Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1875-03-24
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| SpilnKled, showing DetWeen tnelr
ragged edges. Now and then a
column of moonlight would also
fall from one Of these riffs, and
cast brilliant radience on the
tossing water.
1t was a wild yet strangely beau
tifrl night, and a mingled feeling
OF awe and fear was mingled in Its
contemplation. The occasional
light enabled US to see how we lay,
and the sight waa rot a pleasing
one; for no person likes to see the
hugh waves curling and rushing
along, seemingly intent on submerg-
ing all Of tie Obstacles in its path.
Still, the Oran was a stanch,
trim vessel, that l knew there was
nothing to fear in the present state
Of sea and weather. l said this to
Rob, thinking that he referred to
this, but he shook his head in the
negative.
"It's not the Oran that is in dan
ger, but some one on board"
"Who, is in danger, Mr.. Harden
burg!" questioned sweet, woman
ly voice, that sounded like music
amid the howling and whistling Of
the wind.
We both turned our heads to
meet the questioning look of Miss
Nettie. She stood waiting for Pob's
reply, her 1.-the form bent slightly
to let the bulwark save it from the
wild sweep Of the wind.
"Mr. Hardenburg was talking
of presentiment," said I, answering
her.
"Oh! that was it2 I suppose you
think it odd that ! should come on
deck. Well, it is so close below
that 1 could not sleep, / would
come up and get some fresh air" /"
at is fresh enough here.' said
Rob: and you can have all you
wish. But about these PRESENT.
ments, Miss Nettie, / was telling
Harry that mine, II they were bad
generally came true"
"Then I hope you have no bad
ones now" she answered merrily.
His face grew very grave and
worn-looking, and there was nerv-
ous movement Of the mouth, that
seemed to tell Of pain, as he strove
to conquer some emotion that
struggled within him. AT last he
grew calm, though when he spoke !
his voice was hoarse and strange.
81 am sorry TO say that I have
bad ones, and more so, because |
they bode no good to one whom
hold dearest on earth" rHi
Miss Nettie's face grew pale,
then flushed hotly with color ere
she replied: "That is truly too
bad, Mr.. Hardenburg but perhaps
the person you hold so dear is safe
in her cosy home, and don't even
know of how the wind is blowing
out here" i
II wish she was, Miss Nettie,
but / know she is not. Even now
she is listening to the rush of this
nor'eastern, and so l have not that
consolation" aal 1Jr sa !
l"Indeed Is she, then, at sea r.
"She is. Oh, forgive me, Miss
Nettie, for speaking, but l. can't
help it. You are the dear one
the dearest one on earth to me,
and it is for your safety l fear. Oh,
my darlingl would to God you
we're in your home now" .s
His words had come rushing out,
deep, strong and fast, as soon as
the spell that held his tongue was
broken, and when his passionate
declaration was made, he hung his
head as il ashamed Of his words.
But there was no need, for the
soul of Miss Nettie was true and
Tomanly, and it knew and valued
! love like that Of Rob's at its true
value.
When she had found that It was
,he who was dearest on earth to
him, a glad light had come to her
Eyes, and a happy look stole swift
Y over her face. When he finish
ID speaking with that passionate
appeal, she held out both herhands
o him; but his head was turned
rom her, and he could not see
hem. hil" elh7 1hfs1po ui
He heard the one word she spoke,
thoueh, even with the wind roar
ng and surging about the ship