English fiction -- 19th century; Horror tales; Penny dreadfuls
“Ike, however, more courageous than his companion, went down to the
brook side and discovered a student lying almost submerged, with his
head saved from sinking by a cluster of willow stumps.
“Horrified at the discovery, he knew not what to do, but shouting at
the top of his voice, induced his companion to return.
“After much difficulty, they dragged the inanimate form from among
the willows; but mud had so disfigured him that they knew not who it
was.
“Blood flowed freely from the left breast.
“One of them staunched the wound with a handkerchief, and both
rustics carried the body towards the house in front, Pink having the
lantern suspended from his neck.
“Had a thunderbolt crashed through the roof, it could not have caused
a more sudden cessation of festivities than did the arrival of
Lawrence, borne as he was in the arms of the servants.
“The news spread rapidly.
“The company were electrified.
“Every one was anxious to learn the particulars.
“But all was wrapt in mystery, which only heightened curiosity still
more.
“The collegians rushed from the ball-room, and taking up the body,
swiftly conveyed it to the house.
“‘This way, gentlemen,’ said Lord Stoner, as he and Colonel Temple
led the way upstairs.
“‘Enter the first room you come to—there, that’s it; never mind (to
his wife) if it is your daughter’s room; there’s no time to stand
upon trifles; place him upon the bed—that’s it.’
“And the wet and muddy youth was carefully laid on the spotless
counterpane, and the doctor immediately began to ply his art.
“‘Ike,’ said he, ‘fetch my instruments, and gallop instantly into
town and bring Dr. Newman with you; tell him there mustn’t be a
moment’s delay.’
“‘It is a desperate case, gentlemen,’ said he, addressing a few who
were allowed to remain in the room; ‘’tis naught but life or death;
every moment is invaluable. Gentlemen, you will excuse me, I know,
when I say it is necessary that you all retire.’
“And the door closed on Lord Stoner, Colonel Temple, Harry Ashton, a
collegian, and Susy, the chambermaid.
“The sudden calamity had stunned all present, and one by one the
visitors departed.
“Clare and Belle had heard the news.
“But neither spoke.
“They sat apart in silence, waiting for the colonel, who at last
appeared, and the carriage drove off to the ‘Willows.’
“‘Don’t ask me any questions, girls,’ said the old man, as they rode
home. ‘I am full of passion, and might say things to offend your
ear; but let me tell you, this is a dastardly outrage; it was not a
fight, but deliberate assassination, and old as I am, I would walk a
hundred miles for the pleasure of putting a bullet into the precious
scoundrel who did it.
“‘No, we can find no clue to the affair. The collegians have been
down to the bridge, but there are no traces of the struggle, and the
poor lad himself is insensible.
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