The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1870-06-09

impatence-where is my cousin? What
is the matter ?"
Therewas dead silence. At last with
a groan, DR.. Gray spoke:
Paul, my poor fellow, bow can / tel
you ? Esther Is below there.
In the grotto?
I'm the grotto. CaR anything be done?'
The young man staggered. The glow
faded from his face, leaving hinhashy pale
For moment he stood irresolute, then he
reused himself, and the voice, though husk y
was firm:
1T is frightful place; still there is no
absolute danger if she keeps her presence
OF mind. | stayed there over a tide myself
once, just to see it. is your boat at homer
to one OF the fishermen.
Yes, sir.
."Fe.ch it round then as quickly pos
slblc. Then to DR.. Gray: Il shall row
out there opposite the entrance, and make
dive for it. If | come up inside it's all
right, and Ill see that no harm happens
to Esther till the water falls, and we can
get her out"
But, the risk. -
There is the risk of striking the arch as
| rise, that is all. I'm a good swimmer,
Doctor, as you know. | think it can be
done. You can guess, with a sort of nale
smile. "how | have been counting on this
meeting; and to leave her alone and fright
ened, and not go to her, is just impossible.
L shall manage it, never fear.
The boat came. They saw it rowed out.
Paul taking the bearings carefully, shifting
position once, and yet again, before satis-
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confident smile and nod, and clasped his
hands above his bead. \ splash and he
was gone, the water closed over him.
Within the cave, Esther watched the
strange, moving phantom which darkcned
the entrance. The splash reached without
startling her, bat in another second a flash
Ing object whirled down and inward, and,
rising, the waves revealed face, a white
face with wet hair. In tie pale, uneartly
glow, 1t wore the aspect Of death. 1t drew
nearer. She covered her face with her
hands. " as the sea giving up its dead,
that here, IN this fearful solitude, the vision
OF her drowned Paul confronted her, or was
she going mad?
Another second, and the hands we're
withdrawn. The peril, the excitement of
the past hour, strangeness and unreality of
the pot, combined TO kindle within her an
unnatural exaltation of feeling. fad she
not craved this? If they met as spirits in
this land OF spirits, was she to be afraid of
faui or shrink from him? No, thousand
times no.
The face was close upon her. With rap
ld strokes 1t drew near, q form emerged, it
was upon the rocks. With q shriek, she
held out her arms. Cold hands ciasped
hers, voice (did dead men speak p cried
'Queenle, Queenie !"
Ihe Old pet name! 1t was Paul's ghost.
but more the less Paul Il know you are
ssfd as6dei ffs her, said But fRR iRRe breast ap6n wk6
her cheek rested was throbbing with such
living puIsatlons that, half aroused, she be
gan to shudder in terrible blended hope
aud fear, and she shrank away from his
touch.
20 Paul are We both dead, or only you?
Is this the other world p
why, darling gently seating her on
the rock, you are in a dream. Wake up,
love. Look at me, Esther. | am not a
dead man, but your living Paul. Feel my
hand--lt is warm, you see. God has re
stored us to one another and now, if Iii;
mercy permits, we will never be parted
again.
Paul! PAUL. cried Esther, convinced
at last.
They were very happy. Prosy folk, conlC
they have looked in, would have seen onl.
two exceedingly wet young persons seateC
| h,gh up on rock y ledge, with recednE
waters ripping about their feet; but they
all agow with life and happiness, scarcel.
| knew of the laps of tine before the SHIN.
line of light appeared at the mouth Of th
cave.
With blessed tears streaming down he
cheeks, Esther had heard his story (hoy
picked up the sole survivor of that dreadful
wreck by an India-bound trader, her love
had lain unable to tell his name or story
and, in part recovered, started at once fo
home and landed in advance Of the letter
which told his safety. And so they ha
mid coral and tangle and almondine,
and as she heard the history OF his peril:
Esther c!asped the hand she held as if SD
never again could let it go.
That provident little Helen-bless he
heart !" builded better than she knew,
in providing such store OF damp sano
wiches and refreshing wine tor tho$
drenched and happy lovers. When at ia:
the receding tide opened again the rosk
gaze, duu llC NlGtd VI Tue stu tlilSCu VIII
rosy sunset, and Esther, aided by stron
arms, left rocky prison, it was with a glo
like the sunset upon her cheeks, and in he
eyes such radiance Of happiness that
fairly dazzled the forlorn, bedragged grou
above. Mrs. Gray embraced her fondl.
and fell incontinently into ft'ot long d
ferred Mysteries, The boys executed wa
dance of congratuIation, and Helen an
Isabel laughed and cried for joy. And
Esther turned with Paul for last look
the scene OF her deliveranee, the chime al
murmur of the sea seemed full Of bessiI
the blessing of the dear Lord who b:
ompassion upon her weakness, rcstoril
her to life, and to that life its lost JOY
With thankful heart she went away.
, So We left her.
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