Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-07-09
THE SAINT PAUL SUNDAY GLOBE SUNDAY MORNING. JULY g.

violent pain IN her head and numb
ness along her left arm told her that she
was severely hurt. But where was the
child?
Marianne p cried she, IN despera.
ton.
"Here I am" answered tiny voice,
seemingly not far from her. 81 am not
hurt bit, only there's something hold
ing me dowa; an can see light over
head quite plain. Won. they come ana
take US sooa %
No, there's 20 hope Of that said
the old woman, ieeoly; this is the dav
of doom for US all. Say your prayers,
darling, and commend yourself to God. 4"
And upward through the universal
ruin, amid shattered rocks and uprooted
mountains. stole the child's clear. sweet
voice, praying the prayer that she had
learned at her mothers knee. It rose
from that grim chaos of destruction like
Jonah's prayer from the depths of the
sea, and like il was heard and answered.
How long the two prisoners remained
pent up in that living grave they could
never have told; but all at once Mari
anne thought she heard voice calling
her name, and size held her breath to
listen. Yes, she was not mistaken !:
there was voice calling to her, and it
was the voice of her father.
Sepel, having seen his wife and the
other three children placed in safety far
up the hillside, had hurried back to seek
the missing girl. But it was in vain
that he looked for any trace of the vii.
lage, or even of the valley itself. The
green, sunny uplands, where the labor
ers had been working and the children
frolicking but few hours ago, were now
one hideous disorder of fallen rocks, bare
gravel and black, cindery dust, amid
which he wandered at random, calling
despairingly upon his lost darling.
But the answer came at last-a clear,
musical call, which rose from shape
less heap of ruin that even he had failed
to recognize as his pretty little cottage.
Hurrying to the spot, he began to tear
away the rubbish with the strength of a
giant, and speedily drew forth the child
unhurt, the falling timbers, as if by a
miracle, having formed kind of arch
over her, completely protecting her
from injury.
But old FRANCHISE had been less fortu-
nate Her left arm was so badly hurt
that she never recovered the use of it,
and to the end of her life she was timid
and nervous from the effects of that ter
rible night. But compared with the
rest OF the villagers she might we'll es-
TEEN herself fortunate. Four-fifths of
them were killed on the spot, many
more crippled for life, and those who es-
capped found themselves reduced to alb
solute beggary. OF Goldau itself moth
ing remained but the bell of its steeple,
which was found more than mile away.
The lower end of the Lake Lowertz,
farther down the valley, was completely
choked up by the fallen rocks; and the
water, thus dislodged, rushed in a mighty
wave seventy feet high over the island
IN the center, sweeping away everything
upon it. The once happy and beauti-
full valley is still mighty desert, and
here and there among the surrounding
hills you may find some white haired
grandfather who himself witnessed the
calamity, and will tell you, in his quaint
mountain speech, how Rossberg fell
upon Goldau.-Harper's Young Peo-
pie.