Little Falls weekly transcript. (Little Falls, Morrison Co., Minn.) 1894-19??, 1894-11-02

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"What is itr' ~. tts
IT you dare!" came in rough tones
from behind tree and Harold Marina
duke appeared on the scene. The old! fish
er1nan was not man to be trifled With,
and he upbraided, the young lovers for
their Irritation. Then he! marched his
daughter back to the, house. Poor Basil
was well nigh frantic. Seating himself on
a log, he placed his hands to his forehead
as II In deep thought. While In this rev
erie terrible storm came up. The trees
swayed In the fierce gusts of wind, the
peaceful bay was turned into thrashing
sea, the thunder crashed, and myriads,Of
terrapin ran hither and thither to points
of safety. But Basil needed them not
Suddenly wild streak Of lightning pierced
one Of the largest trees, and down came its
tremendous weight upon the form Of the
poor artist pinning him to the ground.
His calls for aid were like whispers In the
die. .:.2 - &4
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It was daybreak. s5as%
The storm had subsidized, and still Basil
Beresford suffered in the terrible clutches
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away when he felt something crawl DER
hands, which were free, he caught a large
terrapin. This was soon devoured, for the
young artist had not tasted food for day.
Hours slipped away, but no helping hand
came. The loneliness was only broken by.
q constant procession sof terrapin across
the form Of Basil, who, fortunately enough,
had fallen directly across the path used by,
the terrapin to 90 to the bay. Basil would
select! the beat ones, slay them with his
penknife and place them beside him for
the next meal. @@rs'-'' ..'.&''s.+s.%. .a
It was then that he thought Of an old
legend Of Chesapeake shores. It was said
that IL you point q diamond buck toward
a certain place and start the animal on its
journey ii will at some time arrive at the
objective point, Quickly taking his pen
k1iMa Basil, scratched sketch Of his death
trap Oh the back Of the hard she'll Of q
wen built diamond back, giving the exact
location Of the spot where he was lying.
Then, pointing the terrapin toward the
happy home of Phyllis Marmaduke, he
started At on its journey. ss@ss:@I es5St =, -
Days, months and even years passed,
but Basil was still in his terrible prison,
sustaining his weary, life, by means Of the
terrapin, and praying for death'srelease.
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The sun was shining. :,~ S.#.:..
Around the humble cottage Of the fish
erman q. daughter her happy. children
were at play on the spacious veranda. 1t
was lust 16 years ago that very day that
Basil Beresfo1d had illustrated his horri-
BILE misfortune by means of a penknife on
the shell of diamond back. All this
while Phyllis had not been happy She
had buried two husbands, and her life
was now burden. Wiz.
Presently the laughter of the children
ceased. They gazed intently at the move
ments Of o cool and collected terrapin as
it clumsily olambered up the brownstone
steps. It was Phyllis who picked up the
belated rescue party and saw the message
upon it's back. With a shrek she fell to
the floor senseless. When she regained her
Consciousness she hastily summoned five
Of her strongest children, and they few to
the rescue. After short run she found
the prisoner, but at first she did not reoog-
nize him He had wasted to almost moth
ing, and hts long whiskers, now gray,
were cruelty intwined about the limbs of
the tree. - 49, s%@ -.
Heaven be praised'' she cried, and she
and her children began to cut away the
monstrous oak. "Are you still full Of tho
old love, Basil" : ~
s''No, dear; I'm full Of terrapin. Chi
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