The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1894-01-27

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moment was in their hands.
>"'Spy! hissed one, furiously; 'wlo
sent you here?
IF had had any presence Of mind,
I would have feigned ignorance of
French; but began to implore their
mercy, and to explain how I happened
to be alone on the sHohe Felsen.'
"Throw her over the rocks NUT
tered one Of the wretches, or she'll
alarm the whole duchy before morn
| ing
! '.They threw one Of their cloaks over
my head, and began to drag me back
to the High Rocks despite my frenzied
struggles. AL at once there was a
crashing among the fallen branches,
and while soft, strong hand caught
mine, threatening voice called out In
English, my own blessed tongue:
| "'Unhand her, you Williams! Or Ill
shoot you through the heads!
"In an instant was in the grasp of
the stranger, who Whirled me behind
him; and before I could tear the cloak
from my head, the sharp report of
| pistol told me that he was as good as
! his word. When I could see, I found
them all engaged in fierce melee,
while my deliverer, fair-haired young
Englishman, cried, franically:
Fly, madame, to the Alte Schloss-
fy!'
You may be sure I obeyed him. In
five minutes had reached the old cas-
tie, and was. telling q party Of French
| tourists, who had just arrived of the
combat going on.
my, mother was wild with alarm.
| She had heard the report Of the pistol,
| and marked with terror my pale face
and disordered appearance. I calmed
| her as we'll as could, saying I had lost
| the path; and then I hurried her into
! the carriage, and we drove down to
Baden-Baden in hot haste, lest news Of
my peril might reach her ears.
THAT night I told my adventure to
care a letter, expressing my gratitude
to my brave deliverer, when he should
make himself known.
eve left Baden-Baden the next morn
ing, a telegram from home requiring
our immediate presence there; and Sc
! never met again the fair-haired Eng
lishman. But he did heroic thing
did he not?''
"He could scarcely do less, could hep
replies Mr. Stanley with a deep red
| oto14 III cdCu IulA CHECK.
! Miss Cheswick marks the grudging
praise, the flushed cheek, and her face
grows stern.
THAT man lives in my memory" she
says, with cold distinctness, while her
eyes deepen and glow He is the one
| hero whom i have rnet=-the ONE man
/ whom would wed. 2 53.sS s.,:s- sss-s
Would your murmurs Mr.. Stanley,
and he laughs, incredulously, while his
lips quiver, as If with scorn:,
"At least" says the lady, goaded into
hostility by his scant generosity, while
that mans noble courage lives in my
heart will never love g. lesser hero. I
shall remain faithful to his memory
forever"
Perhaps If you met him you would
not love him." remarks Mr. Stanley
"Ah! that I should! If he were the
poorest, and plainest, and humblest
man on earth, he would still be my
hero'
but, If you did not know he was
your hero2if he loved you madly, nei-
ther knowing you had ever met each
other before
"Oh, If he would only love mel" sighs
Miss Cheswick, clasping her hands,
while rich flush bathes her yearning
! face. Il could never, never, mistake
him."
Then your heart must sometimes
have pleaded for-me," murmurs her
companion, a strange light in his eyes.
Tor you! Oh, sir, why are you so
mad? Have not told you this story
because l esteem you too much to al
low you
Miss Cheswick, your hero got the
letter, but after weeks Of illness. The
pistol shot which you heard was not
tired by him, bat by one Of the robbers
ut him, and 1t pierced his neck, placing
bis life In danger for ten weeks. When
ne shouted to you to fly it was because
ne 1e1t himself falnng:~ He was found
alone and insensible by the tourists
wnom you sent to help him. He has
never been strong or like a hero since.
though I think his heart Is the same
ana fear he never will inspire love in
any ones soul again-indeed Won vo,1r-
self have said So"
tences, is over Mr.. Stanley stops. With
tears In his eyes, and turns his faca
away. A"oo
Miss Cheswick is eying him speech
1essly. Her dark face is as white as
MS own, but he takes his trembling
hands' and presses them in hers while
her pale lips smile.
Your letter-You will know r.
again." breathes Mr.. Stanley, and GENT.
~ withdrawing his hand he takes fron
MS pocket a memorandum-book. and
from its leaves selects sheet of dainty
writing, which he places before her.
You see,' he says, wistfuliy. "tha+
you old meet your imaginary hero. and
could not love him-though he loves
you madly." And he tries to smile
cheerfully, though there is a spasm Of
pain on his too delicate face
Nay" cries Miss Cheswick. 2 hot
flame shooting over her velvet cheeks
II you are my hero I love you. and
would have loved you long ago but for
my constancy to yourself
"Oh, my dear one, Is this true?"
| "Ah, yes, Mr. Stanley. But where is
our game Of chess? take your knight,
and, 10! you have won the gamer
Which Il q Renection9
! Jones Ito intoxicated friend Good
heavens man here's y0l1r wifai at.c