The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1885-04-29

sWeetliltle chalet, which would be
all.his and Hollol was that d
shout from this Sreyasse far, far be.
llcE2 He listened Yes there it
was again, ringing aud clear
though, h,cwing tothe distance, nc
louder thah the voice oi q midget,
Heipl 4etp ecS.es Help
Helplp
De yaud looked ovet the ledge
and saw a dark figure in the snow.
sHulloln he shouted. "rll go
back for assistance. Keep your
heart. Watt"
Andaway went Frank, leaving
his gun beside the slain deer
"Wait, indeed" growled little
Mr.. Poddesby to himself. "I'll
have to waill What q fool l was to
come away without guidel Ishall
lose a good dinner, toOl'
Little Mr., Poddlesby hailed from
Ealing, where he had a fine house
and all kinds of fne things, his un.
Gle having died heirless, and left
him wealthy, So Poddlosby re.
quired to be u clerk no longer in
the city. He determined to see the
world
A very vulgar, self conceited lit.
Tie fellow, I'm sorry to say, was Pod.
dlesby. ae had an idea, even when
he was a poor clerk that he was
rather attractive than otherwise Ia
the fair sex, but now that he had
riches, he deemed himself irresisti.
bic. He joined an Alphine club,
and it used to be his boast that be
never required a Guide.
Hence we find him at the bottom
Of the crevasse, where, had he not
been found by Frank de vaud, he
would certainly have perished be.
fore morning, and become food for
tho eagles.
In three hours' time Frank was
with assistance, and Poddlesby was
safo, but more dead than alive. He
was then carried to the nearest
chalet, the goat.hord's, where pret.
ty Johanna lived.
"I'll be as fresh as a daisy to.
morrow" said little Poddlesby as
they put him to bed.
But he was not SO. He was down
with a fever, and for weeks he lay
'twixt death and life. When at
last he became cOnvalescent, moth.
ing could exceed the kindness Of
Johanna's parents to him, nor, in,
deed, of Johanna herself.
"But Of course shall pay them
we'll for IT," said POddlesby to him.
self.
But was this gratitude, readeri
l trow not.
Poddlesby was somewhat sur.
prised when, on bidding his hos
and hostest gOOd.by, tic crisp
bank.nOte he tried to slip into the
hand of the latter was firmly bu0
respectfully defined,
They had only done their duty
said this honest couple; if they de
served any reward at all, it woult
come from Heaven.
"Well," said POddlesby to him
self that evening, when he fount
himself snug in his hotel, in lh,
town down in The valley, 81 dom
feel Over.strong; I'll stop here
few months and fish, and do th,
civil to that charming Johanna
A sweet child she really is, and
can't do less after all their kind
nesses. I'll take her everywher,
and show her everything. She il
too good for that lout Of a Frank
I'm not sure that l won't marr,
her myself"
Have you ever seen a tiny cloud
reader, rising over the sea, or owe,
the hills in a mountainous land
Up and up and up into the blu,
sky getting bigger and wider anc
darker every minute, till at length
the storm breaks and the thunder
roars, and all is chaos and destruc
tion. Just such a little cloud bo
gan to rise between Frand de VauC
aud Johanna on the very day tina
Poddlesby commenced paying at
tentions to our innocent swisl
msiden. He brought a gift 0
rare fruit, more luscious than an,
which Johanna or her parents hat
ever eaten before, 1t must hay,
cost golden gulders. She Couldn'
offend by refusing to accept it.
This was the thin edge of th,
wedge. After this POddlesby ask
ed JOhanna's paronts-and he ask
ed so prettily-it she might b6 hi
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