The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1869-08-07

pocket handkerchief TO them, a. the heavily
frieghted boat gTided slowly away, and spoke
cheering words to the brave little oarman,
even though the chill 0f death lay cold lat her
heart. f.,.,r a.. ....,r.f, ..-,.
Slowly the black outline Of the boat faded
into Indebtedness, D growing less ana less,
and when it was hidden from view ny VI
projecting line ofihe coast, the, bitter lone
illness OF her position came 70 Juhet Oha'one'
in all its overwhelming force. ho
like A great golden orb the sun hung above
the sea while The blue, cloudless SKY smlied
Overhead. Nature was fuil OF Asoft, sercne re-
pose. and yet, Juliet Chaloner stood with
ccIasnei hands and Silent endurance, waiting
for the death which was momentarily draw.
inc nearer and nearer-the stern, relentless
death whose horrors had never seemed SO
CHASTITY as now
She thought how the blue tides would
sparkle over her graye--she thought how per-
chance her dead corpse would float on tbs
waves, the golden hair all wet and Oakland
cold shudder came over her whole frame.
,,, A9d IS VIII be At bone to,nisht she pur
0.s my God sos,a ny God surely this j, the bitter
The thunder CT the cruel waves were in her
ears-the moaning ofgthe surf-and Juliet
Chaloner knew no more.
aSend a boat back to Blyden's Point p
echoed the old boatman. ~ Bless your heart,
sir! Bfyden's Point is seven feet under water
by this time n EfFE.EA 81
"And Miss Chaloner!n shrieked Mrs. e.
tOn.a ssssKsF AssSf stss zs.sE 50
THE Lord have mercy on her souI!' SOL
smnly uttered the Old man taking off his cap.
There is no use in hurrying, ma'am; but IN
Der body, il it hasn't drited too far out.5
"Oh, Juliet! Julietv' gasped Mrs. Elton,
wringing her hands, what shalII sayito my
brother when he asks for you! You gave up
your own life to save oursl And L dared ito
say that you were cowardi i5sssS9i . &c
"a The soft light of a shaded lamp fell across
Juliet Chaloner's eyes, as she opened them
with avagCe sense of having passed through q
wild troubled dream, and dim remem-
brance of laundering tides, and the dizzy rise
and fall of waves. sysfilse aele ~ fiif' isls
@Where am Ig' she murmured. aYou
here, Clarence Have we crossed the River of
Death, and is this Heaven ?'saaogs - 20 atsn
MY own love, tenderly responded the deep,
welfknown tones stake courage; there are
1 years Of hope and happiness before US yet.
! You would have given your life to save 9TH
ers. but God would not accept the sacrifice"
"Bat how came here ~ she asked, shud-
dering, as she remembered the slippery sands
and the sounds of many waters. ilaa
And then Clarence Seville told her how,
coming from the nearest railway station by
boat, instead OF the stereotyped stage route,
he had caught sight OF white object on the
sands at Biyden Point, where the rising tides
We're fast circling round the ialet Of ground.
Bidding the boatmen row up to it With all
possible speed, he found himself just in time
to rescue juliet Chaloner from death more
| horrible than one could well imagined O.
AGod's hand guided me there, dearest, Y be
possible TO love you better than did before,
this act OF selfsacrlfice would move me to do
s0D 10y s's0s7 ~
bn From that hour Mrs. Elton cherished and
reverenced Miss Chaloner IS IL she had been
saint; for to her there seemed something
more than human in The noble selflabnegation
Of Juliets courage!