The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1881-08-10

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will you go out Oh the alse with
sms fhis.aftpfiiss.I
Major Howard "a week Hitter. I ~
looks a little squally, bat we ..will
keep close into shore, SO as to run
home if the clouds thickeq."! - J,
"Of course | will come" .assented
Miss Fay; "and as to the clouds, don't
watch them too closely. ! rather
like storms.
"What perfect picture she
makes7" thought Roydon, as he
promptly, at the appointed time, as
sisted her into the little sail:boat be
had named in her honor-the yatch-
ing dress of dark blue, fitting closely
to the exquisitely outlined figure,
and on the golden ,braids nestled a
coquettish sailor-hat. Fifteen min.
utes later splendid breeze had car
ricd them far out into the lake.
1.-THE storm has concluded to post.
pone itself in our favor" said Roy
don, glancing up at the blue sky; "or
perhaps they don't think soldiers
should be SO severely tried as sailors.
Which is it Miss Fay?"
"Do you appeal to me as the spirit
of the storm cloud7 If so will call
upon it TO avenge me-"
He answered her simply by look,
but it caused her eyes to droop.
She stretched one little white hand
down to the waters edge; watching
the current resist it as the boat YVES
sped onward.
49," hc unused, "am resisting the
voice of my heart, so must l resist to
the end.'
They spoke but little. They were
alone and together, around them wa
ter, above them sky, beneath them a
grave. And both were young, and
in each heart the same voice was
speaking; yet theirlips were sealed.
Thus an hour passed when suddenly
RoydOn tackled.
"What are you doiug?" cried Fay,
in tone of Disappointment. Surely
we are not going homer"
81 wish to God we were there al
ready" answered her companion
with a blanched cheek, just as a lit.
tie breath of wind fresher than any
they had felt, blew upon them.
"Don't be frightened, Miss Fay"
continued Roydon, reassuringly.-
"Its one of these treacherous squalls.
We're in for it, but l will do the best
| can"
"Can l help you?"
The man glanced up amazed. She
neither cried nor groaned. There
no tremor in her tone. His cheek
was whittier than was hers
'Pshaw! she did not realize the
danger" he said mentally. "Can
you hold this2" handing her a rope
as he spoke.
The next moment the squall struck
them. The little yacht lay fully on
its side, then righted itself.
Fay's lips were little pale now,
but no sound escaped them, only she
had held SO tightly to the rope spite
of its resistance, that it had already
cut into the tender flesh.
The storm was now fully upon
them. 1t was fierce as it was sudden.
They could no longer see each other
for the spray"
Gay" cried Roydon, "are you
frightened?" with you?" she an.
Swered. NO." and her tone was
irmer than his own.
The next moment the boat, struck
by a sharper blast than the first,
went over. Both found themselves
clinging to the sides.
"Fay, tell me-" he said, "that you
forgive me for this. Oh, child, must
we die when life holds so much
sweetness?"
"Thc storm won't last long. We
may yet be saved" she answered in
her sweetest young voice; but Roy
don, if l slip don't you try to save
me. 1t will only lose two lives, and
mine is not worth as much as yours.
"My Godi without you, what
would mine be?"
The words escaped him ere he re.
allied their meaning,
olive if then for NV sake doar ~