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Chapter NumberXXV
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Full Date1898-06-25
Page Number4
Word Count651
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Newspaper TitleQueanbeyan Age (NSW : 1867 - 1904)
Trove TitleLove's Conquest
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OHAPTER XXV. As the- rescuers were' oiling at their melancholy task of removing the dead and injured out the debris of the wrecked train, they were attracted by the stentorian shouts proceeding from a carriage which was less shattered than many of the oth.ers. ' Hi I Dickson-Yates-Brown. Oome her ! ' ' Oh, goodness-it's Sir Patrick him'self 1' ejaculated one of the men; and he rushed up to the Baronet, who had managed to extri crate himself from the ruins. ' Be you hurt', sir ?' ' No; a good deal shaken-'ut nothing worse. No broken bones. I've got off better than'might have been expected. But come along here; there's a poor young lady under that mass of timber, and I am afraid she is dreadfully injured. Help me to get her out ' Sir Patrick worked like a navvy, lifting and moving the smashed woodwork under which Adela was jammed; and when the debris was at last cleared away, he himse'f lifted her up and gently laid her on the daisiftd turf by the side of the line. ' She is dead, pior thing, sure enough,' said the man called Dickson, pityingly. ' No, no,' Sir Patrick cried, almost angrily. ' Sho cannot be dead !' But, in spite of his words, the sight of the motionless figure and the unconscious face struck him with a chill conviction that she was. He had witnessed death a hundred times, in the tent and in the-hospitals, as well as on the battlefields; but it had always been men whom he had seen die-strong men who had known and faced the-risks to which they were exposed. This poor young thing, to whom he had been talking but a minute since was a woman, and a beautiful one, and she had been strck down without a moment's warning. It was very different to anything he had seen before, and he had never been moved as lie was now. He knelt o") the green g ass, and took one.of the slender wrists in his tremblihng fingers; then,, with a hasty movement, he pressed his hand to her heart. ' Dickson, you are an idiot! ' he cried. ' I cn feel her heart beating. She is not dead; but she soon will be if you stay kicking your heels here, instead of bestirring your self, as you ought. Go and fetch a doctor ; and don't lose any time about it ! Off with you--quick.' The man had not fir to go, for already the news of the accident had spread like wildfire through the neighbourhood, and doctors from far and near were hurrying to the 'scene. Within a quarter of an hour Sir Patrick' had succeeded in fin.ning the old dtctor by "whom his household had for years been attended, and, with this trusted ally by his side he stood in consultation over the uncon scious figure of his unknown ,laughter. 'She is.not dead, and as far as I can tell there are no serious external injuries ; but she is in a very serious condition,' said the doctor, after he had tried in vain 'o admin isrter some brandy, and all his attempts to restore consciousness had failed. ' Poor young thing I And how sad for the husband. I wonder who he is?' he asked, taking up the left hand, from which the g'ove hadt been pulled off by Sir Patrick, and pointing to the massive wedding ring. 'She 'may recover-she may recover ! rejoined the old Baronet. 'And now doctor what is to he done'next 1 Where are they carrying the poor creatures to I Where are we? I declare I am quite bewildered my. self; butit must be somewhere near home, for here are all my people on the spot. Why, yes-ther-'s the Home Spinney in the hollow I It's close to my own lodge-gates I, [TO B? CONTINUED]