Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1882-07-20

IVY 6'ou""o Au'o tno iaue ieaulhS 10 the
shore.
She had no fear of meeting any one at
that hour.
On rcucbiug the sands she gazcd breath
lees with admiration. She had never secn
the seq, which was tumbing ra,dly in,
with the sunshine dancing on the waves
Us now. How beautiful it was.
AS she stood a piercing scream broke
tho stilness; turning, she beheld on tho rock
of headland close by, the mad lady. The
waves we're stealing up around the base aud
had surprised her.
The water as yet was shallow aud Janet
dashed through the waves and climbed to
Mrs Aukand's sii,.
"Do not fear; there is no daugor," sho
exclaimed, soothingly "Como with u,c,
we can pass easily through"
But the madwoman, her wild look riveted
on the rising water refused to stir. Fear
was on her; she had even ceased to scream.
All the heed she paid to Janet was to
grasp her tightly with ono hand, and poiut
with The 9th, to the rapidly rising sea.
Look, look!' she screamed, "dout leave
me! They are coming, comingl LIS death!
Oh, Msbel, Mabe!!'
ln vain Janet implorcd, eptreated and
threatened; the madwoman would not stir.
The girl saw that the sea was swripg
round the rocks. Soon it would be impos-
sihlc to wade through it, yet she could cot
leave the poor mad woman and called loudly
for help.
The sound of her cries startled her com.
panion; she turned, gazcd wildly ut Janet,
then, with shrill scream ending 10 hys.
terical lnushter, fell insensible 90 the girls
bosom. Janet perceived that her case was
now desperate. She had no strength to
drag Mrs, Aukland through the waves; she
could hardly support her Already the
water broke upon their feet.
Her brain reeled. All, It's q terrible
thing to die thus. Yet the girls beautiful
face was firmly set. She waited death
rather than leave the mad woman
Again and again Janet raised her voice.
Hsrk! Was that shout? Yes, yes, and
there was tho sound of oars. n woment
later boat shot around tho headland.
Their perilous position had been seen by
Harry Brdgnorth from the heights, and he
VAS one of the rowers.
Courage, courage, Janet N1orris!" he
called, and seeing him she feared no
longer. Silently she waited and lent her
aid to assist the mad woman 10 the boat,
then, her hand in her lovers, followed
But after that her strength failed and she
fainted.
1t was Mrs. Aukland who first recovered.
Sitting up, gazing wildly around, she cx-
claimcd
"Wherc is she? Where--whcre has she
gone? Not lost agnin?"
-
nephew.
"aIabcl-my child! l tell you saw her
just now! She tried to save me! All"
as with joyous cry she bcheld Janet; "sEe
is hcr-my darIiug-found!" Aud fling
ing her arms about the girl she kissed her
rapturously.
"Aunt, do you koow what you say?' cx,
claimed her nephew.
Eyes, ycs! Look, Harry! Oh, yes! am
not mad now! Look" Eagerly she tore
from her neck locket containing NINA
ture of her husband "Harry, that is her
father; do you think [, her mother, could
be deccived?"
'The likeness is wonderful Oh, if it
were sol But, aunt, this girls parents
live!
You mean the wretches who stole her
from me-" cried Mrs Aukland ferccly
clasping Janct t. her. "iiave them ar
rested, for | tell you this is my child-my
daring!"
AS Harry Bridgnorth reflected aud COM
trastcd Janet with Jancls parents, Wild
hope possessed him that the shock of the
striking likeness, aided by maternal uffec-
tion, had restored his aunts reason. lie
determined using his fathers authority as
magistrate to secure Bill Morris arrest.
Mrs. Aukland aud tho amazed, bewidercd
Janct had been conveyed to the house.
But Bill Norris himself had witnessed
that scene in the boat, and had deoamped,
thus only his wife was secured and frightened
by her arrest, infuriatcd by her husbands
desertlon, the woman confessed all.
Struck by the chiId's beauty they enticed
it away, such child being at that time
needed by woman in London. On the
Morises' return there, however, they found
the woman in the hands of tho police, so they
had to keep the child, making tolernbIe
market ou! Of her beauty, which ever OBJ.
taincd aims from the charitable
"Til she grew up" concluded Mrs. Nor:
ris, indignantly. Then she'd only do
what she liked, and a hand we had with
her"
"You see was not wrong" exclaimed
Mrs Aukland. "Mabel, dearest, you hear
yoa are mine-my child!'
"Mother" murmured the girl timidly
yielding to her embrace.
Tha! evening Harry Bridgnor.h whis.
pered TO Mabel: "Doar cousin, do you re.