The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-01-20

and the foam was flying along'the sand il
great white patches. Lolling against thu
little wooden pierhouse for shelter We
| found Jack
Has Mr.. Dawlish come in? asked.
"No, Miss, and l don't think he will
tonight; the wind is blowing off the
land. But" he added, "like enough he
run into Whitecliff before this wind came
on. He's too good sailor to beat against
1t in such craft as an open boat. SO it.,
no good waiting here any longer, is it
He'll be snugly housed, by this time
t'other side of the water Good night
miss"
Wishing him good Right, persuaded
Ethel that he must be all right, and that
we had better go, too. 1t was twelve
o'clock when we got back. She looked
pale and anxious, so insisted upon her
having little wine. She just touched
it with her lips.
!" DO you think Arthur would be sure
to get safely TO WhitecIiff !? Oh, if any
thing happened to him! !" she said.
+" But my DEAR" answered as bravely
as | could, though / felt terribly i'll at
ease myself, "a sailor must surely know
best. daresay he is asleep in bed now,
dreaming about you; and unless you 90
TO bed OF once, what sorry white little
face will greet him when he comes back
to morrow He will not easily forgive
himself for the fright he has caused YOU
Very obediently she did as I wished,
and | went to my room, but felt it use
less to try and sleep through the storm.
A terrible dread had taken possession of
me, and could not shake it off, I drew
my easy chair to the fire, and listened to
the storm. could not read, I felt 50
strangely nervous and excited. I could
in the stiffness of the house hear
every sound outside with painful distinct
ness-the creaking of the trees, the rat
tie of the easement, and the confused
roar OF the wind and waves. / caught
sight of my face In the mirror over the
mantelpiece, and quite started, it looked
SO haggard and spectrel. The fire burnt
low and | put on some logs of wood. At
length, thoroughly worn out with the
days emotions, had fallen into a
troubled doze, when l was awakened by
low voice speaking rapidly. turned,
and saw Ethel in her white night dress,
peeping through the window into the
night. 90 Arthur" she sobbed, "come
back Why did mot go with you? Cruel
sea, spare him,he is SO dear to me we
love one another so dearly, you cannot
harm him. Why am | here safe and
sheltered, whilst you may be fighting
with the waves for your dear life? If
anything happened to you should die,
| f0r IN fINy,+ n
if we could but die together! How could
let you go? The treacherous sea looked
SO peaceful, SO kind but 1 ought to have
felt what was coming and let you 60,
and perhaps may never see you again.
My love, my love, love you better than
life, and you may die! Fl wv the strong
bitter winds blow will it never grow
still It | could but tell you how love
you? You may have often thought me
cold and thoughtless you may have
never known how hung upon your
every look and word"
"Ethelp
81 could not Sleep" she said plteously.
turning to me. "Do you think he is safe
"Child," | said, he is in the hands of
God. We weak women cannot do any
thing; but He can do all things Pray to
Him; put your whole trust in Him be
sure he will hear you"
II have prayed, but it is SO hard to
have to wait and do nothing. Listen to
the wind; and to think he may be in it
at this very moment You co not love
him as | do; you cannot feel what feel.
She sank upon the floor at my feet, look
ing up at me pitifully. Forgive me, but
hardly know what [ am saying and |
wouldn't hurt you for the world"
wrapped thick shawl round her, and
all through the weary night we remained
waiting for the morning. 1t came at
last, gray at first, then the east bright ned
and the sun rose. The wind had fallen,
but the sea was still angry, and the spray
flew in showers over the head of the pier.
The sight of the brightness and sunshine
was very cheering, and we felt halt
ashamed ofour fears of the night.
"You might lie down and get some
sleep, or Dawlish Will be quite shocked
at the sight of this little wobegone maid
en- when he comes over this morning."
said, and then calling my maid, also
went to bed, and fell into heavy dream
less sleep. Presently Martha came up
with cup of tea.
"Parson Dale wishes to see you, a'am
but he says he isn't in any hurry, and will
wait" she said
Dressing as quickly as possible I hurried
down stairs, where I found him walking
quickly to and fro. After the usual greet
ing, seeing he paused and seemed at a
loss how to go on, I said
You wished to see me, 1 think"
mime is terribly painful duty" and
then he stopped, and saw how grave he
was
GA message from Mr.. Dawlish ?" I
gasped out.