Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1895-05-18

hurricane as she swept out or the drawing
room OF the old country house at Honlcy
and had voice that could not whisper
words Of love--it was loud powerful
voice like an auctioneer's.
" "Sbe's a fine woman, isn't shc?" re-
marked her husband, lighting cigar be.
tween the assertion and the question, and
then putting contentcdly, as he gazed In
rcyerie across the richly hucd rug and the
new tangled tiled hearth into the fire.
Eyes, ye-s-s! She Is fine woman,"
answered, scarcely able to rcpress laugh.
She Was altogether too fne for me, and
wa amazed that Frank, who was pretty
man, fair, petite with an aristocratic face
and u languid manner, should ally himself
for life to such looking woman.
"She's taken complete possession Of
me, murmurcd Frank. "I'm like good
boy-I never go anywhere without her
and like the bondage" he added tender
ly, because love her."
Where did you meet her?' asked,
noting the touch Of real feeling In his
voice. Il had been away ranching in Amer
ica for couple Of years and did not know
the story of his courtship.)
"Oh, in the most ordinary way" he
said, deftly making smoke ring over the
end of his nose. Il was paired to play
with her In a golf match on the Peak
Links She was quite stranger-visitor
at Buxton. All knew about her was that
her people were from Manchester; her IA
ther was I'm calico prints. She strobe and
drove like an amazon. She alternately
terrified and amused me. The caddies
when we stood at the tee, could not keep
their impudent faces straight at our dis
proportion. Martha-or, as I addressed
her at the time Miss SprigS-kas a sense
of tie grotesque, too, and as / struggled
over the rorash ground and foozled the
drive at the third hole she gave sonorous
chuc,le indicative Of suppressed ainuse.
ment, and l hated her."
"WhatW calculated In surprise.
Il detcsted her." he continued. "Her
skill with the driver, her towering form,
deep voice and superiority of manner made
me feel SO mean and small. Little did
think that was destined to worship her"
1T must have been a sharp conversion"
j hazarded.
"It was" he replied, "a sharp and
dramatic conversion. The ground, as you
know, is strangely riven in the Peak.
Near The for hole the golf course was bro
ken ly a stream. A bridge had been flung
across the brook for the use of the players,
but unfortunately my cleek stroke did not
clear it. The ball fell short and rolled into
the water 1t was a picturesque river,
flowing through the limestone formation,
and it was made up Of such swift cratic
currents that to recover the ball needed
sharp work of eye and hand. / was savage
and reckless, and in rashly endeavoring to
net the ball overbalanced and plunged
with a sharp cry into the current.
'E's tumbled 1T mine run, shouted
he cod1ia m 6cmav and xyhirIed his arms
about like maniac.
Meanwhile, struggle as / might, the
brook, which appeared insignificant when
viewed from the bank, carried me Rapidly
away from help. The limestone banks
grew higher. l saw the golfers gesticulat-
ing above me, but they were unable to
give me succor. TheI%ater was icy, and I
no longer wondered how it was possible to
petrify. was becoming petrified myself
except In MIND. My brain was In "a tu-
multi OF tear, for now the stream, bearing
= nc on its dark bosom, had entered
strange subterranean gulf, the walls OF
which were here black as Erebus there
dazzling with spar or cleaning with lead
vein. The air was clammy and yet sitting
A fetid mist hovered on the breast of the
underground stream, and beyond in the
recesses of the cave was the surge and roar
of water as if it was descending into some
abyss"
"You're romancing bit, aren't your"
asked incredulously.
mo" he gravely asserted, shuddering
at the remembrance Of his peril. 1.-The
caves there yet; so Is the insidious brook.
In the interior Of the cavern the stream
grew in volume and power, and it whirled
me onward in it's arctic grasp to what
seemed speedy death. The darkness was
for few moments chaotic Then I no
ticed to the left a shaft Of light and gray
crag standing, like the King rock at Flam-
bro, out of the foam and spray the rushing
torrent made.
"You caught hold of the stone pinnacle
and were rescued" blurted out rudely
anticipating the climax.
"Oh, no." he said, "benumbed with
cold, / failed to grasp 1t, and then I
swooned."
"My stars, this is getting exciting"
burst out. "How ever did you escape?'
81 could not escape-Martha saved me, I"
he said gently.
"Neveri' retorted In amazement
"Oh, yes, she did-and that's why
married her" he continued, after u few
tantalizing puffs as lesson in patience.
"But, how ever did she manage ito
rescue you, not to marry your
"Oh, with comparative ease, and yet
with splendid daring. She knew the coun-
try and the curve Of the stream. When
she heard the caddie's cry, she crossed the
links swiftly, seized coil of rope at the
lead miners hut and climbed down the
chasm till she reached the surface Of the
brook. At this point the stream had
emerged from the cave and was flowing
through the DEVILS ravine, grewsOme
place, associated with many dark deed
and strange tradition. Here, gaining per-
fous hand grasp and foothold, she crept,
face downward, on the narrow ledge that
jutted from the limestone crag and waited
In suspense. She had not long to wait. A
powerless, helpless thing, was swept to-
ward her on the torrents breast, and she
dragged me, with magnificent strength
upon the ledge. Then. amid the fierce
swish OF water, and the toss of spray. she
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