The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1892-01-28

its schemes to escape from their periloul
situation. The cold was intense; the
bitter winds furrowed The black waters,
and scuaI of halls ones pat. cred and
splashed abous them; dreary IS death
was the pro :pect
@Loveday! Loveday." muttered Ac'
crinQton, laying his cheek against her
cold white one. as It lay on his shoulder,
her long fine hair swathing and binding
them together as it flowed over both
forms unfortunately. "How is it you
could not love ne when l love you SO
much?"
An exi ress:on Of hope'es5 anguish
came upon his face; he began to fee
that to win this girl to love him, he
could almost try to be worthy Of her
Suddenly great roar Of falling water
reached his ear; he eazed wildly around.
Not far below he saw g eat -four
mill near the river, while along the
bank, above him, ran a mill race, which
opened on the river by means of a
sluice. The sluice was now open, and
the waste water from the flume was
pouring into the river like great
cataract, stirring the waters into boil
ing whirlpool, which must inevitably
swamp the skiff and drag the castaways
down to their death
Accrngton ga ed in dismay, then
shouted for help till the welkin rang
again.
A voice replied. and following its d.
rection he saw through the slanting
lines of binding hail the vision Of a
hoi 50 stretched to the gallop on the cp
posite bank OF the mill, and its rider
waving his hand t. him.
The thunder Of the machinery in the
mill prevented the W. rkingmen from
hearing anything else. No one came out
to shut down the slut O.
The steep Ia ks gradually sank to
grassy levels. and the horseman was
seen leaping the dit; of the roadway
and urging his horse down to the brink.
Again and again he was about to plunge
in to the rescue. but the ever-Quickenin 2
torrent drew the skiff past him. and he
galloped on again.
Accrington watched the gallant stran-
ger with hopeless eyes. He did not be-
lieve that swimming horse could save
them from these fierce waters
At last, ha ing outStripped The skiff
by about fifty yards, the hcrseman
plunged in AID swan his p, werful ami
NAL obliquely to tie center Of the river,
and stood there on a sunken rock, up to
the horses belly in the water.
Amazed to see him stationary, Ac-
crington swept nearer and nearer, doing
his best to guide toward the stranger,
who shouted directions which were al
most lost in the roar of the falling
water.
Nearer and nearer the castaways drew,
aud now the stranger set his horse
broadside toward them, and braced him
self for the shock; and Accrington
frightened his grip Of LOveday, and gave
the sweet, sweet face long look, which
might be his last
And then the shock came-skiff and
c'inging forms struck the living barri-
cade, which staggered, and plunged, and
then stood firm again under the low
command of the rider; the skiff settled
against the horse, and pair Of eager
hands seized Loveday and drew her up
clear Of the water
Accrington lifted his bloodshot eyes to
the xescuer, and saw-Auberon Crecy!
"You!" grated Accrington, all his sat
isfaction poisoned.
Auberon did not heed him. he was por-
ing over the pa.e face of Loveday with
despairing anguish
"Loveday! my Loveday!" he trem-
bingly besought her; "look up, dear, it
is Auberon; you are safe with AuberOn!
Have you driven her to her death?" he
said to Accrineton with sudden bitter
reproach, "is she dead?"
Acc,ington made no reply; but turned
with frantic energy to the work of
rishting the skiff and baling it out, that
she might be taken ashore as soon as
possible. He had obtained footholds on
the fat rock, which Auberon had de
tected in the channel by the peculiar
run Of the water over it.
He it was who had pursued poor I ove-
day, having traced them to Silverstrea m,
and learned that she had started for
HON, alone; he had lost the sound of her
horses feet soon after crossing the bridge.
and while retracing the way had heard
Loveday's cries when the first recognized
Accrington; guided by the sound he had
struck of the highroad through horse
path on the river bank, and had soon
caught up with the skiff turned bottom
up, and accompan ed it, in search of a
place where he might enter the stream.
sunless we can make the men hear,
and shut down the sluice. there is little
hope that any one of us will get safe
ashore" said Auberon, who was wrap
ping the chilled form of Loveday in his
own overcoat. and forcing some sherry
between her lips from his hunting flask.
"My horse is almost cone, and yonder
whirlpool drags us towards it at racing
speed. We must unite our voices and
shout for help" Accrington drew forth
his own hunting flask, which was fill ed
with more potent stimulant than the in
nocent Auberon's, and handed it up,
saying anxiou >ly,
"Try the brandy: It's best. If could
only have got at It before she would not
be so far gone, but dared not loosen my
hold of the beat. She is chilled to death.
l fear; she is not drowned, oh. no, she
only went down once and had her up
instantly. Chafe her temples with the
spirit, and her hands When the boat is
dry we might wrap her up and lay her in
the bottom.
Thus planning and working for Love
day. al animosity for tho time was
drODped: and thew shouted Simultan-