The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1881-05-26
PICKENs S. G., THURSDAY, MAY &C. 1881

rected towards the bold young English
man who ventures to ride so darinpIy
upon the treacherous ocean.
"A cry goes up from those assembled
on the beach, q cry in which nv voice
JOINS, for the white sail of my lovers
boat is seen to dip into the water. to lie
upon the bosom of the sea; the frail craft
has been taxed too heavily, and in an
other moment it has capsized.
AS that wall of agony escapes my lips
hand is laid upon my shoulder, a hand
that is ever ready in the hour of danger
Cousin Jacks hand.
"Dont give way" he exclaims, elf
Heaven grants me strength I will save
him!"
And then I see Jack Randall plunge
into the sea and strike out to the rescue.
A minute later L fall senseless amonp
the pebbles.
When consciousness return, I find
myself in bed. My first inquiry is:
"Have they saved him?"
"You must not attempt to talk at pres
ent, DEAR" answers Aunt Deborah, who
is watching by me.
'sBut L must know" I cry excitedly,
endeavoring to rise.
At this moment the doctor appears
upOn Gll0 SCSl0.
"I mast and qpiU know If he ia
saved" I shouted frantically.
"One moment, my dear, one mo-
ment," says the doctor kindly, "and you
shall have all you require-hear oil you
wish to hear"
Then a few hurriedly whispered words
are exchanged between Aunt Deborah
and him, and she hastily leaves the
room.
You have beon very i'll, my DEAR"
says the doctor, taking my hand; "but
In thankful to say, if you will only
keep quite calm and quiet, you will soon
be perfectlywell. You have been in bed
ten days, you know"
Zen days." I exclaim with extreme
astonlshment. 1t doesn't seem ten hours
tome. But" flying off to the old topic
II must and will know where he is-he,
Arthur Stanford, whom love-"
broke down IN a wall of agony
oh, don't hide anything from me-"
SOD. 81 am prepared to hear the worst:
expect to hear the worst; only be can
dld with me, and will do anything you
| please"
The doctor puts his finger on my
pulse.
You know, my dear, that accidents
Will happen to the best of u.s."
"He is dead" I cried; "I know by
your face that he is dead"
AS the words pass my lips the door
opens, and Aunt Deborah re-enters fol-
lowed by Cousin Jack.
"Cousin Jack" cry, holding out my
arms towards him; 81 know you will tell
me the truth; you who never lie, who
never deceive anyone"
Cousin Jack has my hands-how thin
and transparent they have become-in
his, almost before L have concluded
speaking. And then, the doctor and
Aunt Deborah having withdrawn, no
tells me the appalling truth. He tells mo
how he swan out to the scene of the
disaster, but ere he reached it Arthur
Stanford was drowned. They recovered
the body next day. And then, very
gently, Jack tells me who he was and T
knew that Heaven had been merciful in
taking him. The man who had so in.
fatuated me and with whom I was pre-
pared to fly, was one of the most daring
torgcrs that ever infested the metropolis.
The papers found among his things
proved this
The name Of Arthur Stanford was an
alias.
x y
Threeyears have gone by since what
have recorded took place. Perhaps
many people will say Jack Randall was
soft-hearted idiot to have ANYTHING
more to do with one who had treated him
as badly as L had done; but his motto