Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1882-01-28

walk and the sun Is ho:.
But we needn't walk. mamma" Lu-
cy said eagerly ''Bertie Rowland said
lie would row YOU and Flossie and his
Aunt Annie in his boat. and Miss War
rem and | can walk-can't we, Miss
Warren? We don't mind the SIM; we
like + don't we Miss Warren"
Aunt Annie" otherwise Mrs. Chris
tie, looked pointelly at Josie. Il dare
say Miss Warren favors such an arrange
ment, but if there should come up sud
den shower, az We had about this time
Yesterday, what w,nll yol do with her,
Lucv?"
Josie laughed, and turned pale never
theless: for she was extremely sensitive
to even well-b riliculc on her weak
point. Il think we'll 60 since BERTHE is
SO kind, and Lucy is so anxious. Tie
say Lily Island is we'll worth a visit If
YOU will bring my shade hat and para
sol, Miss Warren, think we'll start as
soon as Master BERTHE is ready
And while Mrs Grosvenor and baby
| Flossie were rowed down over the lovely
bav by Bertie Howland's strong, skilful
hands, gallant little Lucy escorted Miss
Warren to the walk that led to the mar.
row sandy istllmus that connected "llly
Island with the mainland. OF course
the boating party had reached there
first, and congratulated Josie and Lucy
on having arrived safely IN way that,
although she knew it was mere badinage
cut Josie's sei Stive nature to the very
quick But she put the painful feeling
away as we'll as she could, and joined i'll
the little ones search for shells with a
zest that commanded even Mrs. Chris
ties respect and admiration, until all at
once, Bertie sprang up from the sand,
with a low Mortified cry.
The tide is coming III. A,ntie.
Mrs. Grosvenor, Miss Warren, Jump
into the boat as quick as you can. Come
Lucy. Flossie. oh, how could We all
have forgotten that the island IS sub
merged every day at this hour, when the
flood tide comes in
Josie stood still, white as a ghost,
while Mrs. Christie sprang up with an
agility amazing for one Of her years and
ayoir,lupois, her face blanched. >'Sub-
merged. OF course, it is under water
several hours every day, but | did not
know when the tide came in to-day! Get
III Mabel, quickly. The tide is fearful
ly strongl l dou;,t ii Berthe can row us
in the face of it," But Mrs. Grosvenor
sat As if bewillered, while Mrs. Christie
. climbed frantically III the boat, rocking II
, each minute. Josie touched her on
the shoulder.
"Please lose no time, Mrs. Grosve
nor. 1t is true the tide is coming II
5 with terrible force. There is not u mlLutt
, to lose. I will assist yon ia the boat
: And she half supported, half force1 hel
into the boat, while Flossic and Lucy
! with hushed terrified faces, crouche'
y down between the two ladies. leaving
= scarcely any room for BERTHE to Wlelt
il his oar, certainly no space for her,
1 There's no room for Miss Warren,
t he shouted frantically. "Miss Warren
: can YOU row? Can you take the boa
e over? III stay
II cannot row, Bertie,' she said III
y low hushed voice. that did not seem t
5 her like her own. Get III quick an
get them home. Don't you see there
v squat coming up?'
Mrs. Grosvenor lifted her head, whit
is and horritied. "You mustn't leave Mis-
o Warren" she whispered feebly. "Clim
}. in and will take Lucy on my lap.
$ And then Josie's strange, awful
t. calm answer:
d You are already overloaded. NJ
=: added weight might swamp the boa
l. Go on. can be better spared than an
Sc of YOU. If Con SO will. If there Is tinle
L. and here her sweet voice qulvered-
Il. "vou can send the boat back for m'
D. BERTHE. Ii not, ! am not afraid
die
D The little boat crept laborlo usly tov
le ard land and safety and happiness; an
" Josie Warren knew with deathly thru
1t of something at her heart, that befor
it reached the shore. the cruel. ciushiii
= seething wave would have swept rclen
AS lessly over Lilly Island.
!. That night. Aud while he would l
er there among them all, she would he !,
p. ING dead-irowred; with >ea~ced>
,v her hair.
- And cold. ice-cold shudder crel
:. nearer AMI nearer her heart, that be-
q so feeblv. The surf thnndcrcd
at around the little spot OF land that vi
o. growing smaller So pcrceptlbly
skies grew. blacker and darker; the VII
N bowled and sh.icked like demon Ai
: dragged herself up of the sands "he
:, the water had already met her feet. Al
=, iazedlv 10 a wre;chei little rock !.
.o feet higher.
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