Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1873-02-06

gray band stretched along it. Seized with
anxious forebod,nge, sho paused.
Will it be fair 2" she asked of Father
LNcas, tho cow.herd. "What sort of
night will they have over bv tue Thunder
Rocks and the White Mare and in tho
oiing? ?"
Father Lucas in turn scanned the hori.
zon. Z
"Fine-Anguille is q good boat" sale he,
and passed on with his COWS.
ut is the wind" thought Jeanne, 40
Ange by An unconscious movement GOV er.
ed bis fort with her apron. "It is the
wind God be mcrciful to us p Then she
entered the house.
At ten O'clock gusts began to blow. The
wa veg moaned piteously. Jeanne could
not sleep. But neither tho moaning Of
wind nor wave could disturb Ange as ho
lay wrapped snugly in his little cradle.
Lis mother struck 4 light. One is not 50
much frightened when QUO can SEQ clear
iy. Then it seems as if any one could do
anything.
aThe wind! O my God! the wind, y
cried Jeanne. ''B ut Ut any rate Fanor is
with them."
Then, as everything creaked and moan.
ed around her, she fell into q slight slum.
Der. She saw tho great sea with it's
trisht!u] CULTS, its white y&wning mouth,
its threatening rocks, and its deccitfui
shoals. She saw her child on the beach
splashing tho water with his naked foot,
Sho saw the little wooden shoe which had
been wrecked. Then she heard the voice
Of Ange murmuring, " I'll make Storm"
Jeanne trembled.
Then, az the roof Of the cottage moved
and creakcd, she remembered how the
waves had entered the little shoe.
All at once, she rose up and took Ange,
fast asleep, in her arms. 1t was raining
hard, and the wind blue strongly. She lit
o lantern a sudden gust put it out, and
she was lett in the darkness. But the surf
made so much noise that it served as q
guide. Sho reached the beach in safely.
"Ange! o Ange! if Fiue. Anguillo has
perishedp'
The belfry Of Larmor stood back in the
sombre night, and tho sea dashed its white
foam at the very steps of the church.
Jeanne seated herself on the damp sill
and wrapped Ange in her cloak, waited
with Longing eyes, counting every wave.
Slowly the day broke, and the storm
abated US the sun rose. It shone first On
the fortress of Port Louis, then along the
rest Of the coast: ard Jeanne saw the
little wooden shoe broken among the peb.
bles-" Broken and yet so light it ought
to have Aoated
Then Jeanne saw the Fine. .Anguille.
Her sa,l was REM and tattered. Her
broken mast hung half in the wator. All
that could be hoped that they would com.
in with tho tide, and that JACQUES would
be able to avoid the rocks. Perhaps they
still preserved their oars. AS she listened
she thought she heard them striking On
the row-locks; bu: no, it was the wind.
The broken mast might still serve to hold
them of the rocks: Already she could
hear Fanor's voice. But On the heayine
plain her glance could barely follow the
little craft. Finally as sudden gust blew
atresh, it disappeared altogether.
Jeanne closed her eyes. And when thew
re~opened, jacques and Fanor were beside
her. Jacques was pale; Fanor, with red
distended nost1ils, and painting, shook the
water from his shaggy coat.
SWELL" said Jacques, "we have been
very unlucky! We beat all night against
the wind. wished to come in last night
after We had doubled the citadel; knew
it would blow. But the fool of Parisian
would see the oifing! He is dead now.
God have mercy on him! l have never
worked SO hard in oil my life! To light
en- tho boat, he wanted me to drown F:,nor.
And when he saw the hyeaka ha would
jump overboard to swim. Fanor went
after him and brought him to the gun.
vale; and while l was lending him a
hand, we all went into the water together.
Holy Mother! How did lay about me.
1 caught plank. 'Ho]d en-" Fanorv
said I. But Fanor had left the stranger
and had seizod me by the collar. And 20
he's no dog; he is almost a manv'
"And the Fine 'Angui!lo?' said Jeanne.
She will come in with the tide. She
is as light as wooden shoe."