The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1873-08-27

SA0ASA Sts'S '1 A~'N VI W pSt i'Il
with her. We were now but half
a mile apart. shouted till | was
hoarse, but all to no effect, for tho
wind was dead in oui secs. Moro
seemed to participate N my. OK
element, and strained every nerve
to overtakc the mare. We were
not more than two hundred yards
distant from TN sand bank
against which the waves were
dashing with unwontcd force. An
other second and the mare would
have passed the bank, BE- over
whelmed by the raging ~aters, ,aNd
all would be lost. l scroam,d ia
my agony. | thought | heard allow
wall in response. [ shut my eyes,
as | could not bear to look, but
opened them again Immediately,
as Moro gave whinny Of plea
sure. ."Ah ! what is that ?" The
marc had stumbled and thrown
Bessie, and then plunged wildly.
in her terror and fury into the
waves. In an instant | was along
side 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 4 few moments, which
seemed TO me an ago Of torture,
she opened her eyes and said,
family ::"Jack, my best beloved,
save yourself; the tide will be over
the bank in a second or two. Give
my love to dear papa" Then, cx-
haustcd, she fell back in a dead
faint. tore my hair in despair
| raved like a madman. What
could | do? At last | became
calmcr, for desperate resolve had
taken possession of me. Moro
should have Il double burden, and
we would try and outstrip the tide;
We would race with death. | soon
placed my darling across the sad,
die, and leapcd up behind her as
the first spray came flashing over
the bank. | knew not IN instant
was to be lost. We started for the
shore. d pattcd Moro. | said to
him, "Moro, you bore my father
through the ranks Of death at
Balaklava. Oh, save his son. 10
add to my agony now perceived
that q storm was impending. The
sky was overcast; heavy drops of
rain began to fall, and every now
and then a lurid fash lit up the
darling air. We were now but
two miles from the shore, and if I
could only reach the gorge in time,
| knew we were saved. called
again upon Moro. Tho noble horse
for the first time uttered signs OF
distress. A new terror now seized
me-would Moro's strength last
l turned and looked, and through
the binding rain saw, to my hor,
ror, that the sea was already
breaking over the bank. 1t would
be upon usalmost directly. Iurged
Moro on afresh, but the poor animal
appeared unable to increase bis
speed. Boom boom !. "Ah ! what
is that? Thank God, we have been
observed, and they arc Fastening
to our help! The signal-gun! "Mo.
70, 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
arc saved. "On Nor on! hear
the roar of the descending tide"
Once more l turned, and as the
J; thing flashed, | saw the wa.
t, raging and surging almost at
the horses heels. At that moment
Moro staggered. The sea was up
on US and over us. l heard O. ring.
ing in my cars. l gave one last
one agonizod shrick, and rcmem.
bored no moro.
l awokc and found mysolf in a
warm bed, surrounded by compass
sionate faces. Mr.. Clavering came
forward, You must not excite
yourself, my boy" he said. "Bes
sic is we'll"
"And Moro" | asked.
"Is we'll too," he said.
DO you want to know whether
married Bessie? If you dosg9 tc
Morecombe Bay, ask for the Haw
thorno's and maybe you'll see an
old black military charger, almost
bind, with two or three curly
headed little urchins on his back
all laughing and clapping thcil
hands as he carries them daintily
up and down the path.
"John," said a doating parent