The Sweetwater enterprise. (Sweetwater, Tenn.) 1869-187?, 1870-02-17

/ Two hours will take you there, and then
then you can send The boat aftOr me-"
\ And Jas the words trembled on, her
tongue, Juliet ChalOner glanced over her
shoulder at the swhite-erested fringes of
foam slowly creeping up the sands, and
knew that two hours from that time it
would all be one Wild, tossing mass of
waves. Yet she smiled, and Auttered her
white pocket handkerchief to them, as the
heavily freighted boat glided slowly away,
and spoke cheering words to the brave lit
tie oaIsman, even thoughthe chill of death
lay cold ather heart. q Slowly the blank
outline of the boat faded, into indistinct-
ness, growing. less and less; and when it
was hidden from view by the projecting
line of coast, the bitter loneliness of her
position came to Juliet Chaloner in all its
Overwhelming force. d,,.. ....,... t...a l...
Like a great golden orb, the sun hung
above the sea; while the blue, cloud less
sky smiled overhead. Nature was full of
soft, serene repose, and yet Juliet Chalo-
ner stood with clasped hands and silent
endurance, waiting for the death which
was momentarily drawing nearer and near
er-the stern, relentless death, whose hor-
rors had never seemed SO ghostly as now.
She thought how the blue tides would
sparkle over her graye-she thought how
perchance her dead corpse would float on
the waves, the golden hair wet and dank-
and a cold shudder came over her whole
frames, -...s p.
N Sand he will be at home tonight p'
she murmured. "My God !! my God
surely this is the bitterness of DEATH"
The thunder of the cruel waves was in
her ears--the moaning of the surf-and
Juliet Chaloner knew no more.
"Send boat back to Blyden's Point p
echoed the bOatman. "Bless your heart,
sir, Blyden's Point is seven feet under
water by this time"
"And Miss Chaloner," shrieked Mrs.
Elton. ~ 'ae -..t
"The Lord have mercy on her soul,'
solemnly uttered the old man, taking off
his cap, sThere is no use of hurrying,
ma'am but I'll get up my boat. We
may, perhaps, bring off her body, if it
hasn't drifted too far OUT,
"Oh, Juliet, Julietb' grasped Mrs. FL.
ton, wringing her hands, 'what shall say
to my brother when he asks for youl You
gave up your own life to save mine, and
l dared to say that you were coward y
The soft light of shaded lamp fell
across Juiivt 6huiUnor's uyos, 90 pho epo1a-
ed them with a vague sense of having
passed through a wild, troubled dream,
and q dim remembrance Of laundering
tides, and the dizzy rise and fall of waves.
7 "Where am | p she murmured. "You
here, Clarence. Have we crossed the
River of Death, and is this Heaven %
"My own love-" tenderly responded the
deep, well-known tone, 'take courage;
there are years of hope and happiness be-
fore us yet. You would have given your
life to save others, but God would not ac-
cept the sacrifice" "
"But how came I here !,' she asked,
shuddering, as she remembered the slip
perry sands and the sound of many waters.
And then Clarence Seville told her how,
coming from the nearest railway station
by boat, instead of the stereotyped omni-
bus route, he had caught sight of white
object on the sands at Blyden Point, where
the rising tides we're, fast circling round
the islet 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 imagine.
Goods hand guided me there, dearest"
he said, impressiVely. "My noble girl,
were it possible to love you better, than [
did before, this act of self-sacrifce would
move me to do SO" ''. -
From that hour Mrs. Elton cherished
and reverenced Miss Chaloner as if she
had been saint; for to her there seemed
something more than human in the noble
self-abnegation Of Juliet's curage.