Hutchinson gazette. [volume] (Hutchinson, Kan.) 1895-1902, 1898-11-03

Wildly 10 q clump or gorae. MY nal
went rolling steadily down to the
shore, several hundred feet below
whilst my face and hands were
scratched and bleeding, and my feet
constantly slipping from under mo
at last, TANNED in between two bush
es, crouched cautiously forward to
review my position. My sprlghtly
guide had reached the sheep track
then, after looking hastily round for
me, ! saw her suddenly spring UP the
side OF a block Of granite, as bald az
the palm Of my hand, and disappear
Stewards over the summit.
by Jovep I exclaimed in utter
establishment. "Why, she's an ante
lope, a mountain cat, the old witch's
granddaughter | wish l had never
come across either Of them! sup
pose l must get down somehow"
Half kneellng, half sitting, I de-
scended slowly, swinging myself from
bush to bush, needless OF the singing
blows from furze and thistle, keeping
my clumsy heels we'll off the treach-
erous soil, when suddenly, almost
halfway down. from under bed Of
bracken that covered her to the chin,
Helen's face looked up at me full Of
eager, contrlte concern, her strange
dark eyes sweeping my dishgured, per-
spring face with a look that thrilled
me almost uncannily.
II am so sorry" she painted; "oh
80 sorryl quite forgot you were a
stranger and unaccustomed to the
cliffs; they are dreadfully slippery this
weather have to so after the sheep
for Mike every day now-he can't hold
on q bit, though he was born on the
mountain. All, how you have hurt
yourself, to be sure! Those dreadful
furze busiest Put your hand on my
shoulder, l will guide you down the
rest; We have only the ferns to work
through now to the path. Here's
your hat; it's not spoiled q bit
picked 1t up on the beach before the
water had time to reach It,"
1T was after my hat you were seal
ing that cliff"
Eyes, had no time to go around by
the path; the tide is on the turn and
would have taken 1t off to America in
two minutes more"
you're not going away now, are
your" asked eagerly, lifting my hand
from her slender shoulder, you'll
see me beyond the first point, won't
your"
eyes, yes-for sure yes" she an
swered quickly; II will go with you to
the Goats Back IL you like-ay, and
beyond 1t. oh, Mr.. Dennys, what
rude, wild, ill-mannered girl you must
think me to fly off and leave you like
that after you being so kind to come
that long way-from London Itself
Just to tell granny about poor Uncle
Brian! Will you forgive me, please?"
pressed the childish hand, saying
smillngly--
"Yes, yes, forgive you, Miss
Helen"
"And you will let me wipe the blood
from your poor face, won't your" she
pleaded, dipping large cool leaf into
o little crystal pool under rock
handkerchief this child Of nature had
none, suspected passing 1t over
my hot and blood-stained face.
After this we marched on side by
side and became fast friends. Long
before we reached the ruined cabin,
knew the whole story Of her lonely,
neglected life. knew that she had
been born on the mountain-had lived
there all the eighteen years Of her
uneventful life, never once having WIS.,
tied the post-town Of Droomlague;
that she had no father or mother,
brothers nor sisters, but lived all alone
with her grandmother and two serv-
ants, Mike Doolan and his wife Bid
dy; and finally, though the poor child
muub uO complaint VI uSI udluIdl
guardian or indeed seemed aware there
was cause for any, yet clearly saw
that she was shamefully neglected by
her, and no more concern paid to her
bodily or her mental well-being than
II she had been goat browsing on the
mountain-side, instead Of o dead
daughters only child.
After helping for a couple Of hours
every morning in the dairy and farm
yard, she told me she was free to do
what she pleased, wander whittier she
would the whole day long, make what
chance acquaintance she liked, come
In at any hour Of the evening unques-
toned, Observation-Disclosures, she had
often spent the whole night lying on
the cliff, when she found her ill-ven-
tilated attic too hot and close to sleep
In, and no one had been any the wiser;
and even IL they were, she argued-in
answer to my dissenting look-Biddy
wouldn't mind, and granny wouldn't
care-not she! And, besides, what
harm was It? Sure nothing in the
world made her feel so good and hap
py as lying there all alone in the great
stiffness, waiting for tho first streak
OF dawn to wake up the sleeping sea,
watching the white-winged sea-birds
sailing in and out among the great