The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1892-03-19

each time Hugh raised his hat, Miss
Herbert bowed frigidly. and her little
cousin nodded brightly. Once when he
passed The door of their lodging, juSt
aS they were going in, the child ran
across the road rs her cousin entered,
and put her hand into his, and talked
Ia him for two or three minutes, and
conveyed Ia him the thanks Of her
mamma, who was not strong, and did
not go ont much, for having carried
her across the tide. For the next three
days Hugh Carson was engaged in
painting picturesque old farm house
lying far on the hill. The subject was
good one, and he set out To produce
finished picture on the spot, and work
ed at ID from early morning aS long as
the light lasted, making his breakfast
and lunch off mi k and bread and
cheese obtained at the farmhouse.
Upon the third evening he was return
ing from his work, walking along the
edge of the hill, looking down upon the
sea, when he came upon the little girl
lying on the ground crying bitterly.
'.Why, little one, what is the mat
ter?"
The child, who had not heard him
approaching, leaped to her feet, and
upon seeing who it was, look Of
pleasure flashed across her tear-stained
face.
80, please, sir, do help me! Cousin
Amy has tumbled down the hill"
"Good gracious, child, where has
she fallen?" Hugh said in horror; for
the spot where they stood was above
one of the steepest slopes between Bar
mouth and Harlech.
"Down there, sir; she was picking
flower when she slipped; and | can't
get at her, but | can see her -
And the child led the young artist to
a point further on, where the plateau
projected, and ihe face of the hill where
Amy had fallen was visible.
The slope where she had slipped was
very steep, but became even sleeper
lower down. Then a rocky ledge pro-
jected, and below it an abrupt preci-
pice some fifty feet high. Amy Her
bert lay on the ledge. She had rolled
down on to it, and had evidently struck
her head, for she was insensIble. This
ledge was some three feet wide; and
from the position in which the girl lay,
it was probable that, at the first move
ment made as she came to, she would
roll over the edge.
"All right, little one; don't cry; |
will get to consln Amy. She has hurt
herself; but dare say she will he all
right when get to her
Hugh spoke cheerfully, but he was by
no means sure that the girl was not
killed. He looked closely ut the grassy
slope 1t was easy to slide down; but
once down there was no getting up
again. He was fully Il mile and half
from the town; but he dared not run
for aid, for ii the girl partially recover
cd she might be dashed to pieces be-
fore his return. But the child puzzled
him. He was afraid To send her to the
village by herself, afraid to leave her
alone on top; besides, If they were to
stop on that ledgc till help came, ii
would be much more pleasant with the
child there, both for Amy and himself.
sI.ook here, Pussy he said, after :.
minutes thought, ''will You l'c u good
quiet lutte girl ii take y"u with me
down to cousin Amyp'
The child nodded seriously.
Here goes, then, he said: ''n"w
yon take hold of my hand very tight q,
and we will 90 down rs far us we can:
then wen lie down on the %raSS. you
put yonr arms round my neck, and we
| will slide down.
! SO it was done, not without danger;
but Hugh was strong aml steady; and
! lying on his face with one arm round
the child, he held on To the tufts OF
grass, and let himself slide as gently rs
he could. Still his heart beat fast for
an instant when. ON reaching the steep
est point of the slope, they slipped