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

During this operation L did not scream as
loudly as could have done. but my moan:
and groans discomlited him.
"Poor girl," he said, cit hurts badly.
am clumsy, but there is no time to waste
We must be quick. We can't walk two
abreast, there is barely foothoid for c gull.
| Bat, if you keep your head YOU are q good
] climber Yes, yes, see the. fall has upset
you, but summon all your pluck, there is
not a moment to spare; we must round the
cliff before the sea gets to the point. Come
! on" ->
did not "come on" sat fat down on
the seaweed, and, rocking myself to and fro,
! cried violently.
81 won't come. l daren't move. l am
afraid to stir. You must carry me-"
He looked at me in a kind OF breathless
horror.
'eTo attempt such thing would be death
to both of u.s." he cried. "Carry you along
| this slippery cliff? A sheer impOssibility!
You are SO plucky, Mildred, come, you are
not afraid.
This appeal did not touch me-.
81 am AFRAID. / am awfully afraid, and L
shall not come. You have not got broken
arm"
81 can't carry you," he said-he did not
look angry, only rather white-"but, per-
haps can help you. Stan1 up"
did so, then he took off his necktie,
which he slipped through my leattern belt
at the back. and holding the ends of this
support in his hand lie drove me on ahead
OF him. Though 1 staggered and tottered,
and though NV head reeled, yet the firm
ness of his grasp was reassuriDg and 1
cIambered OIL. All the rude and angry
things said to him in my pain and tear
NAV have been drowned in the din of the
storm; at any rate, lie never answered me.
ANY man would have shown forbearance
with the owner of q broken arm.
1t was terrible climb in the teeth of the
wind I do not suppose that Mr.. Close was
a coward, but when we reached the jutting
cliff and found that the sea had submerged
the gulley, in which the breakers seethed
and roared, he turned white as death and
set his teeth, groaning with as deep groan
as any which my shattered arm had wrunS
from me.
1 began to cry afresh.
"Look look j" 1 said, sthe sea is deep
upon the path, the tide has turned before
its tine. 1 know it has. And 1 can't swim;
no one could swim in such q sea. We shall
be drowned, we must be drowned: nothing
can save us. ;"
Mr.. Closes words were more reassuring
than his face. He said hat on his way he had
met two fishermen, who, on hearing whittier
he was bound. had warned him of the tide
and of the danger of the rocks.
81 told Them why I went" he said; "no
doubt they'll keep look out for u.s. and
when we don't come back they will under
stand"
Understanding is no good,' sobbed,
'they can't save US, no boat could take us
off; the storm is fearful, and 1 can't be
hauled up the cliff with broken arm; it
would be agony"
A wave, bigger by far than its fellows,
came tearing up the gulley at gallop,
drenching the rock on which we stood.
1--WE must 90 back" Mr.. Close said,
'this place isn't safe now. We must climb
as far up the cliff as possible; with luck we
may be Bbie to reach high water mark and
save ourselves without the help of anyone.
For the second time 1 sat down on the
xeawced and refused 10 move; the pain and
terror drove me frantic.
Mr. Close scolded, besecched, implored,
threatened me. Twas immovable. Finallys
he resorted TO measure which undid us
both; he was pale Gs ashes, and his rough
voice grew tender, n geutleIess sottened his
shrewd eyes. 1 held my breath, and stopped
my sobs and listened.
''NIildred," he said, "you are woman.
You must have beneath these childish vagar-
les a woman's heart. II you won. think of
your life, think OF mine, which is not
wholly mine, TOR 1 have given 1t avay-Rnd
come
I arose slowly TO nv feet, and went step
In the direction he indicated.
My own voice was not sweet, II cronked,
hut IL was very low. Given up lite"
Whut nonsense! Who TOT"