The weekly Oskaloosa herald. [volume] (Oskaloosa, Iowa) 1855-1885, 1873-06-12

usual height. Ny blood was thor
oughly up. I determined to either
save my love or die with her. w.
were now but hal mile apart.
shouted until l was hoarse, but al
to no effect, for the wind was dead il
our faces. Moro seemed to partici
pate in my excitement, and strained
every nerve to overtake the mare
We were not more than two hundred
yards distant from the sand bank,
against which the waves were dash
ing with unwonted force. Another
second and the mare would have
passed the bank, be overwhelmed by
the raging waters and all would be
lost. | screamed in my agony. !
thought heard low wall in re.
sponse. l shut my eyes, as 1 could
not bear to look, but opened them
again Immediately, as Moro gave a
whinny of pleasure. "Ah, what is
that ?" The mare had stumbled
and thrown Bessie, and then plung-
ed wildly on, in her terror and fright
into the waves. In an instant was
alongside my love, had dismounted,
and was kneellng by her. "Bessie,
Bessie, oh, my darling, are you
dead ? Oh, speak to me, speak to
me-" After few moments which
seemed to me an age of torture. she
opened her eyes and said .aintly:-
"Jack, my best beloved, save your
self, the tide will be over the bank
in moment or two. Give my love
to dear papa" Then, exhausted,
she fell back in a dead faint. tore
my hair in despair. l raved like a
madman. What could ! do ? At
last / became calmer, for desperate
resolve had taken possession Of me.
Moro should have a double burden
and we would try and outstrip the
tide; we would race with death. I
soon placed my darling across the
saddle, and leaped up behind her
just as the first spray came dashing
over the bank. l knew not an in
slant was to be lost. We started
for the shore. l patted Moro. l
said to him, "Moro, you bore my
father through the ranks of death at
Balaklava. Oh, save his son !" To
add to my agony, l now perceived
that storm was impending. The
sky was overcast, heavy drops OF
rain began to fall, and every now
and then lurid flash lit up the dark.
ling air. We were now but two
miles from the shore, and if / could
only reach the gorge in time, | knew
we were saved. / called again upon
Moro. The noble horse for the first
time uttered signs of distress. A
new terror now seized me-would
Moro's strength last? 1 turned and
looked, and through the binding
rain, saw to my horror, that the sea
was already breaking 1ver the bank.
1t would be upon us almost directly.
l urged Moro on afresh, but the poor
animal appeared unable to increase
his speed. Boom, boom. "Ah
what is that? Thank God, we have
been observed, they are Fastening
to our help!" The signal gun
"Moro, my Moro, but few seconds
longer ]" We tore along. Bessie
still lay insensible in my arms. The
cliffs now rose frowning before u.s.
Another hundred yards and we are
saved. Con, Moro, on! Ihear the
roar of the descending tide" Once
more 1 turned, and as the lightning
flashed, saw the waters raging and
surging almost at the horses heels
At that moment Moro staggered
The sea was upon and over us.
heard ringing in my ears. / CAV
one last agonized shrek, and remem
bered no more.
l awoke and found myself in ,
warm bed, surrounded by compass
sionate faces. Mr.. Clavering cam'
forward. "You must not excit'
yourself, my boy" he said, 'Bessi'
is WE'LL"
"And Moro ?" I asked.
SIS we'll too," he said.
Do you want to know whether
married Bessie ? If you do, 60 t
Morecombe bay, ask for the Haw
thornes, and maybe you'll see an oil
black military charger, almost blind
with two or three curly-headed littl
urchins on his back, all Laughing
and clapping their hands as he Cal
ries them daintily up and down tn
path.