The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1886-01-29

"Ivont keep yo1 . prisoner : -.
mcnt longer than ] can holps Mr..
Ormakirk,'' he said. Jumping Up. He
pulled the roPe vigorously. bit ne lIft
did not move.
Don't you understand the mechan-
smP" cried R0salie, IN sudden alarm.
YES. o. course" he retortsd, . tribe
irritably; 'sbut-but there seems some
thing wrong with H."
Mrs. Ormskirk sprsng % her feet
with = little scream o. terror.
s'Oh. Major Bourchier. we shall b
Killed, l know We shall. There u some
thing wrong with the lift! We may b
dashed to ~pieces-the thing may fall
or-or something. Oh, what will be-
come Of usP' she went on. bursting in
70 tears. 'Can't-can't you save me-
Vincent"
She chung 70 him In her terror.
Don't Be frightened. Dearest" be
said, trying TO speak cheerfully; ii
may not be 80 serious as you think. DO
you know Il this IL an hydraulic lift Il
failure Of he Water
II don't know-I don't know what
IN hydraulic lift is" moaned Rosalie.
sobbing. ''Such . thing has never hap
| pened before. Oh. Vincent, cant
cant you save me?"
Would to Heaven ! could! ! would
die for you, gladly" \.
II don't know about dying for me-"
she sobbed out, ''but-but there seems .
very good chance Of your dying Wim
| me-"
Bourchier smiled.
II don't think things are quite % bad
a. that. Rosalie."
How do you knowP Why. any min
ute we may be dashed TO pieces! lhave
heard Of such things"
His arm was still round her waist; in
her terror she did not seem to notice II
at least she made no attempt to with
draw herself from his embrace.
Life seems all the more enhancing
now, Of course" he ventured to say.
trying not to speak bitterly. You
were always ambitious. Resale, and az
q peeress-"
'sWho told you l was going to be q
If you are going 10 take advantage d
the position toto bully me-"
my darling, such an idea never
crossed my brain. l love you far too
WE'LL" interrupted Bourchier. with biz
lips close to her pretty ear. The temp
tation was irresistible. He kissed he1
velvet cheek once. twice. and then, Al
she did not attempt to move her fresh,
rosy lips. ssRosalie, do you love meP''
She was silent save for . slight
catching Of her breath, that might have
been either a sigh or a Sob
You win not marry Rockminster,
will you? you will marry me- he went
on, passionately. mo one loves you
As l do, Rosalie. Think Of ii; I have
loved you for ten long years"
rs that truc?'' she whispered, in heI
most musical tones.
II swear it. Will you marry me
RosalieP"
Tiff we ever get out Of the lift
may"
The lift! / love the liftr' cried
Bourchier, enthusiastically, why, bu'
for it"
Il might have married Lord Rock
Minister" she said. with an odd littl'
laugh. "You told me ] was am
bitiousyn
..Poor Rockminsterl and happyme!
laughed Bourchier.
I'm the meantime, sir, ! insist o.
being let out Of this lift at once; / oh
ject to be kept hanging between cart
and heaven, like Mohammed-or hi
cof1in-I forget which it was"
Bourchier, Of course, retorted that
far from thinking himself in such a pc
sition, he considered that the lift wa
his heaven. and for his part he was per
fectly happy where he was:
but ! am not said Rosalle, witt
some return-real or assumed-of he
fears, s.it Is almost as bad as the Blacl
Hole Of Calcutta"
just then the lift gave = violent lurch
Mrs. Ormskirk screamed and buried he
face in her handkerchief. Bourchie
jumped up and caught hold Of the rope
and, in a moment. the machine glide
smoothly upward.
Come. Rosalie!'' said he, smiling
as they stopped at the seventh floor
AIS well that ends well. You hav
only been a prisoner for one short hall
hour; l am going to put on chains TO
life-chains Of roses, of course" h
added hastily. lyon have had a fright
l have won a wifc-thanks to that de
lightful institution, the Liftr'-Londo
Truth.