Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1882-01-06

lower, carryln ropes ana poles WI EN-.
"'Hold on, Charlie cried, echoin'
. elder lads. / can hear moo T. sound of
my own sma' voice. He nodded brave
ly back to me, and sat waSchin hair
blow over his white face an seein' hoo
his 1.-THE yoong body swaycd and trem-
bled over q dreadful hoight. II old
gools COON swoopin' and screechin' back
TO rest, and just then great pity for
Charlie sprang oop i my heart. Ididn't
know he hoong there for loife or death,
yet had fcelin' he was i trouble, too,
and wanted to do sommat to help or
comfort him. moinded mothers cake
i my pocket and in my silly, babby fash
ion thout that would do him good and
give him patience till men coold let doom
rope from above. started oop t cliff
never thinkin' that even bigger lads
couldn't safely pass & lower edge, but
thinkin' only of Charlie, and in mood
died way, that l was fit to be sailor on
u mun-o-war and six-year-old chap as
could climb anywhere.
"Charlie sees me comm rs he looks
down atwecn his two honds, and shakes
his head at me.
"' Hold on, Charlie says to him, Il
be goin' to give thee my cake.
a. Noa, noa,' cries Charlie. could
| hear his voice wcel moo.
I" Es, cs. dear Charlie says I, thee
shall have it, and it's sweet an rect good,
for mother made it,
"'Doantee come. Thee'll be killed.
Ned"
"'I could climb mun-o-war,' l an
swcrs back, just then cuttin' open one o.
my honds and fcelin' prood of not cryin'
aboot that.
"Ned,' says Charlie, family, but wi
soommat wild yet fearful airnest i his
tone, LATHE Ned, doantee try t lcegc,
thee'll be killed, an promised mooth-
er as no harm
IL was under t ledge, an already my
honds on projectin' bit.
Med, Ned cries Charlie, Iproom-
ised 'uoother to bring thee safe whoam.
""Still. / tried to lift oop my honds,
an war just goin' to let my feet swing
loose, laughin' too at thout o. givin' sike
Il good cake to poor Charlie.
I" His white, yoong face war turned
doom upo' me; his lips pressed toight,
his eyes wide strained and pitiful, his
body shiverin' an swayin'!
| DIouilllScu lllOOtucT, Ht Stlu,
then shut his eyes, unclinched his
hands fro . rock aboove, an Charlie
WENT -
Den had been edging more and more
forward on his chair, and now he rose to
his full height, his arms outstrctched,
the freight cleaning on his face, set in
horror; the mouth all white and dry,
the cyelids red, his hair dishevelled.
He made great plunging gesture with
both hands, then, in a stilled scream, he
said:
"Charlie went sheer doom t. face o. T.
cliffr'
Den covered his face with his strong
right arm and shuddered slowly back
into the chair.
We all sat perfectly silent, glasses I'M
tasted, every cigar gone out.
After n little Den looked up. No one
asked a question or made movement.
In hopeless but gentle tone he went
on.
"T' fisherfolk saw from above what
had happened. They picked me oop, a
LATHE heap at foot o. cliff, but quote un-
hurt. Then they laid Charles beauti-
full yoong body straight in t. boat.
Frank and Jamie held their faces COW
cred; t fishermen trembled as they
neared our door and shrunk ava from
moother's eyes. One strong fellow
groancd aloud at t shrek wi which she
lifted t loifeless face of her boy.
81 war T. only one as could tell her
hoo it happened" Il war takkin him
my cake, mother" said /. 81 could ha
COON oop to him, for mun-o-war's nun
can climb anywhere, but Charlie cried
DOT: II promised moother," and let
himself drop.
Il can feel moo t grasp and clasp
moother give me. can feel her soft
hair against my cheek; her head buried
in my neck as she wept oot: 'Oh, my
poor lattle lad, thee doant know, thee
doant know.'-
Jamie began wi: Charlie died to
". .Doanteer cried motherwr a great
sob, could feel t spasm o. pain that
wrung her heart, feel hoo it shook her
whole frame. 'Doantee tell him, doant
She never told me, God bless her, "
Deniston went on. "Growing older
| came to understand t truth, and one
tonne asked moother if 'twere rs /
thout.
"She gave me the same clasp as on
that day when Charities face lay SO
white an so beautiful before us, and
cried out with tears: "My poor LATHE
lad, thee deaden't know.
"It's long ago SIM said Deniston,
"long ago but t sorrow o'wt will
bide forever" Then he slowly rose,
quietly reached for his hat, softly spoke,
Good neeght, lads" and went towards
the door.
We woke as from stupor of grief
"Stay, Dcniston," said the chairman Of
the committee, pointing to the cup,
"this is for you"
81 doon't understand ee," answered
Deniston.
g You have told the best story" I OK.
planned, rendering the prize.
"Noa, lads, noa. l tax no coop fol-
tina. only COON from + heart DOT. Stay
I'll take flower, though, to lay OF
Charlie's grave. I've fancy always tc
bring him some sike Token from
abrood.n
He took two rosebuds from the cuy
and carefully laid them between thu
leaves of his pockct-book.
"When do you sail?" somebody
asked.
Den was passing out, but paused ,
moment to answer. "Aboot T. bacl
end o next week."
Strange-but none of us laughed nov
at the quaint expression IN. Y. World
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