Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1870-07-07

He could not see him. but he heard
his voice rising family from the other
side.
No, not killed. but. oh. my legs
They're gone, think
Gomez
Yes; mashed can't feel EN-
Are you hurt?
No; don't feel so but I'm fast
What will become of us? Have we
got to die here"
God knows
But there was help at hand. Old
Silas, at work at his nets far down the
beach, had heard the crash, and seen
the two figures disappear. He came
running toward them now. and in a
few minutes was on the spot
Are you both alivc?' he shouted.
Answer, somebody
Yes. yes. alive. both of Us came
from the captives, cheerilv.
Thank God. Ill have YOU out Of
there in minnit. Keep up your cour-
age. men.
He started away for help as fast as
his old legs would carry him, and in
half an hour cane back with five 9th
crs. who had left their nets ID assist
him.
Get him out first said .Iethro.
Don't begin with me-
No. no. said Arthur, commence on
the other side; there's tim, for me
afterwards
i tell you won't be dug out first.
rctorted Jethro. I'm of no use, for
my legs are gore. 1t couldn't make
much difference even If they were not ;
by the Lord Harry f" said old Silas.
you'll have TO begin somewhere mighty
| quick. FOR the tide has turned, aud its
coming upon us fast
Let it be him. then replied .Icthro.
I've got my reasons for it. and he
knows what they are. There amt more
than time enough To get one Of Us out
and II he dies it will break somebody's
heart. Nobody cares for me
y slender form, with golden hair
1 floating lightly in the wind, came has
tening down the path, and dropping
upon her knees ut Arthurs side.
wrnng her hands. The argument was
too potent for the men To hesitate
longer, and striking their spades into
the sand they begun their work. The
young girl uttered not work, but
knclt there, watching them with anx-
lous brow, and with her red lips press
ed hard together.
Now work, men, for the remorseless
I sea is coming, and though it comes by
/ inches. yet it will surely cover the
1 nlnna - har.. ,I.;. -.-..-i. g.
\ For an hour they dug steadily. until
! the water was nearly at their feet but
! as the sand was removed from. the
stone, the great mass settled upon the
prisoners still more firmly.
We must ret timbers,' shouted
Silas. in perspiration. 1T must be
propped.'
And 50 broken spars were thrust
under it. and the work resumel and
steadily on. Their feet were covered
now, and Flora wrung her hands until
the nails were bruised into the flesh.
Il knew it. murmurcd .Iethro. 1T
has brought me to my death. As | said
it would. You can save him. hut YOU
cant save u.e, Flora.
She left her place by Arthur. and
coming round TO the other side, knclt
by the sufferer and took his hand in
hers.
You will forgive what said to YOU
this afternoon he pleaded. looking up
into her plying eyes. Il shouldn't
have done it; but l love YOU Flora.
and it was mighty hard to give you up.
1t is better this way though. II you
had married him and | had been able
TO see it, it would have made Inc mis-
cradle, and | should have hated him..
oh, Jethror she said. don't talk
in this way. There will be still time to
save YOU. know there will.
No. said Jcthro, don't think of it.
If they save him for you, | shall die
feeling As if I'd done one thing for you
that you could remember AS though
I'd honestly proved my love, as it
were, though the Lord knows that
don't need provin' to my mind. Good
by
Good by, Jethro.'
The water was almost over him now
and she had to hold her arms length
to hold his hand. A loud shout from
the workers on the other side announ
ced success and she saw them carry
ing Arthur's inanimate form beyond
the reach of the advancing tide But
Arthur was alive, and Jethro was at
the gate ofdeath!
He raised her hand to his lips as the
men came trOoping down to see what
chance of life there might be for him;
but were all too late, for, as he loosed
his grasp, a great food flowed over him
and he was gone!
Oh We unknown heroes of our daily
life How many and how mighty in
great sacrifice are ye and yet whose
noble deeds have never been sung,
never been written! Who shall say
that when the judgment hour for all
has come, and the great book upon
whose golden pages are recorded all
things, good or evil, is closed forever,
there will not still be found the names
of thousands whose deeds. though
nameless here, like the unselfish sac
ritice of this untutored man, approving
angels have looked upon in silence and
written down in letters of enduring
light.
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