The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1870-03-04

Juliet laid down the branch 0
sea weed she had been admiring will
Mrs. Elton aud looked off towart
the rising tide, with a check sudden
ly hlancbing to deadly wbiteness.
Miss Chaluner what is the matteri
shriekcd Mrs. Elton catching at hcr
shawl. ....
We are cut off from the main land,
said Juliet in low, clear voice. The
tide is coming up. and half an hour
from now this point will be suLmerg-
cd. Oh. why did we not think Of
that! The boat, Harry-quick!
But, Miss Cha lon.r, pleaded the
thoughtful Bessie, if we were to run
the water is surely not higher thar q
our waists.
My dear. the neck Of laid ia half
mile away, and the tide is rising at
fearful rate; it would be a useless
risk of our lives to make the attempt
Get into the boat. Mrs Elton.
Mamma! mamma! walled the child
rem in chorus, while Mrs. Elton, pale
trembling and incapable Of any Of
fort, sat on the rock. -
Icannof move! she stammered.
think am going to faint!
But even while the words were on
her lips Juliet's arm strengthened
and guided her to the little boat that
lay rocking on the waves, with Har-
ry at the oars. 1t was very small,
containing but two seats, and when
Mrs. Elton and her FIVE children were
ensconsed therein. every nook, even
to stem and helm, was occupied
There is no room for Miss Chslou-
or! calculated Harry, in blank dis
may. Mamma, Miss Chaloner is
not in the boat!
Mrs. Elton looked fsebly around.
Give me Rosa-let me hold Rosa
in my lap, she faltered, scarcely
knowing what she said.
But Juliet unlossened the loop Of
rope that fastened the boat to a pro-
jeeting point of rock, and flung it
out upon the waves.
The boat is overloaded already,
she said in strangely calm voice.
Push off. Harry, and row as fast as
you can; it grows late and you arc
long distance from home.
The generous heart of tho boy
rose up with great choking ,brob.
Miss Cha loner! and leave you here
to perish? Never!
Listen to me. Harry, she said,
hurriedly. Row home as fast you
can: Two hours viii take you there,
and then-then you can send the
boat back for me.
And as the words trembled on her
tongue, Juliet Chaloner glanced over
her shoulder at tn. white-crested
fringes Of foam slowly creeping up
the sands, and knew that in two
hours from that time it would be one
wild tossing mass of waves.
Yet she smiled, and futtered her
white pocket handkerchief to them
as the heavily-froighted boat glided
slowly away. and spoke cheering
words to the brave little oursman,
even though the chill Of death lay
cold at her heart.
Slowly the black outline of the
boat faded into indistinctiveness ess,
growing less and less; and, when it
was hidden from view by the project
ing line of coast, the bitter loneli-
ness Of her position came to Juliet
Chaloner in all its over: force.
Lake great golden orb the sun,
hung above the sea, while the blue,
cloudless sky smiled overhead. Ma.
ture was full Of soft. serene rcposc.
and yet Juliet Chaloner stood with
clasped hands and silent endurance,
waiting for the death which was mo
mentarily drawing nearer aud uearer,
the stern, relentless death whose
horrors had never seemed so ghastly
as now! IT, .s.. -.. - sss
She thought how the blue tides
would sparkle over her grave-she
thought how perchance her dear
corpse would float on the waves, the
golden hair all damp-and a shudder
came over her whole frame
And be will be home tonight. she
murmured. Ny God! my God! sure
ly this is the bitterness Of death!
The thunder Of the cruel waves
was in her ears-the moaning of ebe
serf--and Juliet Chaloner knew no
mere. ~.~ ...-r., ....... ......~.-.
Send boat back to Blyden's
Point, echoed the old boatman. Bless
your heart, sir! Blyden's Point is
seven feet under water by this time!
And Miss Chaloner! shrieked Mrs.
Elton. Il
Tho Lord have mercy on her soul.
solemnly uttered the old man, taking
off his cap. There is no use in hur-
rying ma am; but I'll get up my boat.
We may perhaps bring of her body,
if it has not drifted to fsr out. o.
Oh, Juliet! Juliet! ! Igasped MIS-.
Elton, wringing her hands, what
shall | say to my brother when he
asks for you? You gave your own
life to save ours! And I dared to
say that you were = coward!
The soft light OF shaded lamp
fell across Juliet Chaloncr's eyes as
she opened them with vague sense
Of having passed through wild,
troubled dream, and dim remem-
brauce of laundering tides and the
diyzv risa And fa II nf wavea