Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1857-08-13

Der it against me. dear husband I the VIC
lence of my grief has made you angry forgiv,
me will cry no more, Mathew will b,
what you wish. Stop, think again, forgive me
but say that you will stay here!
She had gradually sunk upon her knees, AND
she held Ropar's hands, and pressed them to he
lips. He tried to raise her.
Enough Genevieve,' said he, in voice in
which emotion contended with impstience. i
thought you were Drawer; this is not what you
promised me- Recollect, unhappy woman, thai
the time is passing
Genevieve sobbed, and renewed her prayers
He turned an anxious look towards the sea, and
saw the lowest point of the great rock dry
More delay would increase the danger. and
took Genevieve abruptly by the arms and raised
her up with her face close to his.
AS you would be saved, listen to me = said
he in so decided tone, that she shuddered at it,
for the fist time / must remind you that am
your master-and if you are not more discreet,
perhaps it may be the last But by the God
who made us. you shall obey, and without more
contention The child's life is in question
nothing shall stop me. Stay there; l command
you; and do not take single step, nor utter a
single sound, or, as sure as am my mother s
son, will never forgive you till the day OF
judgment .
With these words, he seated the thunder.
stricken Genevieve on q sand bank, ran to the
little girl whom he lifted on his shoulders, and
rushed with her into the waves.
When the mother turned round at the noise
of the splashing water, he was already ON the
causway of the sunken reef and the waves were
rising to his chest, she tried to get up, but her
strength failed her; and she could only utter .
feeble Shrek Mathew heard il and turned
round. He saw through the darkness the dim
form of Genevieve half fallen back on the 70 ok,
stretching her clasped hands towards him. His
heart which had hardened by a resolute effort,
gave away with affection He looked at the
deep, green sea, with its quits yawning all
around him; above his head he heard the breath
ing of the child, who was painting with terror ;
and thinking that the poor woman, from whom
both had just been torn might never see them
again, the love and pity he felt for her filling his
eyes with tears. He stopped, in spite of himself
in the midst of the surging pillows, turned his
head 10 the shore, and cried out, in suppressed,
but very gentle voice -
DO not cry, Genevieve; and mey God bless
you All will be well
Then without waiting for an answer, which
he feared would weaken his courage, he proceed
ed on his way his eyes fixed on the line of water
which indicated the line of the reef.
Soon however, he failed to perceive the pecu.
liar color of the waves which made this line easy
to recognize from the shore. Now that he was
IA,
anything but one uniformly tossing plain, with.
out difference of movement or color He was
obliged to direct his course merely upon the rock
of the Isle of Graves in which the causway en-.
ded and the sharp crags of which could lust be
distinguished in the distance.
Mathew advanced, sounding each step before
him with broken boat-hook with which he was
provided; but in spite of his caution, the way
became more and more difficult. The ineuuali.
ties of the rocks exposed him to continual risks
of slipping, Borne up by the waves, deafened
by the deep roar around him, cropping for an un-
even and unknown path with a gulf on either
side, he proceeded with that extreme, but reso.
Lutte slowness in which all Impotence is master
ed. and the whole being concentrated in each
movement. His steady gaze seemed to pierce
the liquid veil of waters his hands grasped the
boat-hook, seemed as though they would plant
it in the reef; and his feet strove, with convul.
sive energy to make out the right path before
they took it.
In this way he reached the middle of the chan
mel, where the pinnace lay at anchor All was
silent and motiOnless, The cries of 'All's well =
sang out at intrrvals by the night-watch, had
for some time ceased even the tw o dark figures,
so long immoyable at their posts, had disappear
ed The sailors of the watch confident that
their lookout was useless, had doubtless fallen
asleep.
Mathew, fearing their waking, tried to avoid
peril by hurrying on; but, Just as he entered
the shadow which stretched over the moonlit
waves behind the pinnace, the bank of rocks,
which was gradually lowering, suddenly failed
him. Francine felt him sink, like a boat going
down, and the water splashing over her hair
She could not repress piercing scream.