Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1882-02-18

ing him vault upon his horse, his
tall, superb figure showing to such
splendid advantage, watching horse
and rider as they cantered out OF
sight, the latter turning first to give
her a farewell salute with his whip.
$50, in scarce a month will he
ride out OF my life" she murmured
to herself with white lips. ooh,
Guy, is it that you are too proud to
ask me to aid you and share the
privations Of your life, or that it
would give you no pleasure to have
me share it?'
"Will you go out on the lake
with me this evening, Miss Glenn"
asked Col Roydon a week later. at
looks a little squally, but we will
keep close 10 the shore, so rs 10 run
home If the clouds should thick en-"
"Of course I'll come," asserted
Glenn, sand as to the clouds, don't
watch them to closely, 1 rather like
storms"
"What a perfect picture she
makes :" thought Guy as he
promptly at the appointed time, as
sisted her into the little sail boat he
had named in her honor, the yacht
ing dress of seal brown fitting close
ly to the exquisitely outlined fig
ure, and on the brown silky locks
nestled coquettish sailor hat. Fiji
teen minutes later a splendid breeze
had carried them far out into the
lake.
"The storm has concluded to
postpone itself in our special favor"
said Guy, CHANGING up at the blue
sky cor perhaps they do not think
lawyers should be too severely tried
as sailors. Which is it, Miss
Glenn?"
"Do you appeal to me as the spir-
it of the storm cloud? If so, l shall
call upon it to avenge me-"
He answered her simply by a
look, but 1t caused her eyes to
droop.
She stretched one little white
hand down to the waters edge,
watching the current resist it as the
boat sped onward.
$780," he unused, sam ] resisting
the voice of my heart, so must l re-
sist it to the end"
They spoke but little. They were
alone and together, around them
water, above them the sky, beneath
them a grave. And both were
young and in each heart the same
voice was speaking; yet their lips
were sealed. Thus an hour passed,
when suddenly Guy tackled.
"What are you doing" cried
Glenn in tone of disappointment,
"Surely we are not going home"
81 would TO heaven we were al
ready there" answered her COM
panion with a blanched cheek, just
as little breath OF wind, fresher
than any they had felt, blew upon
them.
"Don't be frightened, Miss Glenn,
it's one of those treacherOus squalls.
We're in for it, but I'll do the best
l can"
"Can't help you ?'
Guy glanced up amazed. She
neither cried nor groaned. There
was no tremOr in her tone. His
cheek was whittier than was hers.
"Fiel she did not realize the dan
GER" said he mentally. "Can you
hold this ?" handing her a rope as
he spoke.
The next moment the squall had
struck them. The little yacht lay
fully on its side, then righted it.
self.
Glenn's lips were a little rale
now, but no sound escaped them,
only she had held so tightly to the
rope, spite of resistance, that it had
already cut into the tender flesh.
The storm was now fully upon
them. 1t was fierce as it was sud-
den. They were drenched with
water. They could no longer see
each other for the spray.
"Glenn ~ cried Guy, "you are
frightened"
"With you?" she answered,
"no," and her tone was firmer 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.
"Glenn tell me-" he said, ''that
you will forgive me for this. Oh,
God! must we die when life holds
so much sweetness"
"The storm won't last long, we
may yet be saved" she answered
in her sweet, young voice; "but
Guy, if 1 slip don't try to save me,
it will only lose two lives, and
mine is not worth as much as
yours"
my God! without you what
would mine be?"
The words escaped him ere he
realized their meaning.
"Live it then for my sake" re-
piled the girl, "and remember, al
ways, had I my choice, / would
have chosen to have died with you
thus, than to have lived on without
you, my love, goodbye"
The next instant the waters had
caught her and torn her bleeding
hands, all cut by the rope, from
their slight hold. But Col. Roydon
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