Roseburg review. [volume] (Roseburg, Or.) 1885-1920, 1885-03-20

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Then in the silence of the evening it
crept out of the darkness and glided
quickly towards the edge, the very edge,
of the pond.
Take carels' shouted, s'the water
is deep.
For all answerit flung off the cloak.
threw up its arms and plunged into the
Black Pond with shrek. One glance
! bad of white face, theface of beau
tiful woman, her black hair streaming
round her; and then | rushed to the
water edge, beside myself with hor-
ror was more than a mile from the
village. | could get no help lit was
vain to scream. By good luck the dog
was with me. Seize her, Tiger seize
her!' and as | raised my hand he
sprang after the woman. A tree spread
It's branches far over the pond at this
point. craw1ed along a baugh rs far
as it would bear me, and SO hanging
over the water managed to gain firm
hold of her dress. B. Heaven mercy
the pond was not SO very deep at this
spot; do not think that she was ever
fairly out of her depth, and she had not
lost consciousness. How we did it /
can not exactly tell you, but between
us L ger and me-we got her out,
shiverng, but alive, on to the bank
| moaning and wringing her hands. but
alive and as far as could see, unhurt
There was no time to question her. |
must get home-home to the warm fire.
side, and take her with me- Come
| said. holding her hand tight in mine,
''come She lifted her eyes and looked
al me they were wild with terror; her
lips moved, but she spoke in a strange
tongue that could not understand.
took up the cloak that lay on the
ground and wrapped it round her, TAX
| ing care that her face was turned away
| from the pond. | went my way very
slowly, half dragging her, up the hill,
and ever and anon she stopped to gasp
for breath and to sob and moan. Half
| past six struck, and seven struck be-
fore we reached the garden gate, with
Tiger sn fling at our heels. Miriam,
the hou e-kaeper, was there watching
for me. She is discreet woman;
| knew | could trust her. There has
been an accident; help me take the lady
! in, | said.
Miriam asked no more; she put her
| arm round the lady and carried her
ia Mt ng TO her own room. We got her
wet clothes off; Miriam lighted the fire
and made hot posset (from my grand
mothers recipe), and little by little the
stranger came to herself and opened
her eyes, again with the wild stare that
had seen before. How thankful was
to be so far f.om the terrible pond
Sonora, she "a d, trying to sit up,
81 will intrud, no more; | will de-
part. y
| answered her that she was too
weak to think of departing, that she
was welcome guest; that she must
/ sleep now. and tomorrow we would
converse further.
LAS OIL Will, senora,'' she replied;
81 owe all to you. kiss your hand. !"
And so her head fell back on the pill
low, and she could speak no more for
very WEAKNESS. A few moments later
and she was fast asleep, with her dark
hair spread around her, her dark eye
lashes resting on her cheek. Her
hands were clasped together as if she
were praying: | noticed that they
were white and beautifully formed, on
one of them she wore a broad gold
ring. How did she come to be wander
ing alone by the Black Pond? Who
!, was she? Whence did she come?
was thankful-ah! very thankful that
had been there to help her at that
awful moment. The tears sprang to
my eyes as | stopped and kissed her.
M ram is my own dear nurse who was
with my mother as a girl, and lived
with me during my husbands absence.
He had sailed many, many months ago
q write of the year 1927 for a long
j cruise. She persuaded me to change
I my wet pehsse. she combed and
brushed my hair. and reassured me
about the strange LAZY. Not TIL then
did know how very tired | was.
My visitor passed restless night
J for days she lay in a fever, shivering
} and talking fast. Now and then she
! for certain Captain Charles Walters
over and over again. He had lodging:
; at Plymouth, it would seem, and she
/ could not find the house. Miriam is al
9 clever a nurse as she is a good house
! keeper, and she nursed the lady will
!. the greatest care. By degrees our pa
e tient recovered without the aid of {
e doctor, who lved a good ten-miles
Q ride across country, and of whose skill
9 NJ riam had no high opinion. But sh.
n had many simple remedies of her own
Ell and these she used, and she mad,
s dainty d shes and cooling draughts
b and at last there came a day when tn,
e lady sat by the fireside, with fain
d touch of color on her cheek, and thel
It she told rs her story. | will make i
n short, but can not make it less sad
Her name was Dolores de R ano; sh
:, was Spaniard born Gas l hat
Q guessed). an orphan, and she ha,
a been wooed and won by an English off
Q Ger. whose ship lay at anchor in th
y port of Barcelona, hard by the hous
e where she lived with an uncle.
too, took an interest in BARGE
/ Iona, as my husband had describes
e the place to me in his letters.
d This officer had married Dolore
y secretly; his ship had sailed, and h
st left her with the wedding ring, whic
10 she dared not show. and his addres
|. written on slip of paper '.Lieuten
d ant Walters, Is Melrose Terrace, Ply
If mouth And there she was to JOIN hir
e as soon as he should send for her. Fo
i a whole year she had no d ngs fro1
Is him, then she took her passage to Ply
ot mouth in a merchant ship. They ha
y miserable passage, being delayed 0
II the voyage by adverse winds. She ha
er finally landed at Plymouth with fe'
IS golden p eces in her purse, friendles
s ind alone She had asked N vain fe
a tfelrose Terrace: no one knew of sue
Ip = street, or indeed of the existence {
e. her husband, Lieutenant Charles Wa
oe ters. After few weeks her purse W.
early empty She knew not where