The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1893-06-29

IAN fetch me that thar long indh-rope
we uses to windlass up the RATS with.
Anse Granger, John White md Doak
Spurlin have gone down the gorge to
the jam. We-why dom you hurry up,
girl? Dark's comm on md wt've a
sight to do.' ~
Kate stood speechless and staring.
Her father stamped his foot impatient
ly, and she turned to look for the rope
like one in a dream.
Ten minutes later Con CardeI and
several others were standing On the
Red Cliff, huge precipice that over
hung large rock midway of the gorge.
Here was where the jam had formed.
Kate followed them, regardless If the
supper she was to prepare, regardless
of everything, save that Anse hadgone,
perhaps, to his death, and thai-she
loved him dearly. The results d her
own petty resentment wrung Lerheart
as she remembered his last attempt at
reconciliation, which she had so cuelly
repulsed.
the Red Cliff. Below was asavags roar
and a. white dash of spray and the
grinding thud of descending logs Her
ears, half deafened by the noise were
strained to catch the sound Of voices
that might, even now, be fore'er si-
fenced.
The sun was sinking; chilling shad-
ows were enveloping the gorge. The
men were lowering a rope &l. Car
den, lying down, peered - fA-
ing abyss below. w
There's two men on the rock, "said
he. Hit looks like they'veb broke loose
part of the jam"
only two men, father" cried Kate.
She threw herself down and peered
over. What if the missing one were
Anse Granger?
"That's it, boys" size heard her ia
Their say. "a leetle further down.
There! he's ketched itS-he's got it under
his arms. Now, pull stiddy, boys, md
don't fragile the rope"
A human form was dangling over the
gulf below. drencheS with spume and
swinging wildly. Vas it Anse? She
hid her face as she heard the horrible
rasp of the rope ovtr the edge of the
cliff-the hard breathing of man
then, after time, q scraping of feet
and Doak heavy voice:
Hit was a tight squeeze, boys, md
about the wust place ever was in"
who's on the rocI now?" Kate heard
her father ask.
John White"
Her heart gave a fearful leap
"Well, Doak where's Anse?"
Kate sprang to Ter 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 Anse, he went along too"
She waited to hear no more, but with
out word she glided behi nd the I'M
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-
gled along the rough and perilous path
above the gorge that led to the valley
below. ~
He has gone to his death, "she fall
tered. IL don't care much how soon
| go to mine either. Perhaps I'll meet
him-where?
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 a sharp bend of the path.
Good God" she gasped. 'Its his
ghost!'
She would have fallen, but strong
arms held her, warm breath famed
her brow. Her eyes reopened. The hands
of the ghost felt lifelike, and the voice
she now heard made her heart throb
anew.
NO, Kate, l amt quite ghost vet,
though | come tClerable nigh gettin to
be one-shore."
"Doak said as log hit ye," whim-
pered the girl.
II was in the dugout when log did
strike it, md down she went, jest ahead
of the jam. Then the canoe busted
herself on rock. l managed to climb
log nd on | scooted. / was whirled
under nd knocked about pretty consid-
cradle, but | got ashore, md here am.