Nelson Chronicle, Colne Observer, and Clitheroe Division News. — 1890-08-29 (Nelson, Lancashire, England)

WOM:111.4 cloak—a long light-grey cloak—and Graham, recognizing it, flung forward both his arms, making sure that Winny in life or death was now close by him. Alas I he grasped the cloak, but no cold form beneath it. It was caught on an iron hook on the buttress of the bridge, and rose and fell with ths eddying tide. Graham clutched it to his breast, for getting self in the miserable knowledge that at UM moment flashed upon his brain, and as he did so the fierce current swept over him and dashed his head violently against the stonework of the bridge. He remembered nothing more. There was a whirl if water in his ears, and great pain, and he was iarried rapidly on. But he was unconscious. What really happened was this. He was swept through the arch of the bridge, Winny's light cloak still :limped in his rigid hands, and as the river bore him inwards he was carried past two men, who had just tome down to the bank, and who were speculating leisurely on the probable effects of the flood. One of these men was Richard Riddell, the farmer, Ind the other Mr. James Gray, a neighbour, and a enant of Katharine Despard'a Both saw the drowning man at the same moment, ad Katharine's tenant, Mr. Gray, at once sent his Mg, a splendid powerful retriever, into the water, neouraging and pointing out to the sagacious cress mire the helpless human being so sorely in need of  The dog breasted the tide like a brave and wactised swimmer, and soon reached Graham, and at ince seised him by the arm. Then the retriever awned, and nobly struggling against the flood, drew sis unconscious burden steadily on towards the shore. It was a wonderful sight—the dumb brute with his surly brown head raised above the stormy stream. ind Ins brown, sage eyes fixed on the point where he ueant to land. The men delighted can down the iver bank shouting and encouraging the dog, and when the noble animal approached near enough, they waded into the shallow, and drew the seemingly dead nan out of the cold and freezing water. The dog clambered up the bank, and shook his curly sat, knowing that his task was done. The men armed up Graham between them, and as they did so filey both recognised him. " Why, it's young Mr. Graham North I" said Gray. " Ay, sure enough," answered Riddell, with a surly sod.  - . . They load lum on the rough grass, and Gray opened 61 shirt and put his ear to his chest. His heart still seat, and then Gray drew out his whiskey flask, and ried to pour some of the spirit between Graham's ipe, and rubbed some on his hands. To du this he uid to remove the cloak—poor Winny's cloak—that graham's rigid fingers still closed on. In the momenwily increasing darkness, neither of the farmers had ret particularly noticed this cloak, thinking probably t was Graham's own light overcoat. But as Gray tuned it from Graham's hands, he uttered an exclamation.  Why, dd. is a woman's affair !" he said, in • stir prised tone, throwing the cloak aside. "A woman's ?" repeated Riddell, sharply, and ht dooped down and lifted up the cloak and began ts nankin. it.  The next moment, a cry of alarm, almost terror, reaped hia lips. "It's my girl's !" he said; "my Winny's cloak— sere's her name written inside by Dorothy. When 2se devil—" And be stopped abruptly, and vitally at. gale,  Tee idea that had occurred to him at this moments was a very terrible one, though not more terrible than the truth. He thought that Graham North sad his girl had agreed to commit suicide together, sad had thrown themselves into the flooded stream. " Gray Gray ! she must be drowned l" he cried in terrible distress. "I've done it; 1 forbade her to meet the lad, and they've drowned themselves tev 'ether. I see it DOW !" " Not so bad as that, man, I hope," said Gray, looking up. But almost in a state of distraction Riddell now commenced running wildly backwards and forwards along the river bank, mains loud Ms daughter's saw.