Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1878-02-09

oyer the rocks wlto startled cry OF ter
ror, which was echoed by many voices as
Der white face and uplifted hands sank
ont OF sight among the snowy blossoms
and beneath the dark waters.
Joe will save her." shouted Fanny,
for 1t was he who had instantly leaped to
her rescue.
20! May has tainted ~ cried Belle.
But in that moment of surprise and
horror, all eyes were watching for the
appearance of Joe, who had dived i'm
search of the los. one. And well was it
tor tile drowning girl that, animated by
a love which burst anew within his heart,
he had resolved to save or perish with
her; that, forgiying and forgetting all
wrongs, he nobly and bravely searched
among the tangles Of the lily stems, and,
at last, found her clinging to them.
Then. at last, the moments might have
been counted by heart beats. but which
appeared an age, he arose to the surface,
bearing in his arms limp and SEEM
ingly lifeless burden.
Fred had clambered down to the foot
of the rocks, and with a stout pole he
drew them out of the water. They laid
poor Sue down upon the green and
messy bank as one dead. Her eyes were
breath stole through the parted livid
| lips.
''She is dead, dead!" asserted Fred, in
accents OF horror.
Her companions, who had instantly
sought the shore, crowded around her,
and dismay and confusion reigned. Joe
lifted his own pallid face to those of the
weeping girls about him and sud:
N.>1 ho h,D oh &c
dead. Her heart is still beating"
At his command wine was brought,
and shawls TO wrap about her, and pres
eLtly little breath fluttered through
the white lips. and the answering blood
began to tinge ever SO family the
cheeks.
more wine. Sue." said Joe. in tender
accents, as he held the cup TO the
trembling lips, and twinge of pain
passed over the face as they moved her.
"See," said Fred, "she has broken all
arm"
Bring carriage Instantly" COM
manded Joe. 'She must be gotten home
al once" and he lifted her in his strong
arms.
Then all was hustle and confusion.
| The entire party began to gather mp
4
pleaSuring was over with them for that
day, and soon the lake WAS sleeping in
its w0nted quiet, and the ungathered
lilies floating upon its bosom. To bloom
and fade unthOuyht of by the young
folks whose day of happiness had been
so brief, and with 4 tragedy for clos
ing.
Poor Sue lay upon bed of torture.
For many hours death brooded with its
dark Wings by her pillow. Then fever
wrung and racked her delicate frame,
and delirium usurped the throne of rea-
son and reveled amid wild fancies.
She was ever gathering lilies, but they
were for May or tor Joe.
Poor joe" she shudderingly whisper
ed; Poor Joe! He is dead. He fell
into the Water and was drowned. Here
are the beautiful lilies | gathered TO put
upon his coffin" aud her little white
hands would pluck at the led clothes
Cor blossoms that she fancied were SUR
rounding her.
One night. being worn out, the family
left her with watchers. and, as is often
the case, they slumbered ut their post.
At the dead hour she was seized with
one of her many halluciatiOns. Size stole
from her bed, and crept out of the win
dow into the street, and one who had
not slept tor many nights, and who kept
his restless vigil by pacing in sight OF
where the lamp of the watchers burned,
found her. She came TO him in her long,
white night dress. and her. tender, white
feet bare TO the hard and rough pave
ment. For a moment he believed her
dead, and this her spirit coming to
breathe farewell.
sue? o! my God, what can this
mean? Why are you bere?' he eX-
claimed. with his blood almost freezing
within his veins, as he looked into her
eyes. her wild and haggard face, and re-
allied the truth.
"Hush. Joe! Come with me. l am
going for lilies. They are tor you, dear
Joe, because you are dead"
He caught her in his arms in agony
too deep for utterance, and bore her back
TO the house, from which she had been
missed; and when he again placed her
upon the bed, around which gathered
the frightenedsa ttendants. she chung to
him to save her, as she was sinking be-
meath the waters of the lake.
With tender voice and calm hands he
sOOthed her into tOrgetfulness, as one
would an infaI t, until slumber came and
blOJ.eJ out her hayward fancies.
Morning found her sane, but so weak
and spent that life hung trembling in the
balance, and it seemed us though the
breath of a zephyr would put out the
Pickering light forever. Her wistful
glance passed from face to f ce in quest
of the one that was dearest to her, while
her lips framed the name, though no
mortal ear could have heard. But when
he knelt beside her couch with his face
close to hers, the smile that illuminated
it was born in heaven, and she softly
breathed the single word:
Forgive
His answer was whispered back into
her ear. Her spirit rather than the flesh
caught it, and was ut peace, and the kiss
he pressed upon her chill lips appeared
to impart new life. Then her eyes closed
again. and the face looked so wan and
white as it sank into the pillow that it
was whispered ''she is dead" A gesture
enforced silence. and those of her friends
who could not control their feelings left
the room.
Hours of anxious watching followed
into which were crowded hopes and
fears such as few know. Still Joe sat,by
the bedside, scarcely changed position,
and held within his great, warm palm
the little snow flake OF a hand.
Another night passed, and still he
watched. giving the medicine ordered by
the physician with the utmost punctual
ity. When the morning dawned in love-
illness, Sue awOke, strengthened and con-
valesclng. She smiled into the face of
her lover anil n faiut tiuUo oront iuto