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m below the
fall--something as white, yet independent of it--caught his eye and
arrested his step Then he saw that it was describing a contrary motion
to the rushing water--an upward backward motion Weigall stood rigid,
breathless; he fancied he heard the crackling of his hair Was that a
hand? It thrust itself still higher above the boiling foam, turned
sidewise, and four frantic fingers were distinctly visible against the
black rock beyond
Weigall's superstitious terror left him A man was there, struggling to
free himself from the suction beneath the Strid, swept down, doubtless,
but a moment before his arrival, perhaps as he stood with his back to
the current
He stepped as close to the edge as he dared The hand doubled as if in
imprecation, shaking savagely in the face of that force which leaves its
creatures to immutable law; then spread wide again, clutching,
expanding, crying for help as audibly as the human voice
Weigall dashed to the nearest tree, dragged and twisted off a branch
with his strong arms, and returned as swiftly to the Strid The hand was
in the same place, still gesticulating as wildly; the body was
undoubtedly caught in the rocks below, perhaps already half-way along
one of those hideous shelves Weigall let himself down upon a lower
rock, braced his shoulder against the mass beside him, then, leaning out
over the water, thrust the branch into the hand The fingers clutched it
convulsively Weigall tugged powerfully, his own feet dragged perilously
near the edge For a moment he produced no impression, then an arm shot
above the waters
The blood sprang to Weigall's head; he was choked with the impression
that the Strid had him in her roaring hold, and he saw nothing Then the
mist cleared The hand and arm were nearer, although the rest of the
body was still concealed by the foam Weigall peered out with distended
eyes The meagre light revealed in the cuffs links of a peculiar device
The fingers clutching the branch were as familiar
Weigall forgot the slippery stones, the terrible death if he stepped too
far He pulled with passionate will and muscle Memories flung
themselves into the hot light of his brain, trooping rapidly upon each
other's heels, as in the thought of the drowning Most of the pleasures
of his life, good and bad, were identified in some way with this friend
Scenes of college days, of travel, where they had deliberately sought
adventure and stood between one another and death upon more occasions
than one, of hours of delightful companionship among the treasures of
art, and others in the pursuit of pleasure, flashed like the changing
particles of a kaleidoscope Weigall had loved several women; but he
would have flouted in these moments the thought that he had ever loved
any woman as he loved Wyatt Gifford There were so many charming women
in the world, and in the thirty-two years of his life he had never known
another man to whom he had cared to give his intimate friendship
He threw himself on his face His wrists were cracking, the skin was
torn from his hands The fingers still gripped the stick There was life
in them yet
Suddenly something gave way The hand swung about, tearing the branch
from Weigall's grasp The body had been liberated and flung outward,
though still submerged by the foam and spray
Weigall scrambled to his feet and sprang along the rocks, knowing that
the danger from suction was over and that Gifford must be carried
straight to the quiet pool Gifford was a fish in the water and could
live under it longer than most men If he survived this, it would not be
the first time that his pluck and science had saved him from drowning
Weigall reached the pool A man in his evening clothes floated on it,
his face turned towards a projecting rock over which his arm had fallen,
upholding the body The hand that had held the branch hung limply over
the rock, its white reflection visible in the black water Weigall
plunged into the shallow pool, lifted Gifford in his arms and returned
to the bank He laid the body down and threw off his coat that he might
be the freer to practise the methods of resuscitation He was glad of
the moment's respite The valiant life in the man might have been
exhausted in that last struggle He had not dared to look at his face,
to put his ear to the heart The hesitation lasted but a moment There
was no time to lose
He turned to his prostrate friend As he did so, something strange and
disagreeable smote his senses For a half-moment he did not appreciate
its nature Then his teeth clacked together, his feet, his outstretched
arms pointed towards the woods But he sprang to the side of the man and
bent down and peered into his face There was no face
III
The Dead and the Countess
(Republished from the _Smart Set_)
It was an old cemetery, and they had been long dead Those who died
nowadays were put in the new burying-place on the hill, close to the
Bois d'Amour and within sound of the bells that called the living to
mass But the little church where the mass was celebrated stood
faithfully beside the older dead; a new church, indeed, had not been
built in that forgotten corner of Finisterre for centuries, not since
the calvary on its pile of stones had been raised in the tiny square,
surrounded then, as now, perhaps, by gray naked cottages; not since the
castle with its round tower, down on the river, had been erected for the
Counts of Croisac But the stone walls enclosing that ancient cemetery
had been kept in good repair, and there were no weeds within, nor
toppling headstones It looked cold and gray and desolate, like all the
cemeteries of Brittany, but it was made hideous neither by tawdry
gewgaws nor the license of time
And sometimes it was close to a picture of beauty When the village
celebrated its yearly _pardon_, a great procession came out of the
church--priests
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