Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1873-06-21

gorge| 1 touched Moro, and in O few
seconds we had reached it. 1t was q
fnghtful declivity, and the descent
seemed impossible; yet it was my only
chance, and I determined to make the
attempt. Carefully, and with great
caution, guided Moro, and after a few
moments of agonized suspense gained
the sands. I knew had only one
course before me to pursue the
mare, and then attempt to race the
tide. Moror' shouted; Moro!
we ride to save my lover Moro shook
himself as if he knew what tremend-
ors effort was demanded of him, and
settled down to his work. By this time
Bessie was quite half the distance to-
ward the sea. Would I reach her in
time? In order to tighten the weight,
l threw away my overcoat, my hat, coat
and waistcoat. called upon Moro;
he seemed to fly. We were gaining
upon the mare evidently, but still the
awful question rose to my lips, Would
it tie in time ?" I could already hear
the roar and surge of the waters, and
the rising wind warned me that the
tide would that morning probably ex-
ceed it's usual height. My blood was
thoroughly up. I determined to either
save my love or to perish with her. We
were now but half mile apart. I
shouted until I was hoarse, but all to
no effect, for the wind was dead in our
faces. Moro seemed to participate in
my excitement, and strained every
nerve to overtake the mare. We were
not more than two hundred yards dis
tant from the sand-bank, against which
the waves were dashing with unwonted
force. Another second and the mare
would have passed the bank, be over
whelmed by the raging waters, and all
would be lost. I screamed in my ago
ny. I thought I heard low wall in
response. I shut my eyes, as I could
not bear to look, but opened them again
Immediately; as Moro gave whinny
of pleasure. "Ah! what is that ?"
The mare had stumbled and thrown
Bessie, and then plunged wildly, in her
terror and fury, into the waves. In an
Instant I was alongside my love, had
dismounted and was kneeling by her.
"Bessie! Bessie! oh, my darling,
are you dead? Oh, speak to mel! Az
ter few moments, which seemed to me
an age of torture, she opened her eyes,
and said, family, "Jack, my best be-
loved, save yourself; the tide will be
over the bank in a second or two. Give
my love to dear papa Then, ex-
hausted, she fell back in q dead faint.
I tore my hair in despair; raved
like madman. What could 1 do? At
last l became calmer, for desperate
resolve had taken possession of me.
Moro should have double burden,
and we would try and outstrip the
tide; we would race with death! I
soon placed my darling across the sad
die, and leaped up behind her just as
the first spray came dashing over the
bank. I knew not an instant was to
be lost. We started for the chore. I
patted Moro. I said to him, "Moro,
you bore my father through the ranks
of death at Balaklava. Oh, save his
son.! To add to my agony, I now
perceived that storm was impending.
The sky was overcast; heavy drops of
rain began to fall, and every now and
then lurid fash lit up the darkling
air. We were now but two miles from
the shore, and if could only reach
the gorge in time, knew we were
saved. I called again upon Moro.
The noble horse for the first time ut
tered signs OF distress. new terror
now seized me-would Moro's stength
last? I turned and looked, and through
the binding rain saw, to my horror,
that the SEQ was already breaking over
the bank. 1t would be upon us al
most directly. urged Moro on afresh,
but the moor animal appeared unable
to increase his speed. Boom! boom!
"Ah! what is that t.? Thank God, we
have been observed, and they are hasten
ing 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 us. Another
hundred yards and we are saved. "On,
Moro, on! I hear the roar of the de-
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