Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1884-07-17

would get if for me in moment II /
asked him, Mr. Losford."
"Bob's head is perhaps steadler than
mine, answered the other, keeping
at a safe distance from the edge. He
was in no way Glscomposed until, as
he finished. his eye met the girl full
of contempt and anger Stung by
the look he. took hasty step towards
the edge of the cliff, and bent down
To make the attempt. For a moment
he remained in the position as if en-
tranced, scanning the depth below,
sheer three hundred feet, and then a
green ledge, and then. far beneath,
pale blue Crummock Water. With a
quick shudder he passed his , and
across his eyes and recolled, white to
the lips
81 can't get 1t for you, he said
hoarsely, falling back, while the
others looked one at the other Ia as
constituent.
"And quite right, too, Mr.. Losford,
don't try any such foolhardinesS. |
beg" cried Mrs. Goodwin loudly,
but not so that he failed to hear the
one word Coward or to distinguish
the tone of contempt in which it fell
from her daughters lips, as she turn
ed away. The next instant he was
his old calm self again, bnt he knew
that he had his dismissal.
AS for the bit of blue gentian, Bob
brought it up in a twinkling, and
chartered on in such way as to earn
every ones gratitude. Yet it was a
dull party that wendell its way down
the hill, and clear it was to more than
one that budding romance had come
to an end over the little blue flower
which nestled so harmlessly in Ger
trudes fair hair Yet mothers are
sanguine, and Mrs. Godwins face
grew scarlet with anger when the
spray appeared again at dinner con
spicuously fastened in the bosom of her
daughters dress.
If it was an awkward hour at din
ner that Mrs. Goodwin feared, fate was
to save her hospitality from, to do her
justice, an unwOnted slur.
Whore is Roberto" she asked, pet
tishly, after helping the soup. DO
you know, Violet
Miss Marston did not. Bob was
not wont to be punctual, and she was
about to say so when the butler, who
had been called from the room, enter
ed hastily and whispered something
in his masters ear Mr.. Goodwin rose
quickly.
my dear this is bad news There
has been a fall at the lead works.
Chow unfortunate am thankful
the men were not at work. Or even
worse, we might have been viewing
them, as Robert has been plaguing us
to 90, and been all crushed together,
like any common laborers Shocking!
But where can Robert bel"
II am afraid, maam, put in the
butler, in a low voice which every
one heard well, with preternatural
chat Master Robert
leastwise he went that way when he
came backs in there. John has
gone to the village for help"
There was a dead silence around
that fair show of linen and glass and
cleaning silver, as if the hand which
warned Belshazzar had appeared upon
the wall. Then Gertrude glided to
her friends side and put her arms
round her. The gentlemen hurried
from the room. But almost as soon
as they reached the scene the women
there also. The poor boys
sister could not be restrained, and
Mrs. Goodwin, whose woman's heart
was sound within her, signed to Ger
true to let her go. Anything better
than inaction
Mr.. Godwin's wad-hOle and works
were hardly a quarter of a mile from
the house. though hidden from il by
a steep shoulder of the hill. He
guessed at once that the boy, anxious
to exhibit to the ladies the wonders of
the wad-pole, had take,2 lie private
key, which generally lay upon the
study mantlepiece, and had gone, 1T
might be, to make some preparations,
his'daring effects would be
A servant seeking him
when dinner was ready, discovered
the accident, and, after giving the
alarm in the servants hall, had gone
on to the village.
is there any'hope2 said Gertrude,
in a low voice, with Violet Narston's
hand tightly clasped in hers. Are
they digging
The daung light of pineknot fire,
Just kindled in the little Enclosure at
the month of the hole fell upon a
score or two of Strengthening figures,
chiefly women. Some We're moving
to and fro before the blaze, but most
of them stood still and impassive. The
clothes of.the men proclaimed
their trade, as they brushed, all dis
tinctions forgotten against the gay
dresses of the houseparty.
mo, replied her father with q
groan. The props az tins end are
gone, and the men say the whole hill
is coming down. We must wait for
help from Keswick.o
Gertrude was turning TO the group
Indignantly, but one was before her
Now, men, l can handle pick
though | am LoAdoner Ten pounds
to every man who joins me, Don't
let them say that the Cumberland
men left their masters guest to perish