Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1883-05-10

your man?' pointing to dark Skim ed
dark-halred man who was just c. ossing
the plank to 90 on board steamer.
"No; told you there was woman
with him, and this one is alone"
| Yes; but suppose you go on after
him. the officer said. carelessly; Il
will keep good look out
| "It's useless; but can CO." was the
rather ungracious answer, as he fol-
| lowed the man on board rather re-
luctantly.
Alvord-that was the officers name
watched him moment, till he went
| round on the other side OF the steamer,
and then walkel across the wharf and
| looked up toward the street. Suddenly
| sharp cry. followed by chorus OF
| shrieks, came from the steamer. He
| hurried forward, and just then some
! body shouted: "A man overboardn'
| and Man the boats.'' Somebody
save himr' and a score OF other direc-
| tious an ordinations followed in rap u
succession.
Alvori went hastily on board the
steamer, where everything now was in
the widest confusion, and found his
| friend leaning over the side of the boat,
a strange, hal angry, hali-awed look
| on his colorless face. He touched his
arm.
Yes" he said. glancing up hastily,
sit aOaS him; you We're right.
! How did it happen?" asked Alvord,
| in a low, quick way.
As / came up near him / saw, all at
once. that it was him-DeVries, you
, know. / called his name in sharp, sud
| den way. L suppose. lie turned instantly
he was ct the extreme edge of the for
| ward deck-threw up his hands with a
motion as if he would keep me from
touching him, and staggered back and
fell over in an instant. He never spoke,
but his face was full Of wild. mortal
terror-the e! they have got him." he
| cried, abruptly, rising to his feet. and
standing with white, compressed Fps
| and folded arms while the boat pulled
| in shore.
He cannot be drowned" said some
one; che hasn't been in the water five
minutes"
But as the boat drew in, cry rose up
like wind and spread itself in every
direction -.dead-dead " it said,
Come, Montford," said Alvord, tax
ing his arm and leading him to the
wharf. 1--WE must see to this business,
and find her. Do You suppose the
scoundrel meant to desert her at the
last?'
"Hush"' said Montford, she is
dead
But that don't make him any the
less scoundrel, the way l look at it. y
was the logged answer.
There was coach driven rapidly on
to the wharf, directly in front of them,
and woman's face, full of terrible,
wild excitement, loo ed out and asked:
HAS the boat gone? o. am too
laten'
Alvord stepped to the door. and put
his hand ON hers, and whispered:
There has been terrible accident
which has delayed the boat. A man ac-
cidentally fell overheard from the steam
er's de k, and was killed-shall l tell
you his name9'
She threw off his hand, and pushed
open the door with sudden, sharp force,
and sprang to the ground.
..Where is he2 Quick" she cried,
fiercely, the veins in her temples swell
ing to knotted cords.
Alvord tried to draw her arm through
his. to assist her, but she broke from
him. and, pushing her way through the
crowd to where a little group was
standing, fell. with long. wild shrek
of horror and despair, beside the drip
ping torn, and the deathIy-white face.
with its CHASTITY wound on he left
temple, and its strange opal eyes,
with look OF unearthly horror in
them.
Poor Althea, Heaven had pity on
her, and took away her reason, and to-
day, in a Western asylum, she dres es
herself and watches and waits hour
| after hour, work NC herself sometimes
into FRENZY because ''Alfred dOesn' t
come, and the boat will be goue" But
generally she is mild, and tells to who
ever will listen OF how happy they will
be when they get to France. for nothing
on earth can separate them, now. "
Happily. she forgets his last heartiess-
ness, when he would have deserted her
SO cruelty.
New Years Day! Beautiful, happy,
happy New Year! In all the pleasant,
happy West, no home was so happy or
blessed that day as the pretty prairie
home of the Andersons. You never
saw such happy company as was
such happy people beiOre-at least
tncs ShI 81, shhu lhcs ouSAo "
know.
First, there is honest, grave Ben
Anderson. just a little less set and strict
in outward Observances, perhaps, than
when he left the shores of the Puritans,
bu. none the less true aud pure and
sound OF heart: then there is his good
wi e. Myra; the same gentle. tender.
loving lit women as ever. but with a
strange confusion of smiles and tears on
her ace as she turns every other mo-
ment to the pretty flushed face lying
against the soft crimson folds of the
shawl draped across the slight shoulders,
and over the back of the great easy
! chair, in the brightest and sunniest cor
ner in the pleasant little parlor.
"It is more beautiful than any fairy
story, and our darling is thousand
times lovelier than any fairy that ever