Christian herald and signs of our times . only, she gasped out: George,George, myr own George, save me, save me ;dont let them send me away ; 1 must go withyou, I will go with you ; I cannot live withoutyou. Indeed I cannot; 1 have tried it, and Icannot ; I must be with you ; nothing shall tearme from you. At this unexpected address, spoken loudenough to be heard by all present, a look ofsignificant meaning passed among the officers ofColonel Courtenays regiment, and from them tothe captain and the men who stood around ; whileCourtenay himself looked down on the girl athis feet with a look of
Christian herald and signs of our times . only, she gasped out: George,George, myr own George, save me, save me ;dont let them send me away ; 1 must go withyou, I will go with you ; I cannot live withoutyou. Indeed I cannot; 1 have tried it, and Icannot ; I must be with you ; nothing shall tearme from you. At this unexpected address, spoken loudenough to be heard by all present, a look ofsignificant meaning passed among the officers ofColonel Courtenays regiment, and from them tothe captain and the men who stood around ; whileCourtenay himself looked down on the girl athis feet with a look of absolute fury. Is the woman mad or drunk? he ex-claimed, struggling with cruel violence to disen- * From Hidden Depths. a story of hideous social wrong,written by a lady who has herself been a witness of some of thescenes of cruel evil which she has woven into a thrilling 243 ; price, paper covers. 35 cents. Published by .S. R. Briggs,Willard Tract Depository, Toronto. 588 THE CHRISTIAN HERALD AND SIGNS OF OUR TIMES. Sept. Corner of Market and Meeting Streets. Birds Oil and Paint Store. (From Harpers Weekly, Copyright by Harper fir5 Brothers.) (From Harpers Weekly, Copyright by Harper &> Brothers.) Charleston Buildings Ruined by the Earthquake. gage himself from her convulsive grasp ; howdare you attack me in this way? Here, men,drag this woman off, some of you. At these words a cry more appalling than thatwhich had startled them broke from the poorgirls lips ; she lifted up her eyes to his face, pite-ous with their expression of sorrowful dismay. O George, my dear George, dont youknow me ? I am Lois, your own Lois, that yousaid you would love forever and ever. OGeorge, it is you who are mad not to knowme ; you cant have forgotten me. You tookme from my home : you took my good name. 0 George, you will take me with you, wontyou ? Ill be your servant or anything youplease, only dont drive me away. She burstinto tears, laying her face against him, and kiss-ing th
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