Daily Republican. [volume] ([Wilmington, Del.]) 1874-1890, 1883-12-10

Mornius-cIssr, cool and bright.
The sea, visb wlite caps. dances TO-
At breakfast, Q,sssis had heard
rumors Of ~ stories ne crisp breese
blowing the tsndril curlp q gold away
from her eyes, showed mem blue and
sober, a. she ras down, .slone. upon the
beach. $3.50 %iEH
All night the Aouss hsd ssemed rock
ng in the sweepof the flying winds.
She had not slept. Her face showed
whittier within tho black burnos which
wrapped the head and shoulders.
Why did her slight fest hy 10 swiftly
towards Gannet Rocks? What need
she care for wrecks coming ashore ?
Surely no one she loved bad bSon sx-
posed TO the tempest.
There were groups Of people on Gan
net Rocks. She stopped, with . little
gasp. A black, helpless hulk lay out
ct seA
A company Of men and boys ran BY.
She saw her brother.
The Lady Lacy went ashore !! be-
shouted. Bruce Wilmarth-"
That was all she heard. he Was gone
with tho rest Moro men went BY
-sone with ropes.
The bodies will wash In with the
tide that IL coming |" she heard them
say.
Then she was alone again. What
lonely cries We're they the birds
screams or shouts Of the men How
cold and strong the wash Of tho SEQ
Why WAS Queenie crying?
shaking 80 that she could not stand
abe sat down on rock. Tho surf OF the
Incoming waves crawled up TO her.
Something. dark and heavy was tossed
10 the foam, for moment. then rolled
to her feet. A human figure, all
shrouded In seaweed
She screamed and sprnng up-then
fell with groan. She had sprained
her ankle. ..
She dragged herself upon .hs rocks,
but she could get NO further. White
with terror and pain, she looket for
help. but none came near. How h0r.
ribly still and dead lay the form 1t her
feet, face downward 1t had . short,
silkeu brown beard aud close-curling
dark hair Whom had 1t been? for 1t
Was nothing but . cold form, lacking
burial. How the wet, dark curls gilt
tered in the sunshine
at cannot be anyone know! 1t
cannot be /" cried Queenie, wringing
her hands.
The surfcrawled closer and stirred
the poor, helpless hands. Tho tears
washed down Queenie's face as she
watched them, - II fascinated No
one WAS coming. How awful II was
~ could bear IT," murmnred
Queenie, If he did not look 70 horribly
like"
She could not speak bis name. She
remembered how haughtily she bad
listened to that sweet story Bruce Will.
marth had told her-for It WAS sweet
What careless, awful heart she had
then How sorely 1t Ached now How
long must she DO chained to that rock,
watching those glistening curls and
those helpless hands Had not her
punishment been enough?
Help was near while she was all un-
aware. She looked up suddenly in
Bruce Wilmarth's brown, surprised
eyes, ~ he stood beside her on the
soundless sand.
"Queenie |"
Bruce u
Then she chung about his knees like y
child:
"Oh. take me away! Oh, take ,ne
away |" she cried.
He lifted her in his arms and turned
away.
"That poor fellow r. he said, passing
he body cit Is one Of the sailors from
the Lady Lucy.
He carried her up to the hotel. The
phi ysician came and bandaged the in
jured ankle.
All the quiet evening Bruce Will
marth passed beside her sofa. The lit
tie hand be held chung tightly to his.
81 did not take passage last night
on account Of the weather. do yon
care, Queenie ?"
:" I am the most thaukfu girl in the
world - she said, humbly.
Aud you are not flirting With me
hardly. But III we're Bruce, it is
my last Irritation.