The South western news. (Dawson, GA.) 188?-1889, 1888-07-11
DAWSON, GA, WEDNESDAY, JULY IL, 1888.

known, even his arrest, and thai
from thence they must never NEE
again.
who told you this p he demand
ed, for to his honorable soul he fell
that his companions had deserted
him purposely.
Mr.. Bascom, who was with YOU
when here she stopped, feeling
that she had said too much. And
she had; for with a cry of rage, Al.
bert lett her and hurried toward
the village.
An hour later Helen heard that
Albert Darnel had shot and in>
stantly killed Joe Bascom. and es-
capped.
This blow was too much for the
poor girl, and she sank into a delir-
ious fever that held her in its grasp
for many days.
x y
Five years passed, and we find
Helen and her parents in a western
town, where they we're stopping
for a short while, on travelling
tour, vainly endeavoring to turn
the girls mind from the horror she
had passed through.
On bright afternoon they we're
seated on the broad veranda sur
rounding the house they were stop
ping at, when a group of men we're
seen approaching slowly, carrying
an object between them on a rough
ly devised litter.
Helen felt thrill of terror as
they neared them, and a feeling of
undefnable dread passed over her.
When within a short distance
they stopped. and one of the men
advanced, and spoke:
Stranger, we have a man out
here dying-he's a brave one, too,
for he has lost his life in saving an
other-and if you know anything
about medicine, or if there's doc
tor here, we would like to have him
come at once
Mr.. Tracy was not a professional
but had studied that
science, and went out at once.
He found "a pale, emaciated young
man, laying on the litter, appar-
emily suffering agony, but uttering
no sound.
His eyes looked up piteously as
Mr. Tracy came up and a startled
look crept over his face, but the
kind old gentleman paid no heed
to his expression, and sinking on
his knees began examining his
"A tree fell on him., explained
the spokesman. we were cutting
down a very large one, and it was
about to fall, when he saw my lit
tie kid, a boy six years old. play
ing exactly on the spot where the
tree was to drop. The last blow
had been dealt, the tree was start
ing on its fall, when he darts from
us and rushes right under il, |
couldn't understand what he was
after, until | saw my little boy
thrown into clump of bushes out
of danger and then the tree came
laundering down, catching him un-
der it.
MIR. Tracy had fnishd his exami.
nation by this time, and, sadly
shaking his head said.
Nothing can help him, now
The woodman covered his face
with his rough hands and wept bit
terly.
Helen and her mother had been
watching thecrowd curiously, when
the former arose and went toward
them. She came up modestly and
at last caught a glimpse of the dy,
ing man.
He saw her, and there was a crv
of:
Helen
ALBERT
And the two separate hearts were
together once more. Kneeling be-
side him, her arms encircling his
neck, and tears of sorrowful low
flowing from her eyes. Helen held
the head of her only love, as the
light OF his life gradually fiickered
and dimmed.
Thank God murmured Albert.
that | can die this way, that 1 see
once more your loving eyes End
feel your embrace, for although !
do not deserve it, yes my darling.
love YOU, and since that horrible