Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1866-03-22

lees. Then the sailor called off the dog,
aud as he saw a roller of more than usual
size and power approaching, he stopped and
lifting the william from the rocks, flung him
into the surging eddy.
The huge wave Tapped over the body Of
the rufiau, and with Kissing rush. carried
it ont to sea.
Then sudden darkness came over the
dim morning light, and hesvy mist began
to lower thiokfy down on sea, and land, and
rocky shore. The sailor looked about him
for moment, and shook his head.
pheasant this, old boy he said, address.
ing Wslla, who thereupon shook the spray
from his coat and seemed fully to COM
prehend the full force of the sentiment.
Come on, then,' said the sailor.
Another moment, and be had taken the
young girl in his arms, and carrying her as
carefully as though she had been an infant,
he proceeded up the beach.
The dog followed, now and then giving 4
low angry growl, as though he foresaw or
feared more danger.
Then the young girl, who had been thus
save from the wreck, spoke family:
I'VE are saved?
Yes, my dear child, yes! All's we'll =
sAll?'
Why-a-yes! For you see, my dear
little one, those whoare not safe ashore here
are safe ashore there
'Where?'
I'm heavenp
She burst into tears, and clinging as close
to his breast as though it had been a moth.
er's arms that encircled her, Helen Sinclair
sobbed bitterly.
Keep good heart said the sailor, "a
good heart! Not too much canvass and
lots of sea room, you know, and alps we'll.
Perhaps they're not all gouep
perhaps, oulyr
We'll, little one, it won't be the right
thing to try to deceive you. The ship went
to pieces, and I fancy-that is, 1 fear that
the boat did not right again
The boat?
sYesI little one, Don't you remember,
when the ship struck the rocks, you and
your father and mother, and Lieutenant
Gerald-'
At the mention of that name her tears
flowed afresh, aud such storm of grief ap
peared to pass over the young girls heart,
that the sailor paused in what he was say.
ing, and turning his back to the wind only
str6ve to keep the driving rain from reach.
ing her.
The sky had got still darker and but
that there was in his minda positive knowl.
edge to the contrary, he might well have
thought it was the night that Was coming
instead of the day.
When. the tears of Helen we're hushed a
little, she spoke sadly and softly:
well, tell me more-tell me ALL
Yes, little one The boat had you all
in it, as we'll as some of the other passen-
gers, but it had not pushed off from the
wreck when over it went, and ] saw you
were all in the water I could not save
more than one, and hardly thought to do
that So here We are!
But you we're not in the boat?'
mo, Miss, I was not =
oh, do not call me Miss-call me Hell.
en-!
Very good No. was not 10 the boat
but when I saw it capsize jumped from
| the fore e.chains of the Wave and got hold of
you, and here we are =
:. sAll lost, then Oh, heaven can it be
soT
Except Walla and we two, I take it,
Miss-I mean, Helen
The dog uttered low whining cry, as if
he fully understood the remark and its ap-
plication.
The young girl turned her fair face sea-
ward, and looked through the rainy mists
down on to the foaming sea, and then she
wept again.
Don't do that, my little woman, don't!
said the sailor, passing the back of his
great brown hand across his eyes. The
world may have great things in store for
you yet my poor young heart! Cheer up!
it won't be always foul weather. All, |
. thought as much Here it is !
What is it p
"a break in the old cliffs | thought
that if we coasted ou little way, he should
fud ope-so now We can creep along iu-
land, take it. and find somebody that will
give you shelter, if it is in ever 80 little
a caboose of place.
Your name is Bowers p said Helen,
with an inquiring iutonation.
Heaven bless your sweet eyes, and do
you actually recall the name of poor Ned
Bowers?
sOh, yes, yes! Do you not remember
when the boy fell overheard the first day
out, how you leaped after him aud saved
him from the sbarks2 Then l asked your
name, and they told me it was Bowers, and
I was making pair of slippers for you in
our little cabin
sFor me, Miss HelenT
sYes And now you have saved me
and though life has no-no-but will
not be ungrateful l do not wish to be
so!
"A pair of slippers for me p said Ned
Bowers well, that beats all |! only
wish I knew exactly where they lay