The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1832-07-17

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out the oar he had come little near
er. Courage, sir, courage but he could
not answer.-'Let her GO, said /, 'and
save yourself. NO, replied he in a
faint voice, - The water bub-
bled IN his mouth. Merciful God what
were my feelings at that moment Not
n hair of my head was without its per-
spiration. l was half out of the boat
-straining to make the oar reach farther.
Every thing around me seemed to turn
round, and yet my eyes were rivetted
upon those eyes level with the water,
which still looked upon me and seemed
twice their natural size. At length l
saw nothing but his hair, that also dis
appeared, and his arm alone was raised
above the water, with his fingers convul-
sed. / made another effort, and his
hand caught The oar.
1T is true saying, that drowning
man would catch at bar of red-hot
iron. He grasped the oar SO tight that
his nails we've imprinted upon the
wood. ] placed it upon the gunwale,
aud ;hus forming leve-, l was enabled
to raise my poor master above the wa
ter but trcmbled so dreadfnlly, that
l feared should lose my hold. At
length got him so near that I could
seize his wrist. My heart bounded, for
was then sure of success. l held his
wrist as tight as if It had been screw ed
in vice, and for week after, the blue
marks of my fingers were visible.
He had not let go the female. l
dragged him into the boat, and she fol-
lowed as if she were part ofhim. They
lay at the bottom, both equally helpless.
i called to my master, but ] might as
well have talked to my oar. i tried to
strike the palms of his hands, but they
were convulsiyely closed, and defied my
power to open them.
Il resumed my oar, and endeavoured
to~pull towards the shore. am but bad
boatman with two oars; but with one,
it was like my breath against tempest.
When l attempted to advance on one
side, the boat would turn on the other,
and the current bid fair to carry us to
Hayre de Grace. Under those cIrcum-
stances, thought it was no use to be
sIiamefaced, so I called out Justify for
assistance"
(Itis not without regret that we now
find ourselves compelled to abridge the
story. Eugene, and the woman he had
rescued, both recover. The latter, a
lovely and confidng girl, who had, un-
der promise Of marriage, been seduced
by Alfred de Linar, turns out to be the
daughter Of Captain Dumont, brave
and meritorious officer. We have only
room for the conclusion of the story.)
.Canti.Ion, call COACH
Yes, Sir. Shall accompany you :"
You may
'The Captain again kissed his daugh-
ter, who had not yet recovered from her
swoon.
Come, my young friend, let us CO.
They entered M. Eugene's apartment.
and when returned with the coach,
they were already waiting at the street,
door, the Captain with pistols in his
pockets, and M. Eugene with swords
under his cloak.
sCoachman, to the Bois de Boulogne,
said my master.
IfI fall, my friend said Captain
Dumont to my master. you will deliver
this ring to my poor Marie. 1t was her
mothers wedding ring, an excellent wo-
man, now in Heaven. Let my cross
and sword be buried with me. have
no friend but you, nor relative but my
daughter.-Do you and she follow my
coffin to the grave. Let there be no one
else.'
why these forebodings Captain
They are rather gloomy for an old sol
dier.'
THE Captain smiled. sAll has gone
wrong with me since 1915; and as you
have promised to protect my daughter,
it is better that her protector should be
young and rich, than old and poor as
am He ceased speaking. M. Eugene
feared to distress him by saying another
word, and we arrived in silence at the
place appointed.
"A cahriolet had followed US little dis
tance. M. Alfred and his two seconds
came out of it. One of the latter ap-
preached us. what are the Captains
weapons = Pistols
Remain in the ceach, and take care
oftbe swords said my master to me,
and all five went into the wood.
Ten minutes had scarcely passed
when ] heard two shots. / started as il
the sound were unexpected. There was
and end to one ofthe sdversaries, for ten
other minutes expired without another
report.
Il had thrown myself upon the seat OF
the coach, dreading to look out, when
the door was suddenly opened. Can
tillon, the swords, said my master.
Il presented them to him. He held