Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-02-14
LUGGERNEL SPRINGS.

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down fainting.
Which first? the lady or my friend,
slain perhaps for her sake?
"Her! see TO her!" he moaned.
I unbound her from the saddle.
could not utter a word for pity. She es-
sayed to speak, but her lips only moved.
She could not change her look. So many
hours hardening herself to repel, she
could not soften yet, even to accept my
offices with q smile of gratitude. She
was cruelty cramped by her lashings to
the rough pack saddle, 'rudely cushioned
with blankets. But the horror had not
maddened her, the torture had not
broken her; the dread OF worse had not
slain her. She was still unblenching
and indomitabe. And still she seemed
to rule her fate with quiet, steady eyes
gray eyes with violet lights.
carried her few steps to the side OF
ju5ilant fountain lifting beneath a
rock, and left her there to nature, kind
lest leech.
Then | took a cup of that brilliant
water to my friend, my brother.
81 can die now," he said feebly.
"There is no death in you. You have
won the right to live. Keep a brave
heart. DRINK
And in that exquisite spot, that fair
glade of the sparkling fountains, gave
the noble fellow long drafts Of sweet
refreshment. The rescued lady trailed
herself across the grass and knelt beside
us. My horse, still heaving with his
honorable gallop, dropped his head over
the group. A picture 10 be remembered
Who says that knighthood is no more?
Who says the days of chivairy are past?
Who says it, is losel.
Brent was roughly, but not danger
ously, shot along the arm. The bullet
had plowed an ugly path along the mus
cles of the forearm and upper arm, and
was lodged in the shoulder. A bad
wound; but no bones broken. If he
could but have rest and peace and sur
gerry! But II not, after the fever of our
day, after the wearing anguish OF our
doubtful gallop-if not?
Ellen Clitheroe revived in a moment
when she saw another needed her care.
Womans gentle duty of nurse found her
ready for its offices. My laundering
good will gave place willingly TO her fine
fingered skillfulness. She forgot her
own WEAKNESS while she was magnetic
ing away the pangs OF the wounded
man by her delicate touch.
He looked at me and smiled with total
content.
my fatherP" asked the lady family,
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"Safe!" said 1. Free from the Nor
mons. be is waiting for you with a
friend" :.
Her tears began,to flow. She was busy
bandaging the wound. All was silent
about us except the pleasant gurgle OF
the fountains, when We heard shot up
the detile.
The sharp sound Of pistol shot came
leaping down the narrow chasm, lying
before the pursuit of its own thunder
ing echoes.
I sprang up when heard the shot
and stood on the alert. There were two
mn the alley; which, after the shot, was
living, and which dead?
Not many moments had passed, when
7 heard hoofs coming, and Armstrong
rode into view. The gaunt white horse
galIoped with the long, careless fling l
had noticed all day. he moved machine
like. as il without choice or volition OF
his owr, horse commissioned TO carry
a fate. Larrap's stolen horse trotted
alone by his old master.
ARMSTRONG glanced at Murksr's body
living there, . battered mass
.sBothY' he whispered. THE other