Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1893-09-22

oors Yell gang sumo eneuch fan We hear
what haze to tell ye. Dinna start, lassie;
it's nae mair words o. luve haze tae vex We
VII. kent that was nae use lang syne
Ye're mournin for Sandie, thinkin aye on
oim-an the bonnie lads living deid and
still at the bottom o. Loeb Effock."
The girl stared at him wildly-tben
started to her feet, shuddering and trem-
bling The dying man clutched at her
dress with one last effort.
~ killed him." he half sobbed. 1--WE
had words. told him he medina fash him
sell tryin to win We, for wad had We for
my wife. fair means or foul. An he lookit
in my face wi that LAUGH o. his. 1t was on
the Eagles crag. struck him, pushed
him over. He went doom, DOOM We ken
whaur."
He was choking Once he tried to open
his lips His eyes sought the girls hidden
face with piteous hunted look. When she
lifted her head from her hands, he was dead
Dead in the walled sheepfold by her side,
and the snow was falling, whirling, driving
in the gathering darkness.
Lizzie used to wonder afterward whether
she sat there hours or only few minutes.
1t seemed to black night all at once. To
venture out into that maze of binding drift
would be worse than madness. She crept
out of the shelter through deep snow and
feeling for the wall strained over it with
vague, desperate hope of seeing her moth
er's light Darkness unbrokenl Only one
of two things remained to be done-fght
her way out and perish in the storm or
crouch down beneath the scanty roof beside
the body of Alan Grant.
She sobbed once or twice helplessly.
What would her father and mother do
without herr Then, when she had CROPPED
her way back, she knelt down in her wet
clothes and said some words of a prayer
Then she felt around for some still dry
bracken, and gathering it together piled it
on top of her. Once or twice she touched
the dead man in the darkness, but hardly
any feeling of horror seemed to touch her
now. 1t was the pitiful thought of that
other man that filled her mind-the man
she loved-deep under the black ice on
Loeb Effock This was where all her fears
and hopes had ended. This was the reason
he had not met her by the Queens well
that April night. She always knew he had
not played her false, whatever others might
think
Would she let him sleep on there and
never make known his brothers crimei
What would it matterS Only one could
judge him now. Oh, to think that she
the woman who would have given her life
for him and whom he loved so well, had
been the very cause of his death. So these
cruel thoughts and many others came and
went, and always the snow fell. and the
dead man lay within touch of her hand
1t was strange, but the former almost I'M
reasoning hate and horror which she had
felt in regard to him seemed to have melted
away
Then the cold took hold of her, and that
awful numb feeling, chilling blood and
brain.
She thought perhaps she would sleep till
day. But VS. not that cry somewhere
far off and faint to her failing senses? What
was that dazzling her eyes, waking her out
of her deathly stupor? Something hot and
fiery was tricklng between her icy lips
Some one was lifting her in great, strong
arms, and a voice was rousing her as nc
other voice could. How like Sandie's it
sounded She must be dreamingl How
warm and real dream kisses felt on her
face and lips.
Sandie told her it all next morning.
There is narrow ledge of rock on the
face of Eagles crag not far above the
loch. There is some heather on the ledge
and whin bush BY a merciful escape
the young man had allghted there and
lain stunned by the fall, hidden among the
whins. When he came to his senses,
bruised and cut and shaken, he could think
OF nothing remember nothing but that his
only brother had tried to murder him. The
horror OF 1t overwhelmed him.
w neither premedltated or IN a MT OF black
rage he did not question: but-he would
not lace MN. lie dared not meet HIM lest