The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1892-03-20

snatched from the jaws of death, and I
could scarcely utter his name Aloud.
lie brought the canoe close in to Inc. with
the bow clafing and grating on the banks.
and Deered closely at me.
why. lad ladw he exclaimed, when lie
was assured that it was indeed me, ''how
in the world did you get there? But never
mind now; get In here quick. Stendy now:
little thing'll upset 1t. tina knows. Kneel
thee close behind me and put tina two hands
on my shoulders. Steady now, and I'll soon
get thee on dry land. Keen tina heart up
nowl" BE could feet my hands trembling
on his shoulder. Keep tha heart up. and
veil be all roight directly"
We reached the farmstead. and the house,
hold was quickly bustling about on my be-
half. There was, of course. no truth in
Ietherts assertion that he had been sent
for me-; and as | unfolded the story OF his
perfity EXPLANATIONS of horror were OF very
frequent occurrence indeed. Abraham alone
sat with compressed brow and said nothing;
but his eyes wandered so restlessly to the
rack where his guns were suspended that
his better half, on noting II, silently went
over and sat on the oak settle beside him in
such a manner that lie could not well get
out, and so held him captive until the first
herce desire for immediate vengeance had
somewhat subsidized.
1t was decided to let Ye:hert 'stand over
until morning." when he was TO have been
handed over to the local constable bat he
was too many for us. He had heard the un-
usual cOmmotion from his room over the
stables, ana an hour and a half after my
arrival siouc hing individual. whose ap-
peaTance CORES pOnded exactly with the de-
scriptiOn aiterward circulated by the county
police. passed over Queens Ferry and land
ing on the Hawarden highway was seen no
more. There can be no doubt that he was
eraZed by hopeless attachment for his
masters daughter and that he had been
silently nursing his hatred against me for
some time. The attemut to compass my
death was after all very clumsy one, for
he had taken 10 pains to hide his completely
in the matter aud would most assuredly
have been charged with murder had it been
successful.
| went to service the same morning. The
Riches tried hard To persuade me To remain
in bed, but as the Burton bells shook out
their chimes ever the tree-tops we left the
fhrmstead. and turning up past the old cot
tage where the good Bishop Wilson was
born, entered the family pew.
Long was the good mans sermon, but 1t
seemed not so TO me-" Standing there
among the village folk we sang together
from the little ivory backed book, I've
praise thee, o God, We acknowledge thee
to be the Lord; and wa fingered long on
the way home through the wood where lie
the lonely Quaker graves.
| found the young fellow" to be Liv-
eTpooI artist nearly as old as Abraham
himself, and very jolly wielder of the
brush he was. Ii was for him that Abra-
ham had made the early Sunday morning
excursion, for, as ABA" explained in an
apologize kim of way, "Iha' sees this
young fellows seen too much of the WAYS
of farmyard ducks TO have anything to do
with them; so l just thought I'd get him
one or two. Tha' can hardly call it Sunday,
tina knows, at that time in the morning"
My adventure was not allowed TO interfere
with the sheep-washing arrangement, as 1t
would somewhat have spoiled tho plans of
the artist, whose picture. entitled Wash
ing Sheep on Burton Marsh," has for some
time been in the permanent collection of the
Liverpool Art Gallery.
AS for I'VE two" we are no longer di-
vided by the marsh.-Chambers' journal.