The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1907-10-10
The time passed away until October


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 pluml
cheeks.
It was a 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
confiding all his 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. Il 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 fine?"
He paused, seeming to expect re-
ply. but none came. He bent over her
bowed figure.
What. Beatrice. crying? Crying be.
cause 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. I must go soon, and want to
keep the memory of our last evening
the greenest spot in my life scenes.
Sing for me, Beatrice"
Il can't. l can't" sobbed Trix, Civ.
ing way to flood of tears.
Somehow felt a premonition OF
coming evil; 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 l knew 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 saw
the tears trembling on her lashes
still.
She laid her wet cheek against mine
for an instant, and then arose and
caught up her hat and shawl. saying:
Come out with me, Edna. The
night air may cool my brain; put Oh
your wraps and let's take a walk
Mechanically did as she babe me
and in few moments. we were out
in the open air. put my hand through
b 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 but
seeing nothing.
The moon was rising from behind
the distant hills. TRANSPORTING the
landscape in flood of silver light,
and by its rays l perceived a small
boat on the surface of the. pond and
heard the dip. dip of the oars as they
threw the drops of water in sparkling
sprays from their edges.
She laid her cheek against my hand,
but said nothing.
'Hark! What was that?'
"Help!' rang out. cry of danger
TriX sprang to her feet trembling in
every limb. Again the Cry rent the
air. this time ending abruptly in an
inarticulate murmur. TriX tore off he.
shoes and was off like the wind, cry.
ing:
My God. Edna! It's Roland. Go fol-
help. He's upset on the pond and lie
! can't swim a stroke. Oh, Roland, my
ROland!"
heard splash as the daring girl
! plunged into the water to save the
man she loved from drowning.
ran for the farm at the top of my
/ speed. shouting all the way In less
than ten minutes the whole household
was reused and rushing madly toward
| the pond-too late.
The brave girl had saved her love,
/ by a superhuman effort. it seemed, and
the men arrived just in time to res
cue him. but poor TriX, exhausted by
the tremendous eXertion. sank to rise
no more. when close to land.
There is little more to tell. The
next day her body was recovered anC
loving hands closed her eyes from the
gaze of this world to the gaze of
better; folded her brown hands acros.
her bosom and robed her still fern
for burial.
never shall forget. to my dyin,
day. how beautiful she was as sh.
lay in her last long sleep, her fac;
more beautiful even than in life, wear
ing smile of angelic sweetness.
Mr.. Danvers came to the funeral
looking very sad indeed. and pathe,
ically white. making him the attention
of many charitable maidens. VIII,
commented upon poor Mr. Danver
feeling so bad to think poor darlin;
Trix gave her life for him and-ol
wasn't it touching" You may call nj