Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-10-16

from the world 1 hated, and to have no wit
ness to my weakness.
Imagine my evaporation when Mr.. Clos
rounded the corner of the rock on which
was perched. dumped up; as I did so m,
eyeglasses swurg round, the jerk severe
the elastic to which they we're hung; the,
fell on the ground at my feet, and wer
broken into fragments-this loss was seri
Gus one.
The wind and waves thundered ant
clashed all round; MIR. Close shouted st mt
l'thro' the din:
'Why on earth have you come here?"
"For walk"
| '"You must be mad You can see the
danger board behind you. You know that
people have been drowned here before now.
Foolhardiness is not pluck"
I asEed him de6antly what interest he
| had in my concerns
'My friendship for your father" he re-
turned, as though he would have implied:
'sNo other, l assure YOU"
Then your duty to my father is done;
don't waste any more time on me. Go back
to the tennis; I'm going on.'
NV remark, no doub., was partly smoth-
cred by the storm. Turning My back on
Mr.. Close, with my face set westward, 1
continued to Chamber over the rocks in the
direction contrary to that of Seacombe. 1
was fairly sure of foot, and 7 walked
rapidly not looking back, until 1 had
reached the point of the cliff, and rounded
the rugged and perpendicular peninsula.
had thought that Mr.. Close was follow
ing me; however, when 1 glanced behind
me found my mistake. He was not in
sight. 1 was alone-alone, and little
frightened. 1 could in anger brave death
when I hoped to punish mankind in
general by doing SO; in cold blood, where
none but seagull was witness to my daring,
such pluck as L have possessed COED out
from my finger tips.
looked out to sea; sullen waves, noun
tain high, and cres! ed with foam, came tear
ing in upon tie broken crags, breaking with
a crash like artillery upon the rocks. 1
was blind without my glasses, when q
shower of spray fell upon my upturned face
deluging me from head to foot, panic
seized me and hurriedly tnrned. intending
to retrace my steps, in doing so my foot
slipped; no doubt my dim eyes, my sudden
fear, my haste combined in making ME un-
steady of gait. On the Shiny seaweed I
tottered, tried to save myself BY catching at
the jagged splinters OF rock and failed.
1 fell, fell on my side, and rolling over
the edge Of the rock upon which had been
standing, alighted dozen feet below upon
a ridge of rock which lay uncomfortably
near to the angry and incoming sea.
just for moment 1 lay there, where I
fell, halfstunned and breathless; the pain,
the agonizing shoots of pain in my left arm
turned me sick. But the instinct of life
preservation reused me. 1 struggled to my
feet and began-though every movement
increased the pain l suGered-to Chamber
up the rock out of reach of the waves.
NV injured arm hung like log, useless
and manned, by my side. My skirts, satr-
rated with water, clung close and heavy to
nv limbs.
The rock which I endeavored to scale
slanted somewhat; its surface was broken.
Under other circumstances L could have
clambered to the top in moment. Now,
with clouded eyes. swimming head, tremb-
ling limbs, my progress was slow indeed.
If could not retrace my steps more swiftly
than :his, how In the name of heaven should
reach and cross the gulieys before the sea,
by its advance, cut of The possibility of re-
treat!
My courage had been faintinc; it now
expired. l gave vent to shrieks for help
shrieks so shrll and piercing that they rose
above the noise of the storm. and brought
the aid ior which clamored to my side.
Mr.. Close, hardly less agitated than was
myself, stood beside me.
"Look at my arm," yelled, ''it hangs
like that; it hurts me fcarfully. Why did
you 70 away? II you had STAYED here it
would not have happened. You had no
right to leave me-"
There was no violent compassion, tender
sympathy, nothing to soothc my feelings
about Mr. Close. There was no approval,
nothing like 1t In his cycs. lie wasted
neither words nor time, bur feeling my arm