The Press., 1890-08-21

IS heard the immortal song.
 She turned to retrace her steps. It was a favorite hauEe of hers, this bridge. Being within calling distance from the house 1t was safe, and it was habit of hers to get away from the chattering of her young brothers to indulge in mel ancholy thoughts.
 'No, Twill never drown myself; will try to do right whatever comes; will be patient" she said, and turned to take a last look. ''The water will commence falling by morning. My God! what is that?'
 "Help! help! for Christ's saker' From mass of drift rushing swiftly down came these words, in 8 faint, strangled voice.
 "Here is help!' called the strong young voice of the girl. II see you; you are coming straight under bridge. Do you hear?''
 "I-hear; my-strength-is-gone."
 "You are almost to the bridge. Let go the log and catch hold of this shawlv' and snatching it from her she lay down and droppeia corner of it to the water, winding the opposite one firmly around her strong hands.
 A moment more it was caught, almost dragging her from her position, but with superhuman effort she nerved herself for the struggle.
 "Hold on for your life!' she said, as she drew the shawl up. Her arms were almost wrenehed from their sockets, but she pulled steadily until she felt a pair of death cold hands clutch hers.
 "Now," she said, "help 8 little your self or can't save you. Put your foot against that brace near you. Now!" and with an effort which almost parted body and soul she raised herself, drawing the exhausted man?upward until she could place her arms beneath his, and so drag him up to the floor of the bridge, where he fell, whether alive or dead it was inn possible to say.@
 Nor was Jamie Burton in much better plight, as she was so overcome by ex- haustion and excitement as to be unable for a few minutes to do more than draw panting, convulsive breaths. Then real lzing the necessity of immediate action she raised her voice in a long, piteous, penetrating call for help. It was heard, for the nearest cabin was her home, and soon the swift feet of boys told that help was at hand. When her brothers arrived the rescued man had so far recovered as to be able to raise himself to sitting posture, and Jamie was already on her feet.
 "Boys," she said, leach of you take an arm; you will have to bear his weight as we'll as you can. Oh, here is mother. We must get him to the house. hope there is good fire"
 "Yes," said Mrs. Burton, "there is and some brandy, only little, but it will help"
 They got him to the house. How they could scarcely tell, for he was almost helpless; but when he came to the fire on the hearth and had swallowed lit tie spirits he revived sufficiently to ex- plain that he had been looking at some timber land, and riding too near the bank it had caved off with him. He was thrown from his horse, which he sup. posed was drowned. He could not swim and so caught log and drifted. It was o'clock when he fell in. Here he was seized with convulsive shudderings and could say no more.
 s'Make some strong coffee and bring il very hot, while help the boys change l his clothes. Bring your fathers best shirt and fannels. He has got an awful chill"
 Jamie brought the clothes and then | went into the only other room beside the attic and made the coffee. By the time it was ready the patient in dry | clothing had been helped into bed-a bed wonderfully clean and soft, such as | may sometimes be found in lowly homes | even on the Sonder.
 There was no sleep at the Burtons' that l night. To boys of 1a and IA this rescue of man from the river was an incident too wonderful to go to sleep on. In their exultation they were the heroes of the night, Janie's part being overlooked How they would triumph over the other boys, boys who had never so much as | saved dog in their lives. Then at the first peep of day they were to go for the doctor up the bluffs and five miles out to Oak Hill, the most beautiful country home in all the region. What glorious run it would be, and they would tell the Stacy boys as they passed their house about the wonderful rescue. Who could sleep under such unprecedented circum- stances?
 As for Jamie and her mother, they had enough to do. Their patient alternated between terrible rigors and flashes of burning fever and toward morning be- came delirious. This, however, did not alarm them as much as might be SUD- of Ad <hav %0 %1,o sight of fever victims. They did what they were accustomed to do in cases of malar1al fever and waited In the meantime, the boys were dry ing the clothing which had been taken from the nearly drowned man. They found in one of the pockets a few soaked bank bills and 8 small knife. Of papers or memoranda there were none. The bills Mrs. Burton dried and put away, saying they would do te pay the doctor.
 "Who do you suppose he is, Janie?" she asked. as they sat by the fire, the boys having been banished to the kitchen.
 "Some one from Orquay, I suppose" answered Janie;' T never saw any one like him. How white and beautiful he looks. I should think that the angels might look like that"
 'tHush, Janie," said her mother. 'sI believe you are feverish yourself. Go and lie down; will watch him."
 ''No," she replied, "I got him out and am going to watch him and save him. I wanted something to make me quit thinking about myself, and unless he | anfs urol1 f0n aoon | shall haua him fo