Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1882-02-23


i fell down her back in one thickly plated
tress. A red hand kerchief formed her head
covering and was tied under her chin; her
/ rough, brown arms were always bare to the
! elbow. Harold Irecorpe had cast his eyes
upon the Wench from the time when she
was seventeen, but she hated him The
first time he tried some rough piece OF gal
lantIy on her she caught up the stump Of a
broken oar to protect herself and merely
| glared at him. without saying 8 word. On
another occasion, when he came behind hel
unaWares and took her BY the chin, she
| lifted heavy fishing net, all bronzed with
age and salt, and dashed it in his face win
such violence that he was Knocked down o..
the single. W s is5 {sa5 sS83 III. N
f Curse yo' wench, ( he swore as he picked
himself up. & 70 wouldn't have done that
to Mark BrathWaite; but Let him look to
( himself If he crosses me. Y 0 i s @ @
eff yo' lay finger On Mark Brathwaite
I5tyon have to lock to yogself, Z answered
! Margaret contenptuo and Harold con
tented himself with scowiing at her from
that time H sS
Marx Brathwaite Was Margaretis secon.
! lover-a fair haired boy about her own age
whom she had saved from drowning one
windy day, when he had been dashed out
OF his fishing boat by q flap ON loosened
| sail which had hit him on the head and
stunned him. Margaret had swan a coup
10 Of furlongs in d tumbling sea to effect
the rescue, and Mark Brathwaite had loved
her from the moment when he opened his
eyes and found her bending over him, and
breathing life into his body Vi gorously from
her own lungs Margaret, however, treated
him like younger brother. He was the
only human being who could draw a smile
from her, but he was not the man to teach
her what love was, though he tried hard
and made himself pretty Wretched in the
attempt.
Sometimes Peter y sncorrows daughter,
sitting outside her fat er's house on fine
afternoons to make nets, would drop her
hands INTO her lap and look out with q dull,
wistful expression over the sea, so broad,
blue and mysterious. Her finely shaped
head might have been storehouse OF
knowledge and great thoughts, but it was I
empty. She could neither read nor Wiits:S
most sor did aspects Of dire poverty, drunk
enness and brutality. She had never set
foot in q chr rch. and had no idea Of a God
save that she had heard and believed that
there was something above those skies
which were now SO golden with sunlight, u
now SO black with thunder. Occasionally
such natural impulses of good as We're in
the girls heart would well up in short
scraps Of advice which she gave to Mark
Bratnwaite: Mark, you'll not get drunk 4
ike father. There's no good in drink; or, 81
Mark, il were mon, I'd learn summut A
and become scholard."
This is what Margaret Pencorrow was at
eighteen, and ON the night alluded to in
the first line of this story, when her worth
less father stood, drunk as usual, on his
watch, and unheedful of the storm that was
gathering.
The storm broke presently with frightful
fury Long streaks of lightning rent the
skies, and the waves were dashed upon the
shore with a roaring as loud as the thunder.
In despite of the deluge Of rain the crew of
the lifeboat came TO the shed to get all in
readiness, and 8 great many other fisher
men and their wives, trooped outof the cot
tages; but this was only because sleep on
such q night was impossible Most OF the
eyes that looked Stewards with e2pectant
chances were rather hoping for a profitable
wreck than eager for chance to save Life.
Margaret stood ia the shed with Mark
BrathWaite beside her, Harold Trecorpe be-
ing on the other side Of the boat The Dc-
casional glow of the pipe he was smoking
Lit up his rugged face and made it seem
devilish as he cursed the i'll luck that had
fallen upon Polloot, and expressed his con-
yiction that the lifeboat had awitched" the
place, driving wreck off it. Dong yo,''"'
cried he, striking his fist on the boats side. 4
You've done us harm from the day ye
COON he1el Y o hev'. = $F
Suddenly there was q cry from every enc
under the shed: ga light; blue light.
Look, there's anotherl"
Far off in the offing there WIS q ship in
distress sending up blue lights. They rose
swift and pale. then burst into q bright
gleam and vanished. Harold Trecorpe ut
tered a shout Of e-<ltatiSn. It's a big
ship, cried he, laere, gle us the blue
rockets, wench. S S
| What for the blue rockets 2" asked Mar
garet, who was standing near a box of FIRE
signals. Eye must burn three red lights
first to warn EN- the coasts dangerous.
Then three blue 'uns say the ifeboat's
coming. That's what my lord told me. I"
"Guss your lord and 10 too" hlurted out
Harold savagely. Us he nan around to the
other side Of the boat. Here, lads,
bear a hand and heave this wretch out 7,
Harold, I'll fire a light in yo'r face if yD
| come near me. Mark keep that mon Of,
| cried Margaret painting, and Selling tt 8
lantern from T eter p encolrowss drunkeA$
| hands, she held q POCKET at Harold g face
as if it were o pistol. 55 Il s5t ia
| But there were others besides Harold
who wanted the ship to be wrecked, and 4
several of the lifeboats crew were among
them. They were willing enough to go
| out with the boat BY and BY but they want
ed the vessel to be wrecked first. These
scoundrels drove Margaret and Mark Brath-
| waite back, and it was resolved among
them that no lights should be burned at all
for the present. In her energetic Language
unadorned Margaret Pencorrow hurled
anathemas at them, but they only laughed,
i and suddenly the girl vanished through the