Rapides gazette. (Alexandria, La.) 1869-187?, 1873-06-14

the preparations for the lunch baskets
and Of course Il was not to be thought
that, Mrs. Mayne's hampers should no
exceed all the rest. And when the ap
pointed morning dawned IN warmest sun
shine, the hay-carts loaded with laughte
and beauty, and the old wagons with ag'
and sobriefy and v:ands, all trundlet
Idowp to the sands together, and the grea
sea was greeted with q free translation o
| the old Greek shout. ssThere she Is =
| said the senior Mr.. Riyes. 'sThe tarna
critteri Lying outdoors ali night, and
singing to herself, and ready to crush thu
bones Of the first man she lays handl
oni" Then the parties dispersed them
selves the children tended the fires with
drift-wood; the matrons made the chow
der the lovers sat among the sand-hills
There were races ana games and strolling!
on the shore, and when the half-tide came
at sunset there was bathing. fg 4F
Mr.. Monteith sat some, way cut on q
low ledge of rocks by himself, watching
the tide play in and out among the purple
assures and turn tiny. wheel he had
whitfield from q chip and set up there
and he did not appear to take much inter
est In the human part of the scene til
Rosy Mayne came dancing along among
the lads and lasses who were going In,
and with her bare white feet, streaming
hair, her laughing face, and her pretty
bathing dress, looking lovlier than any
sea-nymph that ever swan, he thought
joining hands and running boldly down
to the edge of the creaming wave.
" Rosy 7" cried Mr.. Monteith, |" this un.
der-tow u too strong for any Of your dar.
ing pranks: there's nothing but q shark
can swim In it, But Rosy did not choose
to hear, and Mr.. Monteith deliberately
took of his shoes and coat, and watched
her. And not moment too soon, for all
at once her head had disappeared; she
had gone down, had risen again with a
great cry, and then, as If giant hand
had reached and snatched her out to sea
while the others scrambled up the shore,
there was nothing Of her to be seen but
her floating hair way out on the farther
crest of the surf.
But at the first cry there had been a
bound through the air of the figure on
the ledge of rocks, and Mr.. Monseith was
after her. So strong was the under-tow
that 1t seemed but moment to those who
waited breathless on the beach before he
had reached and grasped her. But then
came the dreadful struggle for the shore.
he had the girl en- his shoulders, and he
fought his best, but twice he was beaten
of. The third time he caught the rope
the others had waded far out to throw
him, succeeded in getting it about them
both, and was dragged to shore with her
at last more dead than alive. -
Of course they did not wait for any
night fires or dancing on the beach after
this; but as soon as the halfdrowned
people could be dried and warmed the
horses were put in, George Rives cursing
his luck as he buckled straps and girth,
Mr.. Mayne pushing him about as if he
werea worthless little boy, and crying
and swearing between whiles, crying for
Rosy's sake and swearing for. Georges,
and the whole party hurried on their
homeward way. And It would be hard
to say how badly Rosy behaved that night
as they went along. Perhaps she felt .
chain tightening round her, and rebclled.
sIf you want me to prevent your hinging
yourself out of the hay-cart, Rosy, ," Mr..
Monteith said at last, ssyou must come on
this side" And then for the first time she
saw that the great waves from which he
had saved her, In their white and foaming
onslaught on the sands and ledges, had
broken his arm. But she did not say a
WOf0. SR0 OQlY OcQHn 10 sing LQc R8ycSJ
and sweetest SONGS she could remember.
tborIcb ma knew he mint he nearly mint
inc With fbe pain. 'BtIt N soon as the
hsv-cart st0ppedl at the lower est6 she
sprano ont. ana ran M the garden and
round the ward to the barn. and had
thrown the saddle on the fillv In the
moonlight, and without waiting for help,
and was gallopinQ for the doctor as fast as
the filly could carry her, aOh oh %
said she that night, as her tired mother
slept soundly In the armchair. and she
herself sat wettine the cool bandaees on
the aching arm. r7eTo think that Il was
hurt SO for me g', ~ 81
ssRosy.'' said Mr. Montcith. smiling
through his pain, shat arm Is always for
you." And Rosy laid her face down BE-
side it and cried. 4 ass y o l.-lds 4 h.
ssIs this the way You're keeping of
fever, Rosy p cried her mother, waking
opportunely. ssYou 70 right away to bed
this moment ~ And Rosy went. ~
1t was strange accident, but IL 20 hap
pened that Rosy was not once again alone
with the lover who had broken his arm
for her until he was well enough to come
down stairs. Mrs. Mayne, Of course, was
on the spot whenever she was wanted,
and 50 Was the hired girl, while Farmer
Mayne developed the most surprising