Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-07-10

here yell keep me saved from something worse than this. Good-by!''
 Then grasping the rope tightly Paul began to pull and the child swung away from the man and hung over the plunging waters with wide, terrified eyes. Slowly he drew her up, and the man watched until she was safe on the ledge; then he said: ''Now, son, I'll see what good amp and he began strug- gling to get upon the end of the leaning column
 Again and again he essayed it: he was so numb he could scarcely move. The boy watched him, with every muscle rigid from sympathy. The action seemed to warm and freshen the man, and at last he got upon the pillars end and sat still, with his forehead rest ing against the cool wall before him.
 'tNow, my son." he said, when he had gotten his breath, ''take all the time ye need for gettin' the little thing onto dry ground. I'll be a-restin' while y're gone. Don't hurry, I'll be a-restin'. Keep the rope round the child, an if she falls mebby ye ken save her again. I'd rather ye'd save her than me. Good by!'
 Slowly and warily the boy picked his way through the curling mist, guiding, lifting, leading the frightened child along the dizzy path. At last they came down and out upon the beaten sand, and as he took the rope from round the ichild's quivering form he heard cry, and looking up saw his mother coming down the rain-gullied bluff, with the gray light of dawn breaking over the edge of the cliff behind her.
 ''Oh, mother, he's come! Fathers come!" cried the boy. "He's just round yanderl I'll bring him in a min iutel''
 The woman's haggard face lit up as she ran forward to meet him. When she saw the child she stopped short. "Why-why, where did that little thing come from?'' she asked.
 q don't know, mother. Father said she'd been holding him round the neck an keepin' him from drowndin'," said the boy, and he looked at the shivering waif with something like awe.
 The child sat still on the rock where Paul had placed her, and looked from one face to the other. Her clothes were fine and thin, but torn and wet, and her tangled curls clung about her thin neck like yellow silk. Her blue eyes were very appealing, and the woman dropped down on her knees beside the child with a great pang of pity at her heart.
 ''Oh, you poor, drowned, starvin' lit tie thing!'' she said, "what's become o1 your mammy?" The child gazed at her wonderingly moment, and murnured something in a foreign tongue.
 ''Mercyr' exclaimed the woman. 'It can't speak English; it's a foreigner! and she put her faded shawl about ii compassionately.
 Suddenly the boy started up. "I'm goin' now, mother" he said. 'I'm go in after father!" and before the woman could comprehend he snatched the rope and ran up in the spray and was swal. lowed from her sight. The act appalled, her, and she sprang screaming after him, but she slipped on the wet rocks anc the plunging surges beat her back. Tc her mother heart 1t was much as if he had passed into billowing fire. The mo ments seemed interminable; would he | never come back from that battering pounding gulf of foam and noise?
 A half hour of terror went by; ther suddenly he burst out of the wreathine spray above her, with cry much as Ii he had opened eyes in Heaven. BehinG him came his father, dropping and stag gering forward, and husband and wife fell into each others arms, and stood swaying and sobbing on the sand, while Paul crept away, sick and broken, ant crying to himself.
 Ahl he had been through great peril he had done noble deed; he haC brought back his self respect; but hat not the old lowering darkness com' along with it9
 When Trave Armor, following hi wife, bent his tall, shambling form anc