Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1875-03-11
Ghildren's department.
A STORM AT SEATTLE RESCUE.

A SEA-lnE hESCUEs
"Mother, you will let me go?" A terrible
storm is sweeping along the wild coast of
North Devonshire. The plymouth life boat
is prepared to make its way to foreign ves-
sci, which, at some short distance from the
land, is showing signs of dire distress. The
life.boat crew is complete, with the exception
of one man. Young Will Carew, Dyn-
mouth fisher lad, and an expert sailor, is Of
fering to fill the place. At first, he bends
down gently to woman, who stands beside
him on the dreary shore, and it is his clear,
brave voice that we hear above the raging Of
the storm.
"Mother, you will let me go?''
The mother has been a widow only six
short months. Her husband was fisherman
He put out one bright day last spring, for the
last time, in fishing boat, upon delusve-
ly calm sea. A sudden squall came on bro
ken fragments of the boat were seen next
morning on the beach, but the fisherman re-
turned no more to home and love. And now
the son asks permission to brave the horrors
of the sea, which his father found so pitless.
A fierce, passionate refusal rises to the wo-
mans lips But her sad eyes move slowly to-
ward the distressed vessel ; she thinks of the
many loved lives in jeopardy within it; she
thinks, with sudden pang of agonised pity,
of many distant dear homes in peril of be-
reavement. She turns to the boy, and her
voice is calm and courageous as his own
&C., my son. And may God Almighty 60
with you, and bring you safe back to your
mothers heart"
Hurriedly she leaves the beach hurriedly
seeks her desolate home, and alone she wres-
ties with the pain of her old sorrow and her
new fear.
Morning dawns again. The storm has
spent itself. Sullenly the waves are tossing
their naughty heads, but the seas worst fury
is over at last. A gallant vessel has gone
down upon the waters, but the plymouth
life-boat has nobly fulfilled its noble task,
and all hands on board the vessel have been
saved.
Why does young Will Carew linger in hes
itation outside his mothers door? Bravest
of the brave he has shown himself through
out the night Why does he shrink from the
proud welcome that awaits him from the
heart nearest his own?
Beside him stands a tall, worn mana
man whom he has rescued from water grave; +;
man whose eyes, full Of tenderness, never
leave his own. Around the two throng Dyn.
mouth villagers; many hands are thrust to-
ward the man in happy recognition.
"Who will dare to tell her?" So speaks a
voice we'll nigh choked with emotion.
81 will" And Will Carew makes his way
through the awe-struck crowd. Another mo-
ment, and he is in his mothers arms. He
feels and knows, for the first time, the whole
depth of that wondrous maternal love, which
Love Omnipotent has chosen as its best earth
ly token.
"Mother, listen. I have a tale for your
ears. May God teach me how to tell it right.
One of the men saved last night was Dyn.
mouth fisherman" The boys voice is soft
and grave, but it is evident that he steadies it
only with strong effort.
"a fearful storm had overtaken him upon
the sea, one day not many months ago. He
was observed and saved by foreign vessel.
The vessel was outward bound. Away from
home, from wife, from kindred, the man was
forced to sail and by wife and kindred he
was mourned as dead. He arrived at the yes.
sells destined port only to set sail again with
the first ship bound for England. Last night
he found himself within sight of home; but
wild storm was raging on land and sea, and
once more the man stood face to face with
terrible DEATH Help came in his need hel p
God sent, God directed. And"
The boy breaks down now. On his knees,
by his mothers feet, he clasps her hands con-
vulsively in his, and his voice comes only
through his thick sobs:
Mother, darling, try to bear the happy
truth. When your brave heart-a heart
which, in the midst of its own sorrow, could
feel for the sorrow of others, sent me forth
last night to the succor of the distressed, you
knew not-how should you know ?-that you
sent me to the rescue of my dear fathers life.
God gave him to me. God has given him,
mother, back to our grateful love-"
Not another word is spoken. Locked in
each others arms, mother and son pour out
their hearts in flood of unspeakable happy
tears.
A step is heard the rescued man stands by
his own freside, remembering with deep emo
ton, that his place there has been won for
him by the skill and courage of his son.
With cry of wild Joy, the mother rushes
upon her husbands breast
Ali Love, supreme, unutterable! Strange,
indeed, are the paths through which thy di-
vine wisdom leads thy children to pure hap.
piuess In mute reverence we bow before
the mighty Tenderness which crowns and
blesses earthly love.-OHve Leaf.
THE VIoLINIsT AND THE OLD SOLDIER
An old soldier who had been disabled in the
wars, and who no longer had any means of