The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1874-01-28
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Out of the w aVes.;
:, BY JACK RATLIN..

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A great lake, one Of the chain, OF
finland seas which part Of our coun-
atry from the Canadian Dominion,
lay sbining'under the rays Of the
descending, sun. la littlevillage
nestled on the, western shore of, an
ample bay Sudden with green is
lands; and on the point at the en-
france to the BAY; ii the shade 81
the strange old.fashioned light
house,; q woman, stood = looking
dreamily out, tosea,i with that far
away, preoccupied expression which
we see in those whose thoughts are
not upon the scene before them,
W!A beautiful gill !N Not TIE beat:
ty of perfect regularity Of feature,
but the beauty Of heart and mind.
Such a face az we trust ia, no naat:
ter what befalls, the face of, a good
and pure woman. ,,,,.t
ia quick step Stirred the grass
behind her, and another woman
came out of: the lighthouse and
stood beside her. A dark, gypsy;
looking creature, one who would
not have looked SO much out Of
place in the front Of some great
battle. "A great soul, warped by
passion aud marred by PRIDE ,."t@
g You, are ,waitipg7for the, Float
ing Feather" she said, ~ on are
waiting for the last glimpse, q
your husband, INellis' Warden Do >, !,
u ssFlor4 ther lost glimpse, Sarah. p
said the other, turning g. quick
glance upon the face Of the speak.
er; aThFe II laspt; a'p;,v vwJhaatt sdso' sS0u
"Yor, viii see him for the last
tipae when thssehoonerle leavesPort,
hissed Sarah Bolton, "a shade OF
terrible passion crossing her face.
"Oh, you little know my, heart.
You little know, that when you
stoleMbut waltz wait until the
schooner sails, and then I Will tell
vou."' aa, 20 rnja-"a" .t"'''"N"'1'
y"There she comes," cried Nellie,
taking. o.. out her handkerchief:
E"There is Archie on the lee. rail-"
There ,came,a rushing sound as
Eof the wings Of a great bird, and 9
swift schooner" dashing the water
from her sharp prov, came down
the bay, heading out into the lake.
On the rail, holding by the four.
rattlins, was a handsome young
fellow, with: curling, brown hair:
Eand deep-blue eyes,swho waved his
hat and shouted a ,good-byest to Mel:
| lie, as the, schooner passed !; and
the look Of love in his face was re:
fected' III that. of his wife. And
Sarah Bolton set herteeth together
with a clinking sound, while hel
fhands opened and closed convul
tsively. Neither spoke for some
moments, until the schooner was
so far away that,they could no lon
ger see the figure of Walter Var
| lden. ..,f,r,s in. .,.-,..i....aa,
"Ah, cry away, you silly fool
Missed Sarah. "Y6u will never SCI
him again, unit" they carry hi
body up the beach to, a grave o.
the hilliyonder." 81 ]. - ''.,',
'..Sarah !" .'..J 49,. +..... T. '..''',.'
eBah; why do you take the in
|:iured tone with me, when you knew
1well that you robbed me of th'
love of. Walter Warden 2 I hav'
never forgotten, and I shall never
forgive, until I see him dead am
cold on the sandy, shore. .-
II never knew that you cared TO
him, Sarah," sobbed Nellie. g. y. '.'
"False! You knew it-no on
SO we'll as you-thatI wershippe'
the earth be trod, for hia sake: Blu
you came with your; ,simperinl
, dolls face and baby ways, and
was forgotten. He loved me wei
enough before, There; [ hav
said my say, and shall speak n
moreLexcept this: I have had
vision of the coming time. am
Walter Warden is to die before
, week passes. .r.-Tt .*'T'''I e. o. .
She turned and darted into tn
lighthouse unheeding the plainti!y
call of Nellie, and the young wifi
turned away with deadly sicknei
at the heart.~ Sarah Bolton had
3 strange reputation along that shor'
Few could be found who did ne
believe that she was gifted beyon
y common mortaIs With the power t
e look into the future and delve OF
J, its secrets Some said she inheri
}: ed the gift from hergypsy mother
but be that as it may, Nellie respe
tied this power in her. She kne
THAT it was foolish; but woman ]
.. after all, weak and credulous
regard>to signs and warnings; an
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