The Red Cloud chief., 1896-05-29

1uEtls III tAE'b' WIS " At-' y
young mistress, in IA clear. sweet tone.
There is something Of anxiety in it
enough to mako the old woman to
whom the name bciD. =, hoDJIc more
swiftly from the Kitchen to the sitting
room thar is her usual custom.
AN what is IL, agra?' says she,
stepping Over the threshold, and look
ing UP tn" big, bare room TO whore. in
the third window, a tail, slight,
childish figure /. standing
Something dreadful, I'm certain.
Come mere, Come here b]cckouing
hurricdly to the old woman. without
taking her eyes OIL the window.
Hurry, can't you? Look ont over
Incorporating What j. that2 \
mau, cha man hurt, wOundcd?'
'faiN, It's like that says the Old
woman, laying her hand to her brow,
and staring into the growing dark
ness OF the November evening.
"What can be the matter with him,
Bridgctg'
81 don't know, ne doar. But he do
look bad, whatever IL is"
"llc shouldn't have come this way.
says Miss McDermot, a~uXiously.
~ on know those boys down there.
aud those-Oh Bridget, did you see.
lie was nearly in thcm''
MAY the devil carry him says
Bridget, wrathtully, "whocNcr he Is,
for throublin' yc like this An may
the heavens sind him hinsc, to kape
him for the future from ecarchin' for
cowld mud baths at this 9aasDn OF the
year"
You never care IA pin about any
thing. Bridget" says her young mis-
tress, glancing angriIy ut her over her
shoulder. ~'cXcept'-
'loL. me dear rc,orts the Old
woman promptly; whcrcupon both
mistress and maid laugh in II oubducd
sort OF way, rs il a Little afraid Of be-
ing heard.
"'Pon me conscience, he'll be there
all night. il the morning doesn't see
him in the other world" says the old
woman presently. who again has re-
turned to her watching Of the distant
figure that is trying in an uncertain
fashion to cross the morass, She is II
rather hand some old woman. with
masses Of snow-white hair. that are
but partly hidden beneath her still
more snowy zap. Her dress is that Of
the ordinary Irish peasant, with ii biz
white apron flowing over the skirt OF
the gown.
Whoever he is" says Miss McDcr-
mo-. pccring owe the old servants
shoulder through the parlor window,
"hc certainly knows nothing OF the
neighborhcod. Ours is about the most
dangerous bog about here. Don't you
think. Bridget, we ought To sem some
one to help hlm?'
Unless 20 name me-" says Mrs.
D%riscoll, whose Christian name is
Bridget, II don't know who We can
sind; us We know we'll enough yersclf.
miss (an' faix It's you'vc had cause to
know it), the master nivcr lets Patsy
out ov his sight from mornin' till
night. 'Twould be ridiculous to count
on him. An besides Glory be, miss,
did We see that9 For a winged bird,
he's II wonderful Topper"
Indeed. the man in the bog below
seems lin spit, OF the fact that he j.
battling with an injured army extra,
ordinarily full o. life. The ill luck that
has led him into this dangerous mas,
of water and spongy soil is not strong
enough to destroy him; even as The
two women. watching him breathlcssly
in the window OF the gaunt old house,
have almost given way to despair. he
hllhcS u IdSI clIDINs anu lilhlIS OU u
firm bit OF turf. jumps from tina
again to the firm lasd beyond.
That last effort seems, however, I,
have exhausted him. He staggcr
rather than walks toward tho house
As he nears it, the girl. watching him
can see how ghastly is his face; and
tiiuging open the old-fashioned case
ment with an abrupt gesture, sh'
springs down to the SOFT grass beneath
regardless OF the old servants remon
%strancas.
A few minute, brings her to TIL,
strangers side.
''iou are hurt, sir. You are faint
Lean on me. Oh, we watched 20
crossing that terrible bog. and AT on,
time we feared But you are SAT
now. You will come in? Your arm.
fear, Isl
''Brokcn,' Gays the young man, wit
a nervous smile.
''Ob! ! hope not. Sprained. pei
haps-but not broken. Three,-ar,
you easier now? Lean heavier on mt
! don't mind it II bit; and-Oh, don
faint! OH Patsy! Patsy''-to tn
groom. gardener, bootclcancr. man-o
all-work. who hurrying up {
her. Catch him, He's awful heavy.
Patsy catches him.
as he dead entirely, d'ye think
miss"
"No; only tainted. There! Be car
ful! His arm, he says. is broker
There, now! oh is that 80,
Bridget" (to the old woman, who h;
hobblcd out to her in IA very ang,
frame of mind): where can we pl
him. do you thinks In the mort
room?'
The hall will do him, I'm thinkin
till the docther tell us where to sir
him." says the Old woman icily. Wi,
open unwillingness she lends a hand
convey the f~aiuting man,into the nous
Two or three chairs arranged in ii
hall make an improvised strctche
but the unconscious man lying {
them looks so miscrn5ly uncomfor
able that the girls heart dies with