The Newtown bee., 1880-03-03

At last terrible despairing cry from Polly, who carried the light.
 '' Here they are, Jem! But I think they are dead"
 Je m flung himself down beside the half-dead forms, felt at their faces, and placed his ear to their mouths.
 'Not dead yet, Poll" he shouted mot dead yet, Poll! Jabez is breathing but Bessie has faintedr'
 The half inanimate Jabez moved slightly, atup, and said: "Take Bessie, Jem! She's very ill." #
 All right, Jabez," cried Jem, feeling almost rested through their good for tune, and taking up his little sister in his arms. "Can you walk. Jabezp'
 Yes, Jem," said Jabez, rising up and commencing to walk.
 "Stop bit, Jabez," said Jem. Now, Poll, you take the lamp and follow the string. Never mind winding it on the bobbins again-it will take too long. Just follow it. And you, Jabez, hold fast to my shoulder, and all will be right"
 Away they went, Jem carrying Bessie, and Jabez walking by his side. More foundering, but this time slower and heavier. More cold, fog, wet, water, mud and slime.
 No more shouting but heavy breath ] ing, hard work and joy; Poll leading the way, Jem, carrying Bessie, going after, and Jabez coming laboriously be- hind.
 All were worn out and exhausted, and Jem's burden helped to tire him.
 Cant go any further" he groaned. 'tLet's rest while."
 So they stopped, sat down, and soon they were about to sleep the sleep of death. when they saw light coming to- ward them. They heard a sound as of persons passing through the water and slime and they heard their fathers cheery voice say:
 "Here they are, chaps-here they are Come, my little darlings! Come, brave Jem and brave Poll! Hurrah, hurrah Here they are. safe and sound"
 There was plenty of light, heat and hustle in Jabez Yarwood's cottage on the night of the twenty-sixth of Mo- vember; tor dry clothes. hot blankets and stone bottles full of boiling water had to be prepared for the children, who had been saved from terrible death by the ingenuity, love and bravery of Jem Jabez Yarwood's son.
 This is how the father came so op portunely to the rescue.
 When he was returning home witt some of his fellow fishermen, he wa met by band of ffshermen's wives, wh' told him that his children were lost O, .l.a. .,,eaarsh--S Startled with the intelli it was true, and feeling the cotton tied t the latch as he was opening the cottag door, he guessed at once it's meaning. S, he procured lamp, and, persuadinl some of the fishermen to accompan, him, hefollowed the cotton, and fount his children near the edge of the marsh
 After having had to follow the cottol about five hundred yards, thus provin! that the children had been going rount and round, often crossing where they had been before, he soon got them hom, and fast asleep in. bed, where they lay for nearly twenty-four hours, after which they seemed quite well, ani never felt any bad effects from the ad venture.
 The cows turned up next day. They had stood quite still all night, and when the fog cleared away the next morning they trotted off home.
 My story is now finished. All I have yet to tell is that Jem became a great engineer, and was known all over the world for his inventions. Jabez would be nothing but fisherman, and Polly and Bessie grew up into pretty young women.