The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1880-08-25

hands, and soon. they are gliding
over the smooth surface ofthe Wa
ter, leaving a track Of silvery bub-
bcs behind them. 1t is lovely
evening. The misty shadows Of
twilight. are gathering in tho cast
and the west; the clouds. blood.
red and purple, arc casting a rosy
light all over the broad river a
fresh breeze is blowing round
their faces, and waves splash
against the sides Of their boat, like
low, monotonous music. Charles
is talking about his home, telling
Dorothy about his aunts and cons-
ins he has not seen for a long time,
and amusing her with stories Of
his college days, and his efforts to
make his way in his profession,
which were so unsuccessful at first.
Neither of them notices that the
breeze grows fresher, and that
the dark cloud in the south has
l.spread over the horizon, and is
covering it with darkness.
Presently low, mnttering
growl of thunder sta1tles them
from the dream into which they
had fallen.
Turn back, Charles, turn back r
screamed Dorothy, 'the storm is
upon usP They had been rowing
with the tide. The river is very
wide, and the increasing force Of
the waves and the wind together
is so strong that when they at
tempt to turn about the water
rushes into the tiny boat. Both.
faces grow pale in the murky
light as they see the danger.
1T is isimpossible; you can't do it!
Tell NE, Dorothy, what is that
dark object just ahead?'
1T is a ledge of rocks, but when
the tide comos in from the sea it
will be covered and with a low
moan Dorothy sank from her seat
and covered her face with her
hands.
'We will try and land there.
The tide will not turn for an hour
The effort was successful. The
ledge is reached, and Charles car
ries Dorothy to the very hlghcst
rock and lays her gently down.
'Mv love, my little love- he
cried sing her helpless hands,
4 have killed your
Stop she exclaimed. Listen.
There is a boat! Itis coming this
way Dorothy is upon her knees,
and a wild cry Of thanksgiving
comes from her lips.
Ephraim Ford had followed
them, the heavy boat with its sim
gle occupant is strong enough to
resist the waves and as he nears
them, they 60 down to meet him.
'Backr he cries, 4 will not take
but one of you; it is not safe.'
The grim Quaker, with his stern
emotionless face, wrenches away
the, slender hands that cling to
Charles, and clasping Dorothy
tightly in his arms lays'her at his
own feet in the bottom of the boat.
Not q word isspoken until they
reach the opposite shore. Then he
takes her up again and carries her
to the nearest fishers hut up the
beach.
AS they stand within the shelter
of the little cabin, Dorothy looks
at him with wild eyes, and a cry
t of torture issues from her white
lips. -, '''' " ..''. !
SO back, 60 back' You will 60
back fer him?' ~
+ go; back, for your elegant city
lover, whose ignorant carelessness
would have cost you your life but
for me?' =;
Dorothy falls on her knees and
grasps his cold hands in agony oi
entreaty. ~ .4':'..'.''
so BACK, go DacK!
promise me first that you Will
| not marry him. Swear it as the
: worlds people do
He takes her hand and holds II
) up to heaven, and waits for the
} oath.
Dorothy's lips move, but nc
: sound come from them. Dorothy
had tainted.
i The fsherman's vito takes th'
unconscious girl and lays her OF
j., her own bed, and Ephraim For'
q goes upon his errand OF mercy
with murder in bis heart.
The storm had lulled for a mo