"
"Ah!" said Walter, trembling all over.
"She has never been seen since."
The Colonel's head sank for a moment on his breast.
Walter groaned and turned pale.
"She came too late to save him; she came in time to share his fate."
Walter sank into a chair, and a deadly pallor overspread his face, his
forehead, and his very lips.
The Colonel rushed to the door and called for help, and in a moment John
Baker and Mrs. Milton and Julia Clifford were round poor Walter's chair
with brandy and ether and salts, and every stimulant. He did not faint
away; strong men very seldom do at any mere mental shock.
The color came slowly back to his cheeks and his pale lips, and his eyes
began to fill with horror. The weeping women, and even the stout Colonel,
viewed with anxiety his return to the full consciousness of his calamity.
"Be brave," cried Colonel Clifford; "be a soldier's son; don't despair;
fight: nothing has been neglected. Even Bartley is playing the man; he
has got another engine coming up, and another body of workmen to open the
new shaft as well as the old one.
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