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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Highland</strong> Monthly.<br />

and feminine instincts. Respectably laden, she faced the<br />

but apparently drew a com-<br />

stream for the return journey ;<br />

parison between the current and her burden, to the<br />

advantage <strong>of</strong> the latter, for she retreated and annexed a<br />

frying pan, which she hung upon her left arm. Even then<br />

the old beldame hesitated. L}Mng near was a light wicker<br />

work chair <strong>of</strong> inviting shape and proportions. VVitli one<br />

hand she swung it upon her head, feet upwards, and thrust-<br />

ing her head partially through an oval aperture in the back,<br />

prepared to buffet the stream.<br />

It was another illustration <strong>of</strong> the> miser and the jar <strong>of</strong><br />

gold.<br />

How it happened Flora could not say, but simul-<br />

taneously with an extra puff <strong>of</strong> wind there was a splash and<br />

a shrill scream ; then a tumbling bundle <strong>of</strong> rags, legs and<br />

arms came down the river. In a moment Flora had thrown<br />

the bridle over the stunted branch <strong>of</strong> a fir tree, and<br />

gathering her skirts, rushed down the slope to the water's<br />

edge. A huge, travelled boulder breasted the stream<br />

about twenty yards higher up, and upon the direction the<br />

drowning woman took depended her life. On the <strong>of</strong>f side><br />

the current would sweep her into mid stream, where human<br />

aid could not avail her, on the other, she must pass within<br />

arm's length <strong>of</strong> the bank upon which Flora, quivering and<br />

speechless with excitement, stood ready to render help.<br />

For a moment the silent sprawling mass hovered, as it were,<br />

between life and death ; then rested against the stone ;<br />

finally swung round, and with a rush came in Flora's<br />

direction. Pale but resolute, she bent down, and grasped<br />

with one hand the whins on the bank, extending the other<br />

over the peaty current. <strong>The</strong>re was but time for one<br />

c)utch ; were it missed, a life must go !<br />

-Help<br />

!<br />

Help<br />

! !<br />

In the agony <strong>of</strong> her excitement Flora had uttered the<br />

appeal for aid, but it was not now needed, for her left hand<br />

grasped firmly the clothes <strong>of</strong> the drowning woman, and in<br />

a second more, the unconscious form <strong>of</strong> a pale, uninviting<br />

piece <strong>of</strong> humanity lay stretched on the grass.

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