Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1891-12-16

he had to do was to follow the direction of
the wind.
Alb, how awkwar,. of him to stumble
like thatl It must have been stone that
tripped him What's that? Blood He
must have cut his forehead, thenl How
hard it is to get up again!
Oh, we'll! perhaps he had better lie down
and take a little nap and then-then-a-n-d
t-h-e-n-
The snow had ceased falling, and the
winds dreary monotone has died away to
a mere whispering among the ghostlike
pines that stand up cold and stark, like
sentinels frozen on duty. The lifted and
rapidly shifting clouds are pierced here
and there by tiny slanting shafts of sun
shine that touch the snow with sparkling
diamond points. Wider and longer grow
the blue riffs in the rolling, hurrying,
and dissolving mass of clouds above,
whose color is slowly changing from black
to gray. Suddenly, bursting through the
ragged fringes of the western cloud cur
tain, the sinking sun touches with golden
brush the pyramids, towers minarets and
domes outlined in white relief against the
hideous blackness of the swiftly departing
snow clouds in the east. a beautiful rain
bow poised on two marble peaks, and span
ming the valley, hangs in the eastern sky
The snow is not deep and does not ex-
tend very far One can easily see where
its edge meets the green of the valley be-
low, and can almost hear the busy hum of
the people far down the mountain side, so
deathly still is it on the snow capped peaks.
The man sleeps on quite comfortably in
his shirt sleeves, and the woman lies as
quietly as though she had never known
any other pillow than one of snow. Yet
the cold is intense The branches snap in
the frosty air.
The sun has gone and the shadows are
settling down upon the valley. 1t will be
night soon.
God in heavenl jim, look therep'
Robbins strong bass voice was only a
whisper
That's her, sir! And here he is! Seel
In his shirt sleeves too! And there's blood
on the snow at his head!''
What was the signal' Five double
| shots, wasn't it'''
Yes, sir
"All right! Now-one! two! threel four!
five! There! Have you got plenty of car
tridGess'
PLENTY, sir"
"All right Now let's turn him over.
L
hear anything, but | think feel a slight
beat! Take off his shoel Light a match,
| quickl Ali he feels that burn, Thank
God! Pour the whisky down him while /
go to her. First let's give 'em another
| signal Hark! They've answered. They're
coming! Shout, Jim! Poor little girl,
| I'm afraid we're too late for you. She
seems very stiff, and | can't hear or feel
| any movement of the heart at all! You
had great head, Jim, to think of bring
| ing those burros. We'd had hard time
| carrying them back Better not try to do
anything here but give them whisky. 1t
won't take long to get them to the honse,
and then we can go to work on them in
| dead earnest. An! there's her sisterr'
lis she dead, Mr.. Robbinsl"
Il hope not, Miss Grace 1t will take
some time 10 tell, though, after we get her
| in bed QSick, bring that burro here,
| Mike! Never mind the dress, Miss Grace.
We mustn't stand on ceremony now. It's
a case of life and DEATH There Balance
her in that way. That will take the weight
| off of rs aGd we can rub her limbs as we
go along.
Mr.. Robbins manager and principal
| owner of the great Denver smelter, looked
| up over his glasses, his coffee and his pa
| per at his vile. who was busily engaged
with pencil and paper on the opposite side
| of the breakfast table
| My dear, YOU remember the two Cham
| berlain girls who were here last falls"
| Mrs Robbins was making out a list for
a very select tea" and was consequently
much preoccupied.
| Yes, dear. Shall ! put their names
down."
| NO, no. didn't mean that. They are
not here anyway. BY the way, though, I
saw them when l was down at the Springs
| yesterday. But don't you remember it was
| the little one that was caught in the snow
| storm with Barker up at Green Lake last
| fall and had such hard pull with pneu-
| monia? And you know we couldn't I'M
derstand why they moved down to the
| Springs before she was really well, and
even before Barker got around himself.
You thought there was something between
her and him, although | told you she was
engaged TO young Colby, son of Chamber
lain's partner. Well, here is a fine story
| from Boston this mora ing about the boy.
| Listen:
| "A scandal in aristocratic circles that
has been suppressed for several months
| through the strenuous eXertions of the two
families interested came to the surface
yesterday, when it was discovered that the
son OF Millionaire Colby, of the well known
firm of Chamberlain & Colby, who had
forged his fathers name for nearly 500, 600
was legally married to the notorious va
riety actress, Fanny Leslie, with whom he
is now said to be travelling in Europe OF
course the forgeries were quietly settled
long since by the old gentleman, and the
matter would have been kept quiet but for
the accidental discovery of the marriage by
an inquisitive reporter, A sad feature OF
the affair is that the young scapegoat has
been for long time engaged to a daughter
of the senior partner, and the wedding day
was actually set some time since, the post
ponement being explained on the ground
that the young lady's failing health neces
STATED a sudden return to Colorado
Springs, where she is at present. 1t is said
that Colby will disinherit' -