American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1875-10-09

dashed to the side, and only one of then
was alive; and for bit no one moved
everybody being stunned-like with horror
but there came lull, and feeling that tn
steamer was sinking under our feet
shouted out to the boys to come on, ant
we ran to the last boat, climbed in, an,
were casting off, when happened to catcl
sight of the women dashed under the bul
warks there.
"Hold hard!" roars, for saw one o
them wave her hand.
Come on, you fool" shouts my mate
she's going DOWN.
/ pray l may never be put to it agaiI
like that, with all mans selfish desir
for life fighting against him. For a mo
ment shut my eyes, and they began t.
lower; but was obliged to open then
| again, and as l did so 1 saw white
scared face, with long, wet hair clinginl
round it, and a pair of little white hand
| were stretched out to me as if for help.
Hold hard!" shouts
"No, no." roared two or three, "thert
isn't a moment;" and as the boat was beine
lowered from the davits l made a Jump
caught the bulwsrks with my haads, Aal
climbed back on board just as the boa
kissed the water, was unlocked and
floated away.
Then, as crept, hand-over-hand, to the
girls side, whipped out my knife, and wae
cutting her loose, while her weak arms
chung to me, felt a horrible feeling OF
despair come over me, for the boat was
leaving us; and knew what a coward
was at heart, as had to fight with myself
so as not to leave the girl to her fate and
leap overheard to swim for my life. got
the better of it, though-went down on my
knees SO as not to see the boat, and got the
poor, trembling, clinging creature loose.
Now, my lass" / says, "Quick''-
and I raised her uphold on by the
side while I make fast a rope around
you"
And then l stood up to hail the boat
the boat as warn't therefor in those
brief moments she must have capsized,
and we were alone on the sinking steam
er, which now lay in the trough of the sea.
As soon as got over the horror of the
feeling sort of stony despair came over
me; but when I saw that pale, appealing
face at my side looking to me for help
that brought the manhood back, and in
saying encouraging things to her l did
myself good.
My first idea was to make something
that would float us, but gave that up d.
rectly, for could feel that was helpless !;
and, getting the poor glrl more into shell
ter, took a bit of tobacco in a sort of
otOliu anu sat 0OWA WIFI d COTk llIe-
buoy over my arm, one which had cut
loose from where it had hung forgotten
behind the wheel
But never used it, for the storm went
down fast, and the steamer floated still,
waterlogged, for three days, when we were
picked up by passing vessel, half-starved
but hoping. And during that time my
had told me that she was the
attendant of one of the lady passengers on
board; and at last when we parted at the
Cape she kissed my hand and called me
her hero, who had saved her life-poor
grimy me, you know.
We warr't long, though, before we met
again, for somehow we'd settled that we'd
write; and a twelve-month after Mary was
back in England, and my wife. That's
why l said took her like out of the hands
of death, though in a selfish sort of way,
being far, you know, from perfect. But
what 1 say, speaking as Edward Brown,
stoker, is this: Make a good fight of it,
no matter how black things may look, and
leave the rest to HING. Manrtue Fem,
in CasselPs Magazine.