The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-04-18
By H. B. Mackenzie

God, Is there no help for me? Help
me. merciful, kind God" Then her
voice sank TO a whisper. "If Adair
were here-ah, he would help me. He
Is good and brave. But he will never
know now that I loved him" The
voice trembled a little. and then ST.
lence-blessed ~silence-came.
And Adair Rothes. with trembling
hands. and eyes full of passionate,
longing tenderness. bent over the I'M
conscious girl with an agoaized
prayer.
"Merciful God, spare her to me, IL it
be Thy will, My darling-my own
darling. And she cried to me in her
extremity. and I did not know OF it!
Bluebell. Bluebell,"
Miss Elizabeth arrived In the spider
twenty-four hours after. and could
only wiring Rothes' hand in silence,
her thin. sallow. unlovely face work.
ing convulsively.
God will spare her. Miss Eliza
beth" Rothes said huskily. I'VE both
owe a debt we can never repay to the
young fellow who found her, for you
know 1t was not ! who did so. We
might never have seen her again but
for Lieutenant Preston"
Rothes knew his duty lay in Lady
smith. yet he could not tear himself
from Bluebell's side until he knew
whether 1t was to be life or death.
Mercifully, the dellrium did not last
long, and on the third day. after a
long sleep. she opened her eyes. that
had full reason in them. upon her
aunt.
"Auntie, where am I? she asked
feebly. Oh. what a fearful dream l
have had"
When Miss Elizabeth ran for Rothes
the strong man felt himself trembling
like a child. He returned with her
quickly, but he could not speak when
Bluebell's eyes rose to his.
81 have had such a fearful dream.
DR.. Rothes." she whispered, her eyes
appealing with dumb pathos to his
trustful ones. II am afraid it was a
reality. though. Is my father dead:
Did Mr.. Moore carry me away? And
was | dying in the veldt?"
1T is all true'-holdlng the poor
little weak hand in his own strong one
but, God be thanked. you are safe
now-safe and in good keeping. All
you have TO do Is to get we'll"
"Did you find me?" she whispered.
And he felt the little hand culver.
He had determined not to speak,
but the question upset all his determi-
nations. He sank on his knees. hold
ing the little hand to his lips.
II was seeking for you six days,
Bluebell; but after all It was a young
officer who found you and gave you
to my keeping. Oh. Bluebell. my heart
is torn in two when | think of all you
have gone through and | unable to
help you-not knowing at first you
wanted help-I, who would give my
life to ave you pain. My darling. my
own darling" Z.
A little wave OF color spread over
her white face; her throat fiuttered.
"You-love me. them" she whis-
pered.
II have loved you ever since I first
met you at Maritzburg. Bluebell; but
| never dared to hope. Bluebell. 1t
seems wrong to speak of 1t at this ter
rible time:. but o do care a little.
after all, about me?-do you?"
The little, wasted hand stroked his
cheek.
II love you with all my heart. Adair.
I knew 1t that awful night when the
Boers"-she paused, shuddering.
You'll take care Of me. and not let
that dreadful man come neal me-"
He folded the hand to his breast,
and, bending. kissed again and again
| the pale little face. cheeks, and eyes
and lips.
Rothes went back to Ladysmith next
day. The battle Of Elandslaagte had
taken place, and the hospital in the
little town was full.
Mr.. and Mrs. Dalziel were kindness
itself. and insisted &c the Leslies stay
ing as long as aver tAey felt inclined.
On the first day or which Bluebell
was able to get up Adair Rothes ap-
peared. 1t was W days after the
battle of Ladysmith, of which word
had been brought to the Dalziels.
Bluebell welcomed him with a blush
and a smile that made Rothes' heart
throb. But there was something in his
face which made Bluebell's heart fret
with mingled fear and anxiety.
you have some news? What Is 1t?
Tell me quickly, Adair!" she breathed.
lifting her face from its hiding place.
Yes. my darling" Rothes answered
slowly; Il have strange news for you.
| do not know how you will take It,,
Bluebell; something very terrible hap
pened at the battle on Monday. Some
one was killed there-some n whom
you knew"
1T vas Gerald Moore!" said Blue5ell
quickly. She turned very pale, n
shivered a little.
81 went up to him. when the battle
was hearty over, hearing him groan-