Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1896-11-05
ELGXKN DER,
SHOE SELLER, 1919 MAIN ST.

me in fit of frenzy to shout again with
all my might. But It was an I'm vain, for
no one heard me.
How the night passed I cannot tell,
neither do know how the morning hours
dragged on, for 1 was numb with cold and
faint with hunger and fatigue. l only
know that after what seemed to me to ba
ages. footsteps drew near and a voice CALI
ed out from above:
Are you there, Fred?'
My heart leaped into my mouth and for
moment l was unable to utter a sound.
At last ! murmured in a faint voice:
IN heavens name get me out. I'm dy-
ing"
can you hold on another minute?" the
voice asked. I've got rope here. Keep
up till I fasten it to this stake. Can you
slip loop round your body or shall I
come down TO your
Send the rope down. I'll manage to
pass it round" I shouted eagerly.
In another minute IT was dangling be-
fore my eyes and was soon passed under
my arms. after which ! gave the word to
draw up. Slowly ] assembled and at last
emerged into the light and freedom Of tho
upper air.
AS I lay upon the ground-for my legs
were useless to mel looked az my deliv-
erer and wept for joy at my release.
1t was Horace Rishton who had saved
me, and if ever my heart went out to
my rival it was then.
Il cannot sufficiently thank YOU" I be-
gan.
Give me no thanks he interrupted
| harshlv. Thank heaven instead. Heav-
en- anu hell have been fighting over you
and heaven has won. But you little know
how near you have been to death"
I looked up in wonderment at him, for
his words were unlntellible 20 me. He
took no notice Of my LOOK but continued:
Il guessed where you were. call 1t in
stinct. or whatever you Ike. No one else
did They will seek everywhere but here.
But | seemed TO know. and-well. the
me. Don't you know why? You love Ada
Miller. do you not? Then. so do l. Yes.
withla love that is all-consuming-a love
which gives me no rest night or day, a
love which makes it impossible for me to
live without her. You have won her
hand, but you think ! envy you? Don't
you think / even hate you at times? And
when / guessed you were here, don't you
see that the devil tempted me to leave you
here and to say nothing whatever about
it?But Ada has chosen you; She loves you.
Your wedding day draws near. Go-take
her and be happy. But for me happiness
i'm this life is over.
lie turned away to unloosen the rope.
which he made fast to one OF the stakes
of the fence.
watched him wonderingly with daz-
ed mind. when an In a moment, before l
could speak or think. he reelod. feil over,
and toppled headong into the pit from
which he had drawn me. carrying the
rope with him.
Good heavens. he's gomez I shrieked.
and. springing to my feet-for the numb
ness had left me for a moment rushed
10 the mouth Of the shaft, crying franu-
cally, Horace! Horace"
But no answer came to my cries.
loud splash succeeded his fall, then All
was still and silent as the grave. / look
ed around for help. but no help was near
and overcome with weakness. fatigue
and horror. / fell senscless TO the ground.
When / came to ! found myself In the
same position. and. knowing that 1t was
extremely improbable that any one would
pass that way, put forth all my strength
and dragged myself with great diihculV
in the direction Of home
When 1 had gone mile or so entered
upon a more frequented road and soon
fell in with those who rendered me All 'Ho
assistance ! required.
YOU may be sure. and for a time was the
one object Of interest in the place.
Ada looked upon me as one given back
from the dead. and rejoiced over me acc
cordingly. Her JOY would have been COM
plete had It not been for the unfortunate
death Of Horace Rishton, for that Ha'uI-
ally cast a gloom over us ALL
OF course. his death was put down 10 ac-
| cident and much regret expressed al '"o
painful occurrence. but ], who had seen
the whole thing knew II was no a''l-
! dent. though. rightly or wrongly kept
the knowledge to myself.
! WHY should ! brazen abroad the tact
| that Horace Rishton. after CALAMITY saw
ing my life. had deliberately destroyed MS
| own? .,.
II would have been poor return Tor me
service he had rendered mo; DO would nave
done no good to those who kne" DOT" anu
who revers his memory. and above 'i'' j..
would have been source OF CON INT
pain and grief TO my little DARING "ie'
BY accident therefore Jet IL De- ana
may his soul rest I'm peace.
Every year we pay tribute 10 ms
grave. and as we gaze upon the silent
tomb we think with gratitude ana yet Win
| . ....,rot Of rluaI-s lnNn.