El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1899-06-10

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 me.
At last, jamuied in between two bush
es, crouched cautiously forward to
review my position. Ny sprightly
guide had reached the sheep track,
then, after looking hastily round for
me, 1 saw her suddenly spring up the
side of a block OF granite, as bald as
the palm Of my hand. and disappear
Stewards over the summit.
BY Jove" I exclaimed in utter
establishment. why, she's an ante
lope, mountain cat, the old witch's
granddaughter! I wish I had never
come across either of them! 1 sup
pose must get down somehow
Half kneeling, half sitting, 1 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 a bed Of
bracken that covered her to the chin,
| Helen's face looked up at me full Of
eager, contrite concern, her strange
dark eyes sweeping my disfgured, per-
spring face with look that thrilled
me almost uncannily.
II am so sorry" she painted; "oh,
so sorry! I quite forgot you were a
stranger and unaccustomed to the
cliffs; they are dreadfully slippery this
weather. I have to go after the sheep
for Mike every day now--he can't hold
oh 1n hor
mountain. All, how you have hurt
yourself, to be surei Those dreadful
furze bushes! Put your hand On my
shoulder. I 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 a Bit
picked it ur on the beach before the
water had time to reach it."
"It was after my hat you we're seal
ing that cliff?'
Eyes, I had no time to go around by
the path; the tide is on the turn and
would have taken it 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, if you like-ay, and
beyond it. Oh, Mr.. Dennys, what a
rude, wild, i1l-mannered girl you must
think me to fly off and leave you like
that after you being 80 kind to come
that long way-from London itself
just to tell granny about poor Uncle
Brian! VIII you forgive me, please?"
I pressed the childish hand, saying
smi1ingly-
Yes. yes. I forgive you, Miss
Helen"
And you will let me wipe the blood
from your poor face, won't you?" she
pleaded, dipping large cool leaf into
a little crystal pool under a rock
handkerchief this child of nature had
none, suspected-and passing it 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. I knew that she had
been born on the mountain-had lived
there all the eighteen years of her
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
made no complaint of her natural
guardian or indeed seemed aware there
was cause for any, yet 1 clearly saw
hot CHI oh fy,11r 1,xv
her, and no more concern paid to her
bodily or her mental well-being than
# she had been goat browsing on the
instead Of dead
daughters only child.
After helping for 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
n at any hour of the evening unques-
toned, unrestrained-indeed, she had
,ften spent the whole night lying on
he cliff, when she found her ill-ven-
Hated attic too hot and close to sleep
n, and no one had been any the wiser;
nd even if they were, she argued-in
4nswer to my dissenting look-Biddy
wouldn't mind, and granny wouldn't
are-not she! And, besides, what
larm was it? Sure nothing in the
vorld made her feel so good and hap
y as lying there all alone in the great
waiting for the first streak
f dawn to wake up the sleeping sea,
the white-winged sea-birds
ailing in and out among the great
ark rocks!
"And now 1 must be going, Mr.. Den
vs. she said, when a cluster of
Matched roofs lying close to the shore