Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1897-12-23

steps away from the pool towards
the moor, when crash, followed
by awful cries, meet HE ear. Look
ing round. hurrying towards the
pool, he sees that the tallest youth,
IN skating towards -the shore,
grounded dangerous ics lit cracked
aud he fell through. He 10 now
struggling in the watw-his head
above it, his hands bsttling with
the ice; whilst his brossaers, hasten
ting to his rescue, seenj ia peril too.
The poor demented servaut-a cow
ard, perhaps, by naturs--stands on
the shore, wringing his hands and
shouting. i
At dozen athletic bounds GRAY
has reached the spot. In another
moment he has throws off his coat,
hat and knapsack.
"stephen / Walter Falkland p'
ne calls; "don't attetapt that; IN
come to Harry's resfue." Even
while he sl.eaks he dishes his way
across the ice. goes through it, is
in the pool; not mopent too soon
the lad is spent. bpumbed with
cold, is sinking.
"A eraSe heart, Harry--a hand
here-there, now. my arms around
you-bear mp. I'm Gray. your old
drawing master HoIfing the lads
head above water, sai imming dex-
teriously, battling vii h the ice, in
an anxious moment tor two he
has reached the shcye. Having
needed Gray's warni,ig. the other
boys are safe too, ana nov crowd
round.
Harry is not muci. the worse
says Gray, kindly. as tie spent and
benumbed led leans on him and be.
gins to recover. a Eear chance:
but a drop of brandy with q run
home, aud warm bsth, will set
him all right. Walter feel in my
coat pocket, You'll find my brandy
flask; it holds but drap. but it'll
do good. So saying, when the
flask is found. Gray mikes Harry
take what it holds, an5 then hur-
ries him off home. =
But you'll come, Gray says
Stephen, who is the neat eldest to
Harry, papa will never forgive us,
if You don't come, after pving our
dear Harry. We always .iked you,
Gray, and were talking OF you this
very morning. Come on; you're
dripping like q dog
Thank you; want to Eae at
station by eight o'clock so.night,
and at Leeds tomorrow; SO can't.
| have dry under-garmenas in my
knapsack here, which cas change
in that fodder shed yonder. Good
by, | want to cross the moor before
it is too late.'
The moor, Gray! .WhS you'll
have a hard fight with tks snow.
Our shepherds report it very deep.
But ~hy are you tied for few
hours p
Il have left Tubbs; taught too
fast for him; but il reach Leeds
by tomorrow may get tutsrship;
for there was an advertisement re.
lating to ohe in the last paper. So
run home, Stephen; I'll write to
you from thence
Gray does not stay for any reply:
but, seizing his coat and knapsack,
hurries 10 the distant shed; here he
changes his shoes and neither gar
ments, and then, to get warn.. sets
off at % run, as soon NJ lie has
dressed and swung his knapsaek on
Up the snowy road. by the .noor-
land crags, on the moor itsslf-a
wide, wild waste Of whitened desc
lation.
Yet some traffic through th} day
marks the road sufficiently fog it to
be easy to find, whilst the lighg. lasts
and the snow holds of; so be seeps
on at rapid pace; for the &hole
distance now to traverse 10 but some
ak miles, and he is not without
hope that it will be easily effected.
But presently the snow drifts get
deeper, and battle him more and
more at every step. The clouds
charged with snow BRING daf and
denly to close; and at last it be-
gins to snow heavily, as though the
clouds had burst.
Still he kept his way, net with
ont hope. But when the road be-
comes more and indistinct, ,.when
the snow comes down heavier and
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