The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1899-01-14

lowered. His face was ashy pale when
he was drawn up, and it was some
time ere he could speak.
II slipped off ledge some thirty
feet down." at last he managed TO say,
land thought my last hour had come.
Nothing below that but two walls of ice
as far as / could look. The fall would
kill him at once"
Those who are living twenty years
hence will find his body at the foot OF
the glacier" said old Andreas Mettier,
the guide. ~ remember when a boy
an accident like It. and the body was
found unchanged after all that time"
II was some days ere Lawrence could
set off for home. There had been Il
heavy fall Of snow, and the roads were
blocked and all travelling by diligence
stopped. His physical condition would
not have allowed him to venture at
once so long a journey, and his over.
strung nerves had given away com =
pletely. Nor did the manifest sympa-
thy of all about him help much to
recover his buoyancy OF spirits. His
condition was asCrlbed to grief for his
friends loss. and i'm lesser degree 10
his own imminent peril at the time Of
the catastrophe. But could the SYM
pathiZers have read the secrets Of his
mind they would have known that he
was prey tn bitter shame and the
grief 1t engHnders, and that now his
friends fate and his own treachery
were ever be fore him In all the hor-
rors of the situation.
ON the evening before his departure
however. he summoned courage enough
10 press his suit with the unwilling
cause of his crime
Don't ask me now, 50 soon after
your friends death" was all she said
but tone AMI manner made him feel
sure that hi1 subsequent wooing would
be anything but a hopeless quest.
She had promised to write to him, a
promise that to his mind. practically
assured his position. and nossibly he
was right. No suspicion Of the real
cause of the accident had occurred to
any one. His secret was buried in two
cold bosoms: his own and the Gla.
ciers
Twice he had long letters from Miss
Morland, one from Chur on their Jour
ney To Italy, the other on their safe
arrival at san Reno. and then they
suddenly ceased; nor to his repeated
inquiries was any answer vouchsafed
1t was New Years morning. and
Lawrence was lingering over breakfast,
the paper propped upon the table in
front of him. Lying among his letters
was a small box with foreign post
marks. He opened it, wondering who
hed sent 1t, FOR the writing bore some
Semblance to hand he used TO know
well. Wrapped in a sheet of a Florence
newspaper was small piece Of rope
that and nothing besides. One end was
cut straight across; two strands of the
othe" also were cut through unevenly;
the third was somewhat longer and was
not cut; it had evidently broken un-
der heavy strain.
His body has been found" he NUT
tered to himself, with chattering teeth,
his face now ashen pale. And then his
eyes caught the first column of the
newspaper as it lay on the toastrack
in front of him. and mechanically he
read:
AT Florence, on Dec. "a, by the Rev.
F. r. Murray, Robert Henry Grant, to
Ada. only child of Edward Morland."
1t only remains to add that Law
rence's companion had been rescued by
party crossing the glacier from the
other valley. who had come up just as
the formers retreating figure was dis
appearing over the hill. The mark in
the snow arrested attention, and
Grants seemingly iifeless body was
resting on the ledge below. All haste
was made back to the hotel they had
quilted, but it was several weeks ere
the invalid was pronounced out of
danger. On recovering he had gone to
san Reno to recruit. The rest fol-
lowed in due course.-EXchange