The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1873-05-15
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But you shall !" he cried, his face
gathering passion and insolance at the
unaccustomed thwarting of his will. : 1t
is my duty to save your life, my glrl.and
[ must do it in my own way.
4 cry of fear and despair broke from
the lips of Babette as she looked at
the face confronting her-a face whose
hard and cruel lines a life long submis
sion to rules and decency had only
deepened. Those lines, distorted now
losing the sanctimonious smirk that was
their wont, revealed as on map very
william.
God help me u she said, and turn
ed to Aee-whither2 To fling herself
into the waves and be carried out to the
great hungry depths beyond !? Death
was not a pleasant thing for young
girl TO contemplated young girl full
of rosy life, just lifting her bosum-like
head to look at the world. There was
good deal to love, after all. 10 the
world, with all its shadows ; and there
was Tom. Tom was no shadow. But
Babette did not hesitate for one instant.
She had some of the old Puritan blood
in her veins. or, perhaps, some of good
martyrs when need was. She would
have died rather than submit to be saved
by this man.
At that moment, as she turned away,
glarcing with Lespairing and fearful
eyes over the encroachibg waste, Wis
ion seemed to pass before them; their
blue eyes diated, gathered sudden CLEAN
and light. A little boat manned by a
single oarsman, rounded the corner oil
the island.
The school master saw it also. He
delayed not an instant. but plunging
with his horse into the seething waters,
made his struggling way toward the
further shore. For oarsman was sailor
Tom. and with cry Babette, dripping,
trembling, spraDg into his outstretched
arms.
Tom, with his sunbrowned face, his
bropzed hands, with the blue anchor
pricked on the back-Tom was borr
sailor" as Aunt Marget had often de
clared but the lad loved home too
especially when home meant Babette
He had come home to tell her gool
sws; he was to be first mate on hi
| next voyage. He had lifted the late!
hastily, intending to give her glad sur
prise. Cold disappointment, unexpeot
ed blank! there he only found aunt Mar
get, just returned by the hill road, anC
half distraught to find Babette still alb
sent. Tom had not staid an instant. III
knew Babette' haunts well he compre
hended her possible danger.
There was a gay supper party tina
night in Aunt Marget's kitchen, ant
Tom and Babette sat side by side
while the storm wept away its fury with
out.
The last stone of that old hut ha
gone under by this time, / reckon, salt
Tom listening.
Glad OF it, was the savage com
ment of Aunt Marget, while she poured
out a hot cup of tea for Babette
Crazy old place no use to nobody
and Babette would always be hankerin!
after it and haunting 1t as long as it hun!
together. y
Il shouldn't haunt it much ate
this, | think" said Babette. with
sbiyer. =" l shall have to hunt up neY
places -
1T all comes of your havin' furrir
blood in your veins added the Of,
Ell now every unIe you are out OF m.
sight, an lookin' after you the hull bless
ed time -
- | can't consent to your being both
erel IN that manner, aunty, at your tim,
of ife," said Tom. benegolcntly. Sc
shall take Babette out of your way mex
voyage. The cap'n's willipg-and sh,
does need looking after"
Bless my soul ~ said Aunt Marget
lifting up both her hands; you're in
hurry, amt you? Well. well, l say moth
in agin it, if Babette doesn't see ner wa,
clear to better herself.
Babette sat silent, smiling rosiIy.
And, aunty.' added Tom, demurely
you may cut up that white dress o
Babies for pillow-slips, if you choose
I've another for her in my bigswooder
chest aboard
" Babette's too high spereted to take
a gift from any Urinary morrill," sale
Aunt Marget, CURLY, remembering with
lingering regret her ambitious hopes il
regard to Professor PEBBLES.
This will be her wedding dress, you
know" said Tom; and she won't want
two"