The Morning herald., 1876-09-21
ANNIE MARSHALL'S DESTINY
BY FRANCES ACTON.
CHAPTER II.
MARRIED
Married! married! and not to mo!
In 1t A dream? or can 1t be?

married! mArrlcu! Auu AVe w AA0'
Is 1t a dream? or can 1t be?
Itwas with straining eyes and aching
hearts that those about watched the de-
scent of the basket with their brave COM
rsde in it, for every moment increased the
dagger to life and limb. The cable was
slsckening, the timbers of the devoted YES
sci parting and cracking, and many heart
felt prayer went up for his safety and the
reservation of those he went to save.
Joan hid her face on Annie's insensible
form, and tried to shut out all sight and
hearing till time enough had passed to
make suspense into certainty either for
good or ill.
"Don't touch her; let her alone" she
said to those who would have tried to re-
vive the unconscious girl. "She'll rouse
soon enough; it'll only be to hear that he's
gone from us forever"
"Dont say that, Aunt Joan," said a lad
at her side who held up lantern. "Uncle
Matthew'll come back to us, never fear.
Hurrah they're pulling again Easy now,
lads! altogether p
And, joining his fresh young voice to
swell the shouts that rang On every side, he
laid to with will and helped pull up the
basket once more. Very slowly now; it
was the last time they would pull any one
up out of that doomed wreck, and they
sadley hoped that they might all be there.
A dozen willing hands seized the edge OF
the cradle, as last vigorous pull brought
itup to their feet, and fifty voices cried
out "Well done, Matthew" But a stranger
stepped out. There was no Matthew there
Two sailors, and the insensible body lol
David Bailey, sorely cut and bruised, but
not their brave com panion. "Where is he?
where is he?" they cried unanimously, as
the tw0men stood unhurt among them
and Jonathan Batley's son was laid tender
ly on tarpaulin till they could carry him
away.
"On beard" replied one of the sailors
He wouldn't come ;::said he could swim.
lie bid us care we'll for the lad there; said
his folk were waiting for him up here."
Swim in such q sea ?" said the men
Impossible! down with the basket, mates;
itmay be in time yet"
NO." said the sailor who had last come
up "twould be only surer death. The
dood lntents broke her back on those
cursed N rocks. and your tackle wont hold
Even as he spoke there was crash be.
low them, aud the hawser hung limp and
loose over the rock.
"Oh, Matthew, Matthew p why did you
gotoyour death and leave me all alone p
Don't say that ma'am," said one of the
rescued men; please God we'll save him
yet; lie can swim, you ssy~ 81
u, Like fish," said two or three voices.
AND the currents setting right in, and
lnere,s Inc soft beach at Pleady. There's hope
yet Jeanp'
You stay here" said coastguardsm an
70 70. the dripping sailor, who was for scram-
bling off with the rest to the place indicat-
eo; you've had enough for one night, ]
reckon"
"pme none the worse, now I've had q
pun at your brandy" he answered, "and il
s1ant ~ be said that Bill Dawson, of the
uood Intent left anyone to die after he
1wed his life to them. Keep up heart, old
hia:uy, and you, my pretty flower; we'll have
Al@ out yet, please God"
~ u was not Heavens will that the noble
llie should be sacrificed that night; and
Slen they reached the little bit Of soft sand
ma1hew Pengelly lay prone and exhausted
bSponlt. His thorough knowledge Of where
hheHas, and the current setting that way
naa ra saved him from being dashed upon The
,oekS; and wild shout Of exultation rang
~ 70 tell those above of his safety. Dowr
t;oa through a speaking trumpet came the ques'
"Alive?"
"Ay."
"'Well?
"Ay."
And tharA cavna eu.Ahn~ 1.rr,~h tsI1 thx