Marshall County independent. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1897-1902, 1898-09-16
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back 4 So tyi | was nail uemenfet
in tn III S orm, thinking you might
be killed" said the good woman. draw
ing ~ in BY the hand.
Yes, Bell" said Day. her vc;ca
broken AID renting, There's some oae
down there who, | am afraid. has bsea
killed by it," And, as briefly as pes
Sible. she told what had occurred.
''Now Bell, what ! wish you 10 do
is to run and set jamie. and come
down with re to the road. | think
you and Jamie can manage to carry
him up between you" Bell was cor
sideled one OF the strongest women
Within the island. Then Jamie must
go TO Crag Castle fer the doctor IS fast
as ever he can.
Bel did not oppose her young mis-
tress, though it wf5 with a consider
able amount Of fear that she ventursd
forth.
jamie. the farm led, was still worse.
hanging hack in evident terror. and
starting neryousiy ut every flash. But
both were awcd TO a solemn silence
when they Looked upon the white III
the stormy sky. and every few seconds
illuminated by the awful glare of the
lightning
Hes a de.d man" said Jamie pres
emily in a low. awe-stricken voice.
''There's no use carrying him up to the
house, missis: it's wasted labor"
''No no. do as / tell YOU" said the
girl, with IN imperiousness she could
use at times There may still be life
in him-we do not hnow-and God
may spare it, Garry him into the
house. and then run down to Mr..
Banks, Jamie. and ask him to let yea
saddle his horse and ride to Crag Cas-
tie as fast as ever you can for the
doctor"
Her orders were obeycd In less
than ten minutes the unconscious man
was lying on the couch in the sitting
room. and Jamie WAS hurrying 70
Farmer Banks, sorely against his will,
though the storm IVES already begin
ming to abate.
Meanwhile Boil, who had not been
liz d doctors household for twenty
years for nothing. tried. with such sim
pie remedies as she could think Of 20
restore the young man 10 conscious
ness. But all her efforts were of no
avaii-the deathly pallor, the fixed
rigidity of that strong face still re-
manned unDroken.
81 fear-I fear said Bell, standing
up and shaking her head at last,
there's not much hope here, Miss Day
Ay, it's sad thing, such a notebook
ing young fellow as he is, and gem
tleman, as any one may see. We'll,
I've done all can, so you'd better come
away, dearie, and leave him till the
doctor comes
81 shall stay here with him. Bell.
You can go and see about your work,
said the girl quietly. ''He might come
out of it, you know; and it would be
terrible if there was no one beside him
when he recovered consciousness"
Just as you please. Miss Day." said
the faithful Bell But she shook her
head as she went out of the room, NUT
tering: "Ah, the poor BARN! she has
not seen death as often as l have"
Day sat perfectly still in her chair
little distance away from the couch,
with her eyes fixed on the face lying
on the cushion.
Something in it fascinated and al
most mesmeriZed her. She could not
withdraw her eyes. So young face
Il was, so handsome. so refined. And
only half an hour ago the owner had
been full of youthful strength and
energy, and had perhaps been think
ing, as he sped along that long coun
try road, of many a plan and scheme
for his future life. And now he lay
there, cold and still, and they said ne
was dead Oh, it could not be, it could
net,
A low cry burst almost involuntarily
from Days lips, and. rising from her
scat, she went 10 the couch, falling Oh
her knees beside it, and covering her
face with her hands.
God have mercy" she prayed
speaking aloud in her passionate earn
estness.
Her head sank lower. and for a long
time she remained kneeling thus. feel
ing the warm tears run down her
cheeks and drop on the cushion on
which the unconscious mans head
rested-the tears of pity for the un-
known and lonely stranger. whose
friends could not weep for him because
they did not know what had befallen
him.
Suddenly Day fancied she felt a mo-
ton beside her, as if the man had sigh
ed or drawn long breath. With q
nervous start she looked up quickly.
The eyes in the midst of that death
ly pale FACET was no less pale than
before-were wide open, and staring at
her with strange fixity.
For moment vague, pOwerless,
superstitious fear rushed over Days
soul, seeming to clutch her heart III
an icy grasp. The face was still so
like that of dead man, and the eyes
seemed to have no sight in them.
Then she summoned her brave, wo-
manly spirit to her aid and, putting