The Newtown bee. (Newtown, Conn.) 1877-current, 1879-09-10

an arm through the opening, she waded
out INTO the cave.
The rush ofthe water almost swept her
feet from under her, but she persevered,
frothing mass, stood ready 89a
p 1t seemed an age to her, though itwas
but q few minutes, and she was begin
ming to despair of seeing the face again,
| when the waves flung some heavy thing
against her. The shock threw her off her
balance, but she intuitively grasped the
object that had assaulted her, and being
1.-the and strong, managed by great
struggle to regain her foothold. e......
! Then, and not till then, did she recog-
nize that her hands were clasping the
garments of a human being.
1t was fearful struggle, that battle
with the waves which strove to tear her
prize away, but the wind favored her,
and somehow, she never knew exactly
how, she managed to draw the senseless
form on shore.
The man, for it was a mans form that
she had rescued, was light, and the eX-
element that she was under gave Agnes,
who was naturally healthy and strong,
added power, so that she was able to
reach her mothers cottage and deposit
her dripping burden before the glowing
fire.
The Widow Deming was noted for her
skill as a nurse, III d after her first sur
prised ejaculation of "Well l never
what have you there. Agnes?, And her
daughters quick ans Wer of A man
from the wreck, whom I dragged out
OF the cave" she was prompt in her ac-
tions.
Hot fannels, severe rubbings and
carefully administered potions were
brought into requisitiOn, and after a
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returning consciousness and life told
that these had not been in vain.
Soon quick gasps and spasmodic con-
fractions of the body showed that the
blood was flowing more freely, and
moan came from the lips that were just
beginning to color, and heavy per-
SEPARATION broke over the broad brow.
Then the youth was placed on an old
fashioned lounge, which had been
wheeled up to the fire, and covered with
blankets, and soon his regular breathing
told that the warm draughts had done
their work and that he slept.
The long night drew slowly to a close,
and as dawn made the east gray and
shadowy, the wind sank, and the clouds
began to break and roll away. Here
and there stars shone in patches of blue,
circled by rolling and tumbling masses
of cloud.
As the light grew stronger, the blue
islands of sky increased, and the cloud
masses gathered closer to the horizon.
Then broad columns of gold and amber
shot upward above the eastward lying
cliffs and made the room grow radiant.
Agnes, who had been watching by the
sleeper, went to the window and looked
out.
The waves were still rolling into the
bay, high and foam crested, and though
all of its eXpanse was before her, she
could see no wreck.
Surely it was no dream, that sullen
boom and fearful crash,
She turned her gaze to the beach in
front of the village. 1t was covered
with a mass of debris, among which the
people were seeking for the dead.
1t was no dream.
The sun came up, and shOne bright
and glorious over the wild picture.
A movement of her charge caused
Agnes to turn toward him.
His eyes were open, their glance
wandering about the room, and so full
of wonder that it caused Agnes to smile.
At last it reached her and stopped.
"Where am 1P" questioned the man.
Agnes told him.
And how came I ashorep I re-
member the ship striking, and of being
washed off into the sea-, and that is the
last"
You were dragged from out the cave
below here, and brought to our home.
but you must not talk too much for you
are weak"
Then she began to prepare him some
thing to eat, and the widow Deming
brought him garments that had long
been kept as mementoes of one lost.
He was considerably bruised, and for
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His story of the shipwreck was soon
told. They were running for port when
the gale came up, and headed them off
from the open sea. Then night shut
down, and soon they heard the roar of
breakers. They fired the signal gun
twice, the last time just before the ship
struck, and after that he knew no more.
In the village Agnes was a heroine,
but though people often called at the
cottage to see the young man, who gave
the name of Herbert Clyde, A gnes and
her mother contrived to keep the con-
versation from referring to the rescue.
Agnes and Clyde had grown very fast
friends, though he was silent with regard
to his home or position. ..
AT last he was able to go out, and went
down to the beach where the fishermen
were.
Soon he came back, and entering the
room where Agnes was, went directly to
her.
do you think you have been treat
ing me fairly, my dear friendp" he said.
"Whyp What have l done?n asked
Agnes, in surprise.
You never told me that I owe my
life to your brave act"
"And why should Ip"
Her eyes bad sought his face, but they
dropped before the glance they met
Why should you mott"
Because-because- and she hest
tated.
Because you thought it might make
me feel too deeply indebted to you, is
that ftp" #'@N1
Il don't know why I did not tell
you, only it did notseem right just yet"
lie had come close to her, and taken
her hand.
81 can understand why you kept 81
lent" he said, "but now | know you
did it, will you not tell me all the
story?" ..g,............. ......... ......--
Quickly and rapidly she gave her ex-
perience of that terrible night. When
she ended, his face was bent still nearer
to hers.
q owe you much now" he said, .and
yet / am going to ask you for more"
She looked up wonderingly.
You risked your life to save mine.
VIII you not let me care for your com
fort hereafterp" 4s
4a" How?r and her cheeks flushed, and
sher breath came quick and hard