Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1875-05-29
NO. 1913.
Vales aud Sketehss.
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WE'LL DONE.
CONTINUED FROM YESTERDAY.

hNI, uld ustIcu uOt SiiHCt dL ultu Us Ut
sat in that dcathly silence, his chest beav-
ing with violent emotion.
"It you are capable Of such love as you
speak Of she went ON with cutting en-
phasis in his long silence, would your
own mother and sister be toling in pow
erty, while you are living among us IA gen
Hemdn?'
"Ilush,' he said slowly as he rose. with
a suppreS-e passion in his seadiast ewes.
lyon have said enough to Kill my hope;
more than You will care 10 recall in the
! years to come Only in rare sweet mo-
ments have | ever dreamed that YOU Sonld
accept my love when you knew all, what
ever you may have been 10 me before but
| never dreamed that from yonr lips could
come such words OF cruel contempt. |
will say nothing of their truth or falsehood
| 1t is enough for me that you can believe
| them.n
The Spring sunshine still streamed
through the old window, but it touched
| the white brave face no longer. The slow
step died below upon the pavement, and
| as each echo fell heavily on Alice's heart,
she longed to cry aloud. +
"lf | had been prepared" she sighed
wearily, "or if had really been what he
has thought me, | should haye-have said
it differently" @
81 think. mother, she whispered that
evening. when her mother wondered at her
wan face, it would do do me good to 90
back to Lianvriar for little time.
promised to do so if / could. viii you let
me 60 at once?"
SO the next morning Alice went.
| A little of the old color had come back
to Alice's cheek, and little of the old
| lightness to her, step, before she had been
many days at Llanvriar. But she knew
it was not the sea-air only which had
brought them back. Sir Bulkley Gwynne
was at home now, and on the very first
evening of her arrival she had heard
Owens story from him. Thinking over
this story as the generous old Squire had
told it, Alice ielt a great change had come
over all her thoughts of Owen.
"When l 90 home again. she mused in
silent happiness, II shall see him and
speak to him once more. And, then, per-
haps-" The words died here but it was
plain that Alice, though she had longed to
come, was looking forward already to this
going home. And more than ever now
she stood beside the window overlooking
Ferrybank, and gazed with anxious loving
eyes on Owens home.
lit strikes me, Miss Hope" remarked
Mr.. Gwynne. coming up to her at this
window one day, ''ihat you are not to
leave Llanvriar without seeing a storm at
sea. You say You have never seen one in
your life"
Never" answered Alice, shuddering
unconsciousy.
"Well, think my uncle's prognostic of
this evening is likely to be verified he al
ways breads this southwest wind. am
going across to Ferrybank to see how
things are looking, for the gale increases
fast. and threatens to be violent" .e
'ls there a life-boat on the coast" asked
Alice, late that night, when she and Mrs.
Gwynne sat listening to the wind as it
rumbled through the trees, and moaned Of
its own dark deeds upon the sea. o4A
"Yes; it was one Of Sir Bulkley's gem
erous gifts to Ferrybank, and many a life
has been saved already. We have one of
the ablest crew in Britain, so we always
say, ready to 60 out at minutes notice.
Don't look so frightened, dear. Shall we
go to bed ?"
"Oh, MOI" pleaded Alice .'let us wait
for Mr.. Gwynne. ltis too terrible night
for sleep or rest" e7
Down upon the shore at Ferrybank
| ",
against the wind, and blinded by The spray
which dashed in showers to the wild shore.
Gazing-gazing out into the darkness
which hid the hungry sea, they waited
while the wide doors OF the life boat house
were unlocked and the great boat wheeled
down to brave the storm. Amid all the
mightier sounds Sir Bulkley Gwynne's
voice rose clear and sharp, as watching
the trained crew taken down their life
belts, he counted them rapidly.
Zone is misslng-Hughes Where is
Hughes?' taf
No one had seen Hughes, but half 4
hundred voices called his name now.
His place must be supplied" the
Squire shouted sharply and distinctly.
I'VE dare not delay one second"
A young man, who had been active
and prompt in his help. came into the
light of the lamp which Sir Bulkley held.
II am ready, Sir Bulkley let me go.
You know that an oar is no new toy to
me. If you refuse me l shall take out
my fathers boat. Listen. Could stay
upon shore here while the drowning plead
for help? In the rockets light, saw the
life-boat from the brig put out, and know
it could not pull through such a sea as
this. Let me 90, Sir Bulkley.
AS he spoke. the Baronet, raising the
lamp which he was placing in the boat.
saw in his face the steady bravery which
was so plain in his low quick tones.
Vaughan | did not know you were
here. trust you in this as have trusted
you before. Go. if you think it we'll"
"Thank God p said Owen, softly, as
the Squire wrung his hand.
Amid the cries and prayers of the ex.
cited crowd, the strong, swift boat
put out upon the dangerous surf, and all
eyes followed its light as it rose and fell
upon the waves, and slowly neared the
other faint white light which glowed on
the masthead of the struggling vessel.
Only five miles from shore the brig
would be, and now and then distinctly
seen in the blazing OF the rockets yet
how the lights reeled and tossed and
would not meet!
"Sir Bulkley. I've been i'll for weeks.
Sir, the one member of the crew who
had been absent when the life-beat start
ed, came painting breath!essly upon the
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