Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-10-06

as Emily declined to venture on account
Of her tendency to bile and her dislike of
sharks. he took his sister, of his own
lordly will and authority, under his pro-
lection. The boat struck, filed and went
down; and. by the greatest coed fortune,
William, with Joan in his arms. was able
to reach the point of rock on which he
now stood.
What were the feelings of Lady Win
dus when she reached the shore and be-
held her children on small spot of rock,
with the sea all around them-smooth
almost as as glass, 1t is true, but with
tlde flowing, and every minute covering
a fresh portion of the rock on which her
babes were standing.
But IN vain did her mothers heart
swell within her till it was well-nigh
bursting, as she saw the little dimpled
hands of her Joan stretched out toward
her, and her brave boy take off his cap
and wave it cheeringly to her with a
manly courage, which he drew from her
own generous blood much more than
from his sire's.
But could nothing be done?
SIT William now appeared on the road
which ran along the shore. He was fol-
lowed by the old gamekeeper, by Emily
Carter, who had recovered, by Sarah
Chambers, who wished to see with her
own eyes what the precise extent of the
danger was, by the housekeeper, the
stable boy, and rat catcher who hap
pened to be passing along the road at the
time and was drawn to the beach by that
love of the terrible which kings, philos-
ophers, high damseIs and low, noble
marquises, baronets and rat-catchers share
equally among them.
Well, was there no one there who
could swim?
Unhappily Sir William could moi, nor
the gamekeeper. The rat-catcher being
applied to by Emily Carter, looked at
that young person solemnly for several
seconds, and then quietly closed his eyes,
and thus addressed her:
Young woman, do you see this here
rat in this here cage?"
"Well?" demanded Emily, with much
dignity.
"Ihen, unless some on you can swim
furderer nor me, or unless boat comes
up, or unless something else happens,
which I sees no promising sign on. |
wouldn't give the life of this here rat for
the life OF them two children"
And the tide was rising. Smooth as
glass--smooth, spacious and smiling as
lying hypocrite it was rising, and LADY
Wlndus could see that it was al,eady
licking the feet of her children.
"Look, look, William '' she exclaimed,
at the same time directing her husband 5
attention to the rock; "he lifts her up.
The water is at their feet! My God
can we do nothing?"
Yes, it was true. The water was at
their feet. William had raised Joan in
his arms; and as he saw his mother
direct the baronet's attention to them,
he called out, though she couldn't hear
him:
GAIL right, mamma; there's plenty of
time YETI
Plenty of time! The sea VS. flowing
IN. Often as the party on the shore
turned their eyes IN the direction in
which Mr.. Ling had ridden to procure a
boat there was nothing insight
Lady Windus had tainted. Sir Will
liam stood picture Of agony, looking
at his children Sarah Chambers, En-
lily, and the stable boy were grouped
round the old gamekeeper, who assisted
them in shedding many tears, but lad
nothing better to offer to his young
master and Miss Joan, though he avowed,
and perhaps truly, that he was ready
to die fer them.
The rat-catcher had seated himself on
stone.
care those your children?" asked a
man who stood at Sir Williams side, but
whose approach had not been noticed.
The baconot did not turn to look at the
speaker. It was some seconds, indeed,
before he recognized that any one had
addressed him, but when he did, he re-
piled in very deep whisper OF despair.
''They are!!''
The mans gaze was fixed upon the
children. Sir Williams was fixed upon
him. He thought he remembered him,
and SO he did, for it was the acrobat.
1t was Duval !-Duval. who had pray
0a 1ol fCuSCuCc DIS luc SOlc IaVOr LOT
which he would trouble heaven. 1t wa
Duval, at whose door, if he could be said
ever to have had one, all the miseries of
life had knocked, and at whose hearth
they had seated themselves. For did not
she, whom he had loved more than him
self-Martha-did she not lie in her
cold grave, with her baby by her side, In
the same pauper's coffin2 And now,
what was left to Duval?-o1ly to wait
for death. Nay, something more-to live
for revenge.
No boat made its appearance, the tide
had risen six inches more, and now they
saw the boy kneel down in the water,
and look up as if he were praying. And
only Duvai could save him and his
sister-only Duvall. He alone Of all who
stood there could breast the flood to the
rock and back again with the boy.
Why not tell Sir William so? WHY
not indeed. Is not revenge sweet2
And still the tide was rising. Lady
Windus, restored for moment to con
sciousness, but no sooner realized her
position than she relapsed into insensi-
bility.
''Sir William" said Duval, 81 see you
remember me. Once l thirsted for re-
venge upon you. For two years 1 thirst
ed for it. Heaven has sent it to me.