The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1872-06-28
THE JOURNAL.
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But, screaming with mingled rage
and terror, she wrenched herself
away and fell down upon the floor
again.
81 shall be drowned! l shall be
carried over the falls!p was her pierc-
ing cry, mingled with tears and sobs
that wrung the heart of her lover
worse than the death hanging over
him.
Mary Rathbone bent over her
with bottle of salts.
"Pearl, Pearl, do be calml Take
these salts; there is still hope for us
all" she said earnestly.
go away, go away all of your
walled the voice. II shall be drown
ed, shall be drownedr'
Mary Rathbone turned away and
seated herself by my side; we drift
ed on in silence, and it seemed to us
as if the boat was gaiding speed.
Nathan Day finally succeeded in
drawing Pearls head to his shoul-
der, and, as he listened to her con
tinued cries aud lamentations, his
face looked old and worn in the
faint moonlight.
Presently Mr.. Vanderheyden came
toward us from the back part of the
boat. :
"Aha! good people, why so quiet?"
he said, with a boistrous laugh.
Lets have song or dance. Come,
Rosy" and he seized his wife's hand.
She shook him off as though he
had been reptile.
Kate lifted her face.
"Is he mad?" she cried, indig-
nantly.
"He ID drunk" said the wife, cold
ly; che is generally drunk in the
evening"
81 say, Rosy, let's have waltz"
continued the husband.
"Leave me, wretch!" said his wife,
finging him away with all her
strength.
"Cross, eh! cong to bite, chr
Haven't got anything ready to throw
at me, have your" snarled Oscar
vanderheyden, sinking into a seat.
"a nice vixen you are, my lady, but
I'll tame you yet" and the Intoxi-
Gated man began to droll out frag
ments ola rollicking drinking:song.
II say, Forsythe, what's the mat
ter with you" we heard Frank Ron
aids say at little distance.
"Oh, there he is! I've been won
dering where he could be! Work
ing at the engine, 1 suppose-hop-
ing against hope" said Ka5e, rising
and going toward the voices.
1 followed her. 1t had grown
dark, as the mist and clouds obscur-
ed the moon. "What is that?' 1
said, as stumbled over a PROSTATE
form; sis the man dead?'
"Only dead drunk" answered
Frank Ronalds, coming to meet us.
''Itis the assistant engineer; he and
Yanderheyden are about alike, only
this fellow got hold of the liquor
first"
Leaning against the side of the
boat, with his head buried in his
arms, we found Alleyne Forsythe.
30 Kate, is it you?" he cried inco-
herently. isn't it terrible? Isn't
lit frightful? And.there is no hope,
no hopew He trembled visibly,
and his face was ashy pale.
"Come, be a man, Forsythe," said
Frank Ronalds, shaking him vigor-
ously by the arm.
at is pure nervous excitement" :"
interposed Kate; "his high-strung
nature is more impressionable than
ours. He breads the danger not for
himself, but for us all, for-for me" :"
"That is it. For yoW," murmured
Alleyne, family.
81 knew it," said Kate. "Come,
Alleyne, come back with me. Let
us at least be together"
'That is it. Together" echoed
the trembling man.
At this moment the cries of Pearl
Brandegree seemed to increase in
violence. "We shall be carried over
the falls?" she shrieked over and
over again.
20 Kate, 1 cannot stand itr'
groaned Alleyne Forsythe, as these
words reached his ear. 20 Kate,
what shall we do? Is there no hope?'
and the tears ran down his pale
cheeks. Kate gave him her arm,
and together they went forward to
the cushioned seats.
ga regular coWard!' muttered
Frank, contemptuously, as we fol
lowed them.
Some time passed, and the mist be-
gan to rise little. l sat listening
to the sobs Of Pearl Brandegree, the
groans of Alleyne Forsythe, and the
erratic music of Oscar Vanderhey-
den-a strange medley, broken only
by Kate's endeavors to calm the agi-
tation Of her companion, and Nathan
Days words of comfort to the hys-
terical girl he held so tenderly
Mary Rathbone and Mrs. Wander
heyden sat silently IN the shadow,
and Frank Ronalds had mounted
the bow, and, with the sanguine hope
of youth, easily watched the rising
fog.
81 say, you people, how dull you
are2 "There's plenty of champagne
on board, let's all take a drink,
drawled Mr.. Vanderheyden, drollins
out something about "and dies a jol
| ly fellow"
at a0oW1d be a comfort" murmur.
ed Alleyne.
That's right. Let's go right
away now and take a good big drink
Al. If we've got to go over the
falls, let's have a jolly time of it,
said Mr.. Vanderheyden, rising un,
steadily.