Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-04-26

1.-THE ONE TO THE LEFT IS THE sHoRTRsf.S
was very plain, and hung upon her superb
shape without hint at fashion; an old silk
cord serving to draw it to her about the
waist, while bunch of dark roses, with
their stems thrust loosely into her dress,
lay confdingly upon her bosom. "But," she
continued, looking across the valley, then
turning her eyes back to his again, ''the
creek IL have to be forded twice going that
way, and it's bad just there at the bend"
"Oh, think I shall get through safely"
he said, with slight bow and half turning
to go. SIT will be late when reach the
mines, and wished to go the shortest road.
/ am obliged to you," and he lifted his hat.
Then, as If 1t were somehow due this girl,
he said: 81 have been over to the Gray
Peak shaft. My father and I are interested
there and at the Eagle. Heleaves the man
agement here good deal to me, as he has
name is Paul Elchard." Then, as if he were
suddenly conscious that there was lack Of
reason for saying this, he flushed a little.
my name is Trean Hartman" said the
girl, simply, and no bowed again, and, turn
ing, with more Of color in his cheeks than
he came with, he strobe swiftly across the
little plot of green to the road, vaulted on
his horse, and set his face toward the west
ern mountains. For a few moments the
girl stood motionless upon the porch and let
her eyes follow him, a kind Of light rising
In them as If she saw Q pleasant vision, then
they darkened as if cloud had swept over
her and she turned and entered the house.
But almost instantly she came out again,
and turning down through the orchard,
stepped upon wall of stone that ran beside
1t, and looked from under the archway Of
her hand toward the ford below
In moment the galloplng horseman en-
tered clump of trees, then reappeared and
rode straight into the foaming creek. Near
the water the track Of recent passers turned
down the stream to a new and safer point,
but in the failing light he did not observe
this. With the first plunge his horse was
swept around and lost his feet, then caught
upon portion of what once had been the
shoal, struggled, sank, then caught again,
but lost it, and, whirled around by the boil
ing flood, turned over with his rider under
him. In a heartbeat Of time they were
dashed into sort Of swirling bowl below,
the man struggling with the horse but
thrown against the overhanging bank and
bounding OF with the shock; then they were
both sucked round like lightning and flung
down and outward, the man striking
against pile of logs half buried in sand
and scooped up silt, where he caught and
hung, while the horse went whirling down
the torrent, but got his feet at last and
scrambled up the bank and shook its
dripping hide. It seemed but little in
jured, but its master, half conscious and
with some threads of red trickling down his
temple and across his white neck still chung
to the logs, seemingly more from instinct
than clear reason, while the water wrenched
and tugged at him as if bound to pluck him
loose The horse moved about and began
to ntbble at the sward half-heartedly, but
the master still held fast to the logs and
labored for breath. Suddenly the young
woman who had watched from the orchard
wall sprang down the bank with q face
colorless from the swiftness Of her coming.
With the first sweep Of her eyes along the
edge curious note Of horror came through
her lips, and she bounded across the logs
and caught the dashed and buffeted figure
In her fright she seemed swift and strong
almost beyond women, or rather the UNDER
lying power of this slow, Woodworking,
mountain matured girl flowed through all
her being, and she lifted the man up and
across the logs much as il he had been Q
child.
"Are you hurt bad" she painted, as she
hung over him.
For answer, he turned his face, all pal
lid and pinched with pain, toward her, and
tried to get up. He seemed to hear and see
her, but could not speak save with the ago
ny in his eyes. At that, the look Of fright
and horror deepened in the girls face, and
hal1 hitting him she painted: 20, if father
was only here'' and the injured man strug-
gied to his feet, and they went wavering up
the bank and stopped.
II am crushed in herel" he gasped, with
his hand pressed against his heart "I
struck the rocks-it is dark to me, let me-
he-down" and he sank forward upon the
grass and was still.
20, he'll del he'll del" cried the Girl.
"Fatherl father" and her voice went ring
ing in long, trembling echo across the val
ley and up the canyon. 'Fatheri fatherl,
Then she held her breath and hearkened.
mo, he's not come yet," she painted, and
| bending down she laid her hand timidlv
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