Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1893-12-16
FOR LOVES SAKE.

will cause your mother to consent to GU
marriage and settle Lord Fenylls chance
forever. You must fall over the rail int
the water"
"Tomw she gasped, staring at him wit
wide eyes.
"Yes-wait. You must fall into the We
ter, you see, and then will jump over an
save your life. 1t will be easy. AS soon
you fall will be overheard too. Do nc
be afraid to trust yourself to me. There !
really not much danger, because can swim
as well as can walk. 1t is the only way
dear, believe me. You are not afraid?"
She considered little
II see, Tom. You think mamma will b
so glad to have me brought back to life tina
she will-will let us have our way"
eyes, that is just it," he agreed.
But Tom," she urged, suppose man
ma will not yield them"
"She will, though" he asserted conf
IDENTIFY.
Something Of his own daring spirit in
fected her. The spice of danger, her full
confidence in his ability, their long love
otherwise hopeless-she made no furthe
objection, but entered heart and soul int
the wild scheme.
How am to know when to fall?"
You must find your opportunity
Scream as you fall, and then away viii
go. shall be very rear you all the re
mainder of the day, but do not notice M
at all. You will be very careful so that N
one may see that the fall was premeditated
And-there goes the first bell! Run, Ethel
No one must know we have been talking
And, Ethel, do not let that Lord"- Blu
she was gone.
Slowly passed the day. Luncheon was
over two hours ago, and the afternoon wa.
slipping on. In the saloon the tinkling o.
a guitar mingled with the sound Of merri
ment and singing; only scattered few
We're left on deck. Watching the waters
were Ethel and the inevitable Lord Fenyll
with his inevitable eyeglass.
rs not that sail, Lord Fenylli" shl
asked.
"a sail! In what direction?"
Eagerly he took up his telescope. This
was just the opportunity she wanted. Slow.
ly he swept the horizon with the glass.
why, yes he continued, after pause
II see it quite plainly l can even read the
name-oh. Miss Van Zandt! Help, helpp'
With q shrek of terror she had disap-
peared over the side Only one terrified
scream, but in an instant the deck was filled
with eager, frightened faces.
Lord Fenyll was rushing from one end of
the place to the other, dragging with him
an immense coil of rope, tangling up him.
self and every one else, crying out the aw-
full accident at the top of her voice.
Mrs. Van Zandt and another lady had
tainted. All was haste and confusion.
Tom saw nothing of this He was in the
water before the echo of her voice had died
away on the startled air. With firm, rap
i'd strokes he beat the waves, and his ewes
were alert to catch the first glimpse. The
sun glared into his face, but he did not find
her. His heart failed him. God, he could
not see her Why did she not rise?
"Ethelp' he cried aloud in frenzy.
But what was that white speck yonderp
Could he reach its A moment more-only
u moment more-with ebbing power as the
white face came to the surface, he threw
one arm around the body. His strength all
but exhausted, he was taken with his life
less charge into the boat lowered to meet
him. The glad news was shouted to the
waiting yacht, and willing help was ready
to greet the rescued and rescuer.
The little figure in its clinging white
seemed devoid of life The soft baby curls
around her forehead clustered darkly gold
en-; the large drops of water slipped off one
by one, till there were little pools on the
floor.
MY little girl, my little grip moaned
and sobbed Mrs Van Zandt, and while
'ears fell they took her below and toiled
,or hours to summon back the waverinQ
'pirit.
Tom-unhappy Tom-was the hero of the
lour. But he could not be quiet; he could
lot wait in patience. Up and down out.
tide the door he paced, listening to each
ound, wrestling with his misery, praying
o God as he had never prayed before.
Suddenly the door opened, and Mrs. Van
landt herself came out.
He dropped into chair and hid his head
q his hands. He heard her coming direct
= toward him to tell him-what? And
hen Mrs. Van Zandt's arms were around
lis neck-she was calling him her dear boy,
Ter hero. She was thanking him through
ears and sobs. He hero He could
ave laughed aloud bitterly at the mockery
+ it. She was telling him that Ethel had
ONE back to them. She was awake again.
he wanted to see him-would he Gomez
With q choking in his throat he made his
ray to where his little love was lying,
IRIS. Van Zandt softly closed the door and |
hey were alone.
White she was, like bent lily; the |
amp yellow hair lay over her pillow and |
rushed back from her white forehead,
here his eyes saw the mark of a cruel
ruise, a blow as she fell, but her lips were
Milling, and one hand was outstretched to
i'm. He could not take it. He sank on
is knees at her side.
"Ethel, sweetheart, can you forgive me9"
e groaned, and with the words the flood
ates were swept away, and he sobbed
oud. my dear little Ethel it was almost
eath-it would have been murder, and /
our murderer"
TON, Tom," she whispered weakly, do
ot frighten me SO. lam not dead. shall
ION be we'll now"
Forgive me, Ethel. Say you forgive mer'
She stroked gently the brown head buried
the pillows.
"Yes, Tom, forgive you."
He raised his haggard face at last, and
eat pity swept ov.r her tender heart.
9TH hands were outstretched to him now,
ID as he took her reverently in his arms
9 murmured SO family that he could
rely hear it:
II love you, dear, dear Toni"
Lord Fenyll lost the day.-New York
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