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from the wreck, whom l raSSeu oul
of the cave." she was prompt in her &C.
tions. ,
Hot f~annels, severe rubbings and
carefully administered potions were
brought into requisition, and after q
half hours work the first faint sign OF
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 q
moan came from the lips that were just
beginning to color, and 4 heavy per-
~spiration 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 hac done
their work and that he slept.
The long night drew slowly to q close,
and as dawn made the east gray, ana
shadowy, the wind sank: and the l0uus
began to break and roll away. hero
and there stars ShOne in patches OF plue'
circlcd by rolling and tumbllng 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 n amner
shot upward above the eastward lynn
cliffs and made the room grow radlant.
Arncs. who had been watching by the
sleeper, went to the window and looked
The waves were still rolling into the
bay, high and foam-crcsted. and though
ali of its eXpanse was before hcr, 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 Il mass of debris, among which the
people were seeking for the dead.
1t was no dream. $500.
The sun came up, and shonc 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 tull
of wonder that it caused Agnes to smile.
At last it reached her and stopped.
Where am II" questioned the man.
Agnes told him.
And how came I ashore? | re-
member the ship striking, and of being
washed off into the sell, and thai IS the
last
You were dragged from out the cave
below here, and brought to our nome.
but you must not talk too much, for you
are weak"
Then she began to prepare him some
thing to eat, and the widow Dem'ng
brought him garments that had long
been kept us mementoes OF. one lost;
He was considerably bruised, and for
weeks had to remain at the cottage.
His story of the shipwreck was soon
told. They were running for port when
the gale came up, and headed them on
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 ut the
cottage to see the young man, who gave
the mann of Herbert Clyde, Agnes and
her mother contrived to keep the con-
versation from referring to the rescue.
Agnes and Clyde had grown very fast
lIlcIluS, LllOuSl llC SllSiI Will tSS"iN
to his home or position.
At last he was able to go out, and went
down to the beach wbc @ 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 trlend?" ne SAID;
"Why? What have | done" asked
Agnes, in surprise.
You never told me that I owe my
life to your brave act"
And why should II"
Her eyes had sought his face, but they
dropped before the glance they met.
why should you not"
Observation-Disclosures" and she hest
tatcd.
because you thought it might make
me feel too deeply indebted to you, is
that it" :,
Il don't know why I did not tell
you, only it did not seem right just yet
re had come close to her, and taken
her hand.
Il can understand why you kept 81
lent" he said, but now | know you
did it, will you not tell me all the
story?"
Quickly and rapidly she gave her en-
perience of that terrible night. When
she ended, his face was bent still nearer
to hers. .
lowe youmuch now," he said, land
yet l am going to ask you for more"
She looked up wonderingly.
You risked your life to say mine.
Will you not let me care for your com
fort hereafterw
"How~ and her cheeks flushed, and
her breath came quick and hard.
How? There is but one way. /
lovcyou. Let me take you home as my
wife"
Again her head was bowed. He had
grown very dear to her during the long
weeks sickness had made him an in
mate of their cottage, and though she
had dreamed, she had never looked tor
ward to this.
do you think I can make you such Il
wife as you wish" she asked, after some
moments of silence.
IF you love me you can" .
"Then l can, for l do love you" and
her eyes looked bravely up into his face.
Il knew it," he said, us he drew her
to him and kissed the little, upturncd
mouth. "Do you think an artist could
live with you and not love you or not
see your lovcP"
She did not speak, but in her great JOY
nestled closer to him.
1t was a bright and joyous day in the
Deming cottage. Clyde told all of his
life's history now. 1t was not much.
He was an artist whose work was grow
ing in popularity, and had a neat and
tasteful home in a largo coast city. He
had spent some time in travelling for
sketches. and was going home when
wrecked in the bay.
He only was saved.
Il have lost my sketches" he said, rs
he closed his story, "but l have gained
q wife," and rs the western sunlight
strcamed into the little room where they
sat, it made a fitting setting for the two
young lives that had been so strangely
brought together and made one.-Moderm
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