAY, MAY

fioated over the water. Strength came
back to Isabel her voice joined Nell's
and steadfastly they awaited the seem
ingly inevitable.
Goddard /" The anxious face d
his mother startled him as he entered
the hall 'Do go and look for Isabel
She went down TO the cove and has not
returned.
BE waited to hear no more, but in q
moment was running in the direction OF
the cove. Harkl Above the roar of the
surge, steady and clear, sounded the
death song:
Oh, receive my soul at last
BE reached the cove and commenced
| descending the path at a break-neck
| speed as his Mortified gaze discerned two
women at the foot. They both looked
mp as he called, Hold ON for mo-
ment"
The possibility of being saved took
away Isabel Tressil's strength, and her
horror-stricken brother saw her fall for
ward into the embrace of the foam
crested wave that just swept up. But
no. The pale face of Nell Haviland
cleaned from the water, and the al
most-exhausted voice said, ''Take her,
quick !"
Tressil snatched the senseless form of
his sister, and groaned, "Oh, God must
L leave you to be drowned, Nell ?"
You cannot take rs both. Tell
Alice that kept my promise" and Nell
turned her face away to watch with a
curious sort of expectancy the gigantic
blllow slowly crawling toward her It
swept over her, and then she felt her
self lifted up and borne off; but to the
benumbed sense of hearing it seemed
as if an agonized voice called, "Nell,
my darling !" and then darkness s-noth-
ingness.
Was it Providence that called Alice
Haviland to the cliffs at that moment !?
But she bent over them Just as Goddard
Tressl began his ascent. What was
that object buried almost in the water
below him? She recognized it. Only
an angel could have steadied the feet of
the light figure that swung itself reck-
lessly by Goddard Tressil and his bur-
den. 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 coyetous waves dashed the help
less body at her feet, and then strove to
bear away two victims. But the soft
arms of Alice Haviland seemed to have
been endowed with the strength of cast
iron, for seizing Nell in a strong en-
brace she fought the pillows until they
shrank back conquered by the power of
love. Soon Goddard Tressl relieved
her, and, how she never knew, she
reached the top of the cliffs, but when
there Inconsistencies overlook her.
Slowly Alice drifted back to life. She
found herself in large, pleasant cham
Der.
Where am II" she questioned fee
bly,.
Goddard Tressil bent over her.
You are at the Cliffs, he aps~ered.
Recollection came back, aa1. starting
up, Alice exclaimed, "Wbere Is Nenf
must go to her."
"She is doing wei, and mother Is
dividing her time between Isabel and
sister Nellie; this is, he added, I'M
ploringly, ''she viii be my sister If you
can ever forgive my cowardliness of three
months ago.
If we allied to surmise Alice's answer,
the wedding bells that rang SO merrily
six moths afterward would have told |
US whkher she refused to forgive him or
not. And among all the kinsfolk that
assembled at the Cliffs to witness the
marriage of Goddard Tressl and the fair
young music teacher none was so dear
10 tie heart of Mrs. Tressl as daughter
Nellie, who nearly lost her life to save
Isabel's, and happy Nellie Haviland
never regretted that she faithfully re-
deemed her promise.