The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1883-08-29

cattle and sheep, but this man was nor
Willy, by any means, and Mrs. Jordan
and Jenny were unusually happy when
April came and Willy was home again.
The first day of May Jenny ran to the
well for water. The wind was blowing
very fresh, and as she pulled up the
bucket she noticed how very rough the
water was on all sides of the island.
She wondered, half idly, if her own little
boat down at the north cove was Sc
curely moored; if the young lambs who
came into the world only the night be-
fore wouldn't get a chill; and above all;
why the gulls screamed so much louder
than usual. Harki surely that was not
the scream of a gull. That was human
voice shouting: "Helpi helpr',, She
rushed toward the north shore hatless,
coatless, with her long hair, which her
violent motion loosened, streaming in
the wind.
AS he passed the house Mrs. Jordan,
with face like that of dead woman,
looked out of the door and pointed to
the cove. Once more she heard that
agonized cry, and then the truth broke
upon her. 1t was Willy; and gaining
the height of land at this moment she
saw, quite long distance out, his over
turned boat. At the same instant she
heard Mr.. Jordan shouting through his
window: "Hold on, Willy, Jenny is
comingi" Poor Mr.. Jordan, so disabled
was he that it was only after repeated
attempts, and in spite of the severest
pain, that he got to the window; and he
had not, as he afterwards owned, the
faintest hope that the girl, in that sea,
could get her boat off, much less out, in
time to save Willy, whom he could see,
although she could not, struggling in
the water. But Jenny had no misgiv-
ings. '.Yes; am coming, Willy; hold
onp' she shouted. But, to her dismay,
her own little boat, with its slender oars
which she could use as deftly as she
could sewing-machine,w was adrift, and
worse than that, Willy had taken the
oars belonging to the old dory, still at
its moorings, to go out in his boat to
which, upside down, she could now see
him clinging. No oars were left but
the heavy ones used in the great sail
boat. She had no time wherein to
think how much more difficult her
task would be on account of these
facts, but quick as a flash unshipped
the old dory and pushed of with the big
oars. So high ran the waves, and so
terribly was the wind blowing, that
both Mr.. and Mrs. Jordan, who were
watching her, thought the boat would
fill, and thus they would lose both their
children. But she was as cool as if she
had been merely out for pleasure row,
and managed her clumsy craft so
adroitly that she took in very little
water, although she was drenched to
the skin by the flying spray. Once
only, she told them afterward, she
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threatened instant destruction, and she
moment of starting, she had kept IN
sight The great, unwieldy oars
seemed to mock her utmost strength,
and she did not know but she was faint
ing, perhaps even dying.
..But it was only a second. (" and she
said: s.I heard this ringing in my ears:
They did everything for you, now you
save Willy"
And she did save him. His last con-
scious moment was spent in getting
into her boat, where he lay like one
dead, unable to help her in what was
almost as dangerous as getting out
getting back. Fortunately, the hired
man, who had been shooting on the sea-
side of the island, appeared in time to
assist her in making landing and in
carrying Willy to the house. 1t was
half a day before he was able to speak,
but they knew the first time he opened
his eyes that he was fully aware who
saved him.
He soon told them that going out to
take up his lobster pots, he piled so
many on his boat that their weight,
combined with the rough sea, over
turned it.
Like many sea-faring people, he could
not swim a stroke, and if the lobster
pots had not been anchored by what is
called a "skedger," which he had not
pulled up, he would have given himself
up for lost. But the boat was so en-
tangled with the lobster pots that the
kedger kept it from drifting at once
out of reach, and he held on.
When they asked him if he thought
Jenny would reach him in time, he
said. 81 hadn't doubt but she would -
He had rheumatic fever, spite OF
all his courage, and they had to send to
the mainland for physician. They
told him the story, and we think he
must have written the Humane Society,
for one day when Jenny went to Seal
HarOor for the mail she was amazed,
beyond words. as nice little box was
handed her by her old friend, the Hol-
den boy, which contained the beautiful
silver medal the society bestows for
such acts of noble self-forgetfulness.
Jenny likes to look at the medal, but
says: "Of course 1 do not deserve it,
for never could have looked my Aunt
Mary Jordan in the face if / had moi
saved Willy. VIDE At0dke.