The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1893-06-23

IAN fetch me that thar long incli-rops
we uses To windlass up the RATS with.
Anse Granger, John White nd Doak
Spurlin have gone down the gorge u
the jam. We-why don'tyou hurry up,
girl? Dark's comm on nd we've a
sight to do"
Kate stood speechicss and staring.
Her father stamped his foot inpatient.
ly, and she turned 10 look for the rope
like one in dream.
Ten minutes later Con Garden and
several Others were standing ON the
Red Cliff, huge prccipice that over.
hung large rock midway OF the gorge.
Here was where the jam had formed.
Kate followed them, regardless Of the
supper she was TO prepare, regardless
OF everything save that Anse had gone,
perhaps, To his death, and that-she
loved him dearly. Yhe results of her
own petty resentment wrung her heart
as she remembered his last attempt at
reconciliation, which She bad SO cruelty
repulscd.
Now she stood beside her. father on
the Red Clif. Below was savage roar
and white dash of spray and the
grinding thud Of descending logs. Her
ears, half deafcned by the noise, were
strained to catch the sound of voices
that might, even now, be forever 81.
fenced
The sun was sinking; chilling shad.
ows were enveloping the gorge. The
men were lowering "A rope. Mr. Car.
den, lying down, peercd into the seeth.
ing abyss below.
There's two men on the rock" said
he. "Iiit looks like they've broke loose
a part of the JAM"
only two men. father" cried Kate.
She threw herself down and pcered
over. What if the missing one were
Ansc Granger?
That's it, boys" she heard her fa-
Their say. "A leetle further down.
There he's kctched it-hes got it under
his arms. Now. pull Study, boys. nd
don't FRAGILE the rope"
A human form was dangling over the
gulf below. drenchcd with spnme and
swinging wildly. Was it Anse? She
hid her face as she heard the horrible
rasp Of the rope over the edge Of the
cliff--the hard breathing of man
then. after time, scraping of feet
and Doak's heavy voice:
''liit was a tight squeeze. boys, nd
about the wust place ever was in
who's on the rock move" Kate heard
her fathcr ask.
John White
Her heart gave a fearful leap.
well. Doak, where's Anse?'
Kate sprang to her feet as Spurlin's
slow words came like an echo of doom.
''Jest afore the jam broke the end OF
log hit the dugout kerblim. Down she
went, nd Ansc, he went along too"
She waited to hear no more, but with.
out a word she glided behi nd the un.
needing group. conscious that Changers
body must be somewhere below the
gorge. and that she must find it, and,
perhaps, die. There seemed to De moth
ing else that she cared to do now
Lower away, boys" called Garden.
but the words were an Indifferent af-
fair to the despairing girl, who with di.
lated eyes and torn garments strug-
glci along the rough and perilous path
above the gorge that led to the valley
below.
"IIc has gone to his DEATH" she fall
tered. 81 don't care much how soon
go to mine either. Perhaps I'll meet
him-whcre?
Her query was suddenly and unex.
pectedly answered as the form Of Anse
Granger, drenched, bruised. his cloth.
ing torn. his face unnaturally pale,
gilded round sharp bend of the path.
GOOD Cod" she gasped. ITS his
ghost"
She would have fallen, but strong
arms held her. warm breath famed
her brow. Her eyes reopcned. The hands
OF the ghost felt lifelike. and the voice
she now heard made her heart throb
anew.
mo. Kate, amt quite ghost vet,
though come tclerable nigh gettin' to
be onc-shorc.'
"Doak said as log hit ye," whim-
pcred the girl.
II was in the dugont when log did
strike it. nd down she went, Jest ahead
Of the jam. Then the canoe busted
herself on rock. managed to climb
a log nd on | scooted. was whirled
under nd knocked about pretty consid-
era BILE but | rot ashore md here I am