Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-12-05

home might find him. When he came at last to Rome-although he had twice before visited the External City''-he wrote that he should on this occasion remain at least four weeks, in order to make thorough study of some famous works of art in which he was much in- terested, and that his mail might be ad- dressed to the British legation, among whose personnel he had found one "Jack" Digby, an old collegemate.
 One afternoon, about ten days after his arrival, Frank was lounging in the reception room of the legation, zealous- ly assisting his friend, "Jack," to do nothing, when a messenger entered and handed the latter telegram. Hello! Frank, this is for you," said the atta- che, as he passed it over. Frank took the yellow envelope and opened it with that curious trepidation felt by all trav- elers on receiving such missive, but the instant he glanced at it's contents he sprang to his feet with shout, and hurriedly calling out to the astonished "Jack:" "Good-by, old fellow, good-by; I'm off for England in ten minutes" {" dashed into the street; for this was the message:
 HAYWOOD, Lincoln, Eng, April IA, 1s-. "To MT. Frank Howard British legation,
 Rome Italy.
 Come to me. All is we'll AGNES"
 And now, leaving MT. Jack Digby to ponder over it in vain, we must go back in our story and explain the how and wherefore of this wondrous telegram. The reader will remember that MT. Graydon's cottage has been described klo of some distance down stream from Lin wood hall.
 The river, or estuary rather, is at this place fully two miles wide at flood tide, but no more than one mile at low ebb. Exactly in the center of the stream, when the channel is full, and therefore about a mile from either shore, there is little mound of rock which rises above the general level ot the bottom, and yet at spring tide is submerged to a depth of seven or more feet. Between this rocky islet, o1 mound, and the Linwood shore there Is, when the tide is out, no river at all the bottom here being much higher than that of the true river beyond the islet. Consequently at such times this tide channel is mere waste of sand and the young people of the neighbor hood were ill the habit of walking across 1t to the rock, where they were sure to find, retained in it's tirmness numbers of curious shells and marine plants, ever being brought in by the | sea.
 One Saturday, on which day, as sh, sometimes laughingly phrased it Agnes did not "keep school" she wa sitting in the April sunshine on the DOT tico of her fathers house, her hand busy with some light work and he thoughts far away with certain wan derer beneath Italian skies, when, hap pening to glance across the now empt, bed of the river, she saw two children whether boys or girls, she could not a that distance ten-just leaving the rocl and, apparently. running towards her At the next instant she heard, to he horror, the well-known roar of the ir coming spring tide, and at once realize the awful fact that it must overwhelr the little fugitives long before the could reach the shore; for, even now she could see the foam-covered edge c its fast-advancing waves not half
 mile below. The distance was to great to signal the children intelligent 1y, much less to call to them, and Agne could only watch their progress in a agony of dread. But now they, too caught sight of the rushing waters, anc ! after hesitating moment, turned an ran back to the mound, where the would be safe for, possibly, twenty mir utes. On this day MT. Graydon ha