Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1890-09-13

girls know marry before they are as
cid as l am, but would rather die than
Enarry any one who will ever ask me.
"When go to Orquay with mother
to buy calico and muslins and jeans
feel SO poorly dressed and awkward.
Why was born?"
She looked far out over the swirling,
rushing food. There were strange
shapes qmong the drift white logs which
looked Ike dead bodies; blackened stu1nps
with gnarled and twisted roots bearing
the semblance of hideous monsters;
masses of foam spread out like ghostly
wings, and branch Of sycamore like
great white arm beckoning to her. There
were noises too The dam was lost, but
there was a suIlen roar Of water, a grind
ing Of the drift and heavy crash as
some tree torn from its place flung itself,
as might despairing soul, into the
angry food.
"Why was l born?7 Oh, lonely girl!
millions have asked that question Mill
ions will ask it again. To some life
brings an answer, to many there cones
no reply. Fate has lips as silent as those
Of Memnon until the day breaks, the sun
arises and over the sands of life's desert
is heard the immortal song.
She turned to retrace her steps. It was
a favorite haunt Of hers, this bridge.
Being within calling distance from the
house it was safe, and 1t was habit OF
hers to get away from the chattering of
her young brothers to indulge in mel
ancholy thoughts.
"No, Twill nevor drown myself; I viii
try to do right whatever comes; viii
be patient, she said, and turned to take
last look Tho water will commence
falling by morning. Ny God! what is
that
a mass of drift rushing swiftly down
came these words, in a faint, strangled
voice.
"Here is help!'' called thestrong young
voice Of the girl. 81 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 ehawl'
and snatching It from her she lay down
and dropped & corner Of it to the water,
winding the opposite ore firmly around
her strong hands.
A moment more it was caught, almost
dragging her from her position, but with
superhun2n effort she nerved herself for
the struggle.
Hold on for your life!' she said, as
she drew the shawl up. Her arms were
almost wrenched from their sockets, but
she pulled steadily until she felt a pair
OF death cold hands clutch hers.
'Now," she said, "help little your
self or 1 cant 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 i'm
possible to say.
Nor was jamie Burton in much better
plight, as she was 50 overcome by OK
hGustion and excitement as to be unable
for a few minutes to do more than draw
painting, convElsive breaths. Then real
izing the necessity Of immediate action
she raised her voice in long, piteous,
penetrating cali for help.
1t was heard, for the nearest cabin
was her home, and soon the swift feet of
boys told that help YVES 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 well as you can. Oh, here is mother.
We must get him to the house. hope
there is good fire"
EYES," 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 Yves almost
helpless; but when he came to the fire
on the hearth and had swallowed lit
tie spirits he revived sufficiently to OK
plain that he had been looking at some
timber land, and riding too near the
bank it had cayed off witlsAli1n. He was
thrown from his horse, which he sup
posed was drowned. He could not swim
and SO caught q log and drifted. 1t was
4 o'clock when he fell in. Here he was
seized with convulsive shudderings and
could say no more.
Make some strong coffee and bring it
very hot, while 1 help the boys change
his clothes. Bring your fathers best
shirt and flannels, He has got an awful
chilli
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 Iowly homes.
even on the Sender.
There was no sleep at the Burtons' that
night. To boys Of 10 and ID this rescne
CT a man from the river was an incident
too wonderful,to go to sleep on. In their
exuitatlon 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 "a
saved dog in their lives. Then at the
tlrst 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 al the region. What glorious
run 1t would be, and they would tell the
Stacy boys as they passed their house
ABOUT the wonderful rescue. Who could
sleep under such unprecedented circun-
stances?
AS for jamie and her mother, they had
enough to do. Their natinnt altarnnt..d