Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-05-15

the sound of voices and footsteps hurry ing up the road, and here were Dr. La mar and two strangers with ropes and lanterns.
 Miss Maxey stepped back several paces from the little knot of men who now gathered upon the edge of the bluff. She saw them holding consultation and making calculations. One of them laid down near the treacherous, ice clad edge of the bluff fiat on his face, and crawled to the very verge, so that he might look over A lantern on the end of a rope was then let down. After few minutes it was drawn up. The man arose. Another, the smallest of the group, now submit ted himself to be made securely fast ts the end of the line and was lowered over the edge Two of the men at the rope stood on the other side of the wall, with their feet braced against it. The third stood as near the edge of the cliff as he dared and eased the line over the rocks. He listened for the voice of the man at the end of the rope and repeated his in- structions to the men on the other side of the wall.
 "Lower! Lower! A little more. Steady! Hold fast! Now, pull! Steady Pull! Once morel Now, again! Stop"
 Breathless, excited, Miss Maxey start ed forward. The man at the verge was already upon his breast, carefully reach ing down to steady the delicate burden. Again that strange, weird cry, louder and near at hand, flutter of garments tossed by the wind, a final pull upon the rope, a gasp and struggle, and mo- tionless object was laid down ill the trampled snow. Everybody was bending over it, Miss Maxey among the first. The lanterns were held close down.
 Softly she put back the straying hair from the face that she might look upon it, and she saw the features of young woman not so old as she by several years and dark and beautiful like herself. The face was very pale, and it was slightly scratched and bruised but there was nu blood upon it. There was something strained and unnatural in it's appearance, but through all the hsrshncss of the ex- pression, all the ghastlincss and pallor, the delicate charm Of classic outline, the regularity of dainty features, assert ed their presence still.
 Miss Maxey saw all this with an add ed pang at her sympathetic heart. Some how the very human thought that these things made the pity Of it the greater obtruded itself even into Miss Maxey's sensible reflections. She sat gazing into the unconscious countcnaEce alone, for the others had left her. The attention of all the men were taken ill the task of drawing up him who had gone down to the rescue and who had been left on the point of rock beneath.
 The long lashes rested on the white cheeks of the motionless form in Miss Maxey's lap, but the girl seemed to be ill stupor rather than a faint Perhaps she was dying with the cold Sympathet- ic Miss MaXey pressed the unconscious head against the fur lining of her cloak and sought to chafe the hands. She found them enveloped in thick gloves, and then she noticed that the unfortu- nate creature was well and warmly clad. Her clothing was of a modest and un- pretentious character, but at the same time it did not indicate poverty.
 "What terrible thing" exclaimed Miss Maxey in burst of sympathy.
 AS SH6 epohe Illo AohS 1dohoo 'lAVo.t' The dark eyes looked for all instant full into her own, and then there came into the face vague expression, a some thing, rather, that had not enough of in telligence in it to be called an expres- sion, as if fear had laid the mold of his unsightly features against hers and stamped his image there forever. And from the tremulous lips came forth that strange, low utterance that was neither a moan nor plea, not human sound exactly, nor suggestive wholly of dumb animal in distress.
 Poor child!" It was the voice of Dr. Lamar who was bending over Miss Max ey's shoulder What a misfortune! This is very serious matter, very se- rious matter indeedn'