Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1894-06-07

Qer. IL m1RnG De the NOlCe Vi dSOny, puI
it made an impression like nothing one
could name 1t did not seem to be hu-
man cry. 1t did not seem like the utter
ance of a dumb animal-a sound that
was neither a moan of pain nor cry of
supplication, but akin to both.
Miss Maxey hid her face in her broth
er's breast and tried to shut it out.
''Will the doctor never Gomez"
A soft ray Of light shot out from the
midst of the flush in the east and sent a
glimmering pathway down across the
sea. They would have light enough
anon. The moon was rising Then came
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 PAGES
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 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 to
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 more! Now, againl 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, f1utter of garments
tossed by the wind, final pull upon the
rope, gasp and struggle, and a mo-
tionless object was laid down in 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
no blood upon it. There was something
strained and unnatural In its appearance
but through all the harshness of the ex
preston, all the ghastliness 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 thest
things made the pity Of it the greater
obtruded itself even into Miss Maxey'i
sensible reflections. She sat gazing intt
the unconscious countenance alone, fol
the others had left her. The attention o.
all the men were taken in the task o.
drawing up him who had gone down te
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 Mis-!
Maxey's lap, but the girl seemed to bt
in astupor rather than faint. Perhaps
she was dying with the cold. Sympathet
ic Miss Maxey pressed the unconsciou!
head against the fur lining Of her cloal
and sought to chafe the hands. Sht
found them enveloped in thick gloves
and then she noticed that the unfortu
nate creature was we'll and warmly clad
Her clothing was Of a modest and un
pretentious character, but at the same
time it did not indicate poverty.
"What a terrible thingP' exclaimed
Miss Maxey in burst of sympathy.
AS she spoke the long lashes lifted
The dark eyes looked for an instant full
into her own, and then there came int
the face vague expression, some
thing, rather, that had not enough Of in
telligence in it to be called an expires
sion, as if fear had laid the mold Of hi
unsightly features against hers AM
stamped his image there forever. Ant
from the tremulous lips came forth tina
strange, low utterance that was neithe
moan nor plea, not human sount
exactly, nor suggestive wholly Of dunn
animal in distress.
"Poor childw It was the voice Of DR.
Lamar, who was bending over Miss Max
ey's shoulder. "What misfortune
This is very serious matter, a very Sc
rious matter indeed"