The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1907-11-16
! The time passed away until October

The time passed away until. October
came. - .-.. $S 81
Mr.. Danvers still fingered, and *7I
was going soon, for my health was
fully restored now, under Aunt Dora s
'matronly care, and the lost roses had
found themselves again in my plump
Cheeks =: IL.
It was beautiful autumn twilight,
but very chilly; so chilly that wood
fire had been lighted in the pleasant
sitting room.
Mr.. Danvers came in just at dusk,
and he and Trix sat in the cleaning
talking of his future. They had quite
forgotten me, and Mr.. Danvers was
confding all mis- hopes and ambitions
to his sympathizing companion with
his usual ardor:
By-and-by he casually mentioned
the fact of his departing soon.
Trix caught her breath spasmodical-
ly and listened to what he was saying
without comment.
Eyes, Beatrice" he said, quietly, all
unconscious of her white face with its
panied expression, II shall return to
the city tomorrow, carrying with me
many happy memories of this pleas
ant summer spent with you in Nor
wood. You must write to me often,
and perhaps I'll return next season.
Won't that be ine?'
He paused, seeming to expect a re.
ply, but none came. He bent over her
bowed figure.
What, Beatrice, crying? Crying be-
cause I go away tomorrow? Do not
be so silly as that, dear, on the last
evening we spend together. Come, dry
your eyes and sing Aud Lang Syne'
for me as you have never sung before.
The last time, remember, so do not
refuse. l must go soon, and I want to
keep the memory of our last evening
the greenest spot in my life scenes.
Sing for me, Beatrice"
II can't, I CAN'T" sobbed Trix, Civ.
ing way to flood of tears.
Somehow felt premonition OF
coming evil; I shivered and drew
farther out of sight, and hid my face
in my hands while Mr.. Danvers babe
her good-by. Then he left the house
and poor Trix laid her head on the or
gan, and though no sound came from
her I7knew she was crying.
slipped out from behind the screen
and gently laid my hand on her brown
head. By-and-by the brown head was
lifted and in the Pickering light I saw
the tears trembling on her lashes
still.
She laid her wet cheek against mine
for an instant, and then arose anG
caught up her, hat and shawl, saying:
Come out with me, Edna. The
night air may cool my brain; put or
your wraps and let's take walk
Mechanically I did as she babe me
and in few moments we were Out
in the open air. I put my hand through
Trix's arm and she hurried along the
path, finally stopping near the edge
of the pond, where she stood perfectly
still, staring straight before her bu
seeing nothing.
The moon was rising from behind
the distant hills; transit figuring thu
landscape in a flood of silver light
and by it's rays I perceived a small
boat on the surface of the pond ant
heard the dip, dip of the oars as the!
threw the drops of water in sparkling
sprays from their edges.
She laid her cheek against my hand
but said nothing.
| "Hark! What was THAR"
"Help!" rang out, cry of danger
Trix sprang to her feet, trembling il
every limb. Again the cry rent tn
air, this time ending abruptly In al
inarticulate murmur. Trix tore off he
shoes and was off like the wind, cry
ing:
my God, Edna! It's Roland. Go TO
help. He's upset on the pond and h
can't swim stroke. Oh, Roland, m.
Roland!"
I heard splash as the daring cir
| plunged into the water to save tn,
man she loved from drowning.
I ran for the farm at the top Of m,
speed, shouting all the way. In les
than ten minutes the whole household
was reused and rushing madly towar.
the pond-too late.
The brave girl had saved her, love
| by superhuman effort, it seemed, ant
the men arrived just in time to res
cue him, but poor Trix, exhausted b,
the tremendous exertion, sank to ris'