Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1894-01-20

Lizzie Bide, bide! l hae lain here for
onrs. Yen gang sumo eneuch fan ye heal
what haze to tell ye Dinna start, lassie;
it's nae mair words O. luve haze tae vex ya
vii I kent that was nae use lang syno.
Te're mournn for Sandc, thnkin aye on
Lm-an the bonnie lads living deid and
still at the bottom O. Loeb Efocil."
The girl stared at him wildly-then
started to her feet, shudGerns and trcm-
bling. The dying man clutched at her
dress with one last effort.
II killed him." he half sobbed. I've
had words. told him he medina fash him
sell tryin to win ye, for / wad had ye for
my wife, fair means or foul. a he loolit
in my face wi that LAUGH o lis. 1t was on
the Eagles crag. I struck him, pushed
him over, He went doom, DOOM ye 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 be black night all at once. 10
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
ers light. Darkness unbroken! Only one
of two things remained to be done-fight
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 her? Then, when she had CROPPED
her way back, she knelt down in ner 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. crimes
What would it matter? 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 was 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 trickling between her icy lips.
Some one was lifting her in great, strong
arms, and voice was rousing her as nc
other voice could. How like Sandie's it
sounded She must be dreaming! How
warm and real dream kisses felt on her
face and lips!
y
Sandie told her it all next morning.
There Is a narrow ledge of rock on ths
face of Eagles crag not far above tbs
loch. There is some heather on the ledge
and whin BUSH BY merciful escape
the young man had alighted there and
lain stunned by the fall, hidden among tht
whins When he came to his senses
bruised and cut and shaken, he could thinl,
Of nothing, remember nothing but that hi,
only brother had tried to murder him. The
horror of it overwhelmed him.
Whether premeditated or in a fit Of black
rage he did not question, but--he wct.l,
not face him. lie dared not meet him les,
it should come to deadly strife. lie was
away there and then forever out of his
hateful sight. He had walked over the
hills and reached & town. Fortunately hs
had been selling sheep that day and had
some money in his pocket. He took train
and ultimately found himself in Glasgow
where he went on board u steamer bound
for America. During the long, monoto
nous days at sea he had plenty of time tc
repent his rash step, for the thought OF
Lizzie filled his heart The memory of that
kind, sweet face seemed to drive out the
other memory.
Then he made up his mind to earn enough
money to take him back as soon as posi-
bic. lie did get work, but then he caught
fever and lay for some months in q New
York hospital When he picked up again
be gathered together all he had and came
back to tie glen and Lizzie On the las,
day of the old year he had crossed the hills
but from the other side. He had fancy
not to come up the glen--to come dowl
upon Lizzie's homo first of ALTO see III
"kent face" before hers
We know the rest. He had just reached
the cottage before the worst of the snow
storm and started at once to find his love
Montreal Star.