Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1898-06-16
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cry Of dismay as she realized this
and, selling the senseless man unde,
the arms, she tried to drag him back.
ward. But Tregassick was a giant
and all her efforts scarcely availed tc
drag him more than a few feet at q
time. One wave, larger than the rest
came leaping in, and q little stream,
covered with bubbles Of foam, ran
weftly around her ankles and under
The body of the helpless man she
sought to save.
She knew how fast the tide rushes
in on that fatal coast, and with one
more frantic effort she drew him out
OF the reach of the next wave. But
the wash of the following one flowed
round them once more, and then Ash
ton Tregassick stirred and opened his
eyes.
Where am 1! What has happened!
All! remember-'the cursed horse
threw me-"
"Mr. Tregassick!" cried Alison,
get up or you will be drowned. The
tide is coming int"
He looked at the sea and grew pale.
Then he tried to rise, but fell back
with a sharp exclamation Of pain.
Il can not move; my legs are brok-
en-. Oh, God! What a life l have led,
and now | must diet"
He turned to Alison with piteous
appeal in his great dark eyes.
Can you not save mel"
For answer she grasped him under
the arms once more and tried to drag
him back, but he shrieked aloud with
agony, and implored her to desist.
go, leave me-" he said family; II
must die"
He raised himself on his elbow and
looked at her.
what is your manner" he demand
ed.
"Alison Grey"
1.-The parsons daughter'"
"Yes."
Child, you must go. Think Of your
father You cannot help me. l am
lost-body and soul"
mot yet. Help may come, and II
not"
"If not"
He stopped and shuddered.
"Then will go with you, and pray
God to take my life for your SOUL"
Her words seemed to inspire him
with sudden hope. His eyes flashed,
and the blood rushed to his cheeks,
as he sad
'"rry and pull me once more. will
endure the pain" She obeyed, and he
set his teeth under his heavy NOUS
tache and did not even groan, though
the sweat Of agony streamed down his
face. The water and gray mist, the
very shadow and touch of death.
In that awful moment Alison look
ed up and saw two horsemen in the
distance. Would they come toward
her, or would they go the other way?
She uttered one passionate prayer for
help, and the next instant she saw
them come galloping toward her.
Months passed before Tregassick
was able to stand upright; indeed,
they thought he would never have the
use of his limbs again; but he had
magnificent constitution, and perhaps
the pure and noble love which had
been born in his heart in that hour
when he believed himself face to face
with death helped and hastened his
recovery.
One glorious autumn day he stood
before Alison in all the splendor of
his fully restored strength and man
hood, and said to her:
II owe my life and my soul to you.
If dared, | would ask you to take
and keep them forever"
GIVE your soul to heaven" she an
swered, gravely. "Your life is your
own"
"Nay, it is yours.
She looked down and made no re-
ply.
Ashton Tregassick stretched out
both his hands.
"Do you refuse it," he asked, and
his voice broke a little as he uttered
the words.
She looked up at his dark, strong
face, and then put her hands in his.
~ do not refuse it," she said, softly,
~ take your gift, and will keep it
until death. "A. Montague, in Phila-
delphia Bulletin.