The Middlebury register and Addison County journal. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1883-1885, 1884-07-25


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me tbe glass said and UI soor , w,So
ont that il was Mrs Wornor o0o ,a n,;,u
frantic gestures to catch onr .+tnmtinrS
she wos bore. boodcd and a.o av50 ~ a.
rain at tbe end of the land;n~ Thnn
she ran into tbe house and horon 70
wave n white table.clotb from one of tbo
upper windows.
/" 'Very likely she wants IN know IL
her dear William oot 70 Detroit safely {,
/ grumbled; but supnose we'd better
round to-
CAS- the boat made tbe dock the clerk
sprang ashore, and in n few minutes we
had the whole story. Willie had been
playing with the skiff in the slim ne he
had done scores of times before Mrs.
Warner had been busy over some house
hold duty ana did not notice that II
rained. When she did, she went at once
! to call Willie in. But she could not find
either the boat or the boy. Both had
vanished as though the lake had swal-
lowed them up.
"She had not dared to go inland to
the village 10 seek help, for fear of miss
ing our boat as it passed, but she had for
hours been running up and down the
shore calling in vain to her darling
Some of the lady passengers wrapped
the distracted mother in shaws, for she
would not delay moment, and we put
out into the lake.
followed the course of the wind as
well as | could, for knew well enough
that the little fellow had been blown out
into the lake, where there was a but
small chance that we should find him,
for it was unlikely 50 froil n boat could
live long in such a heavy sea.
''For an hour we beat about without
seeing an object on the water. when
away in the distance there was a dark
spot that came occasionally in siobt on
the top of the waves. Tom said to
my mate. can Won make ont what that
is on the starboard quarter? Is it loo
or boatl'
"It's log adrift, sir
"It's not! I'm sure it's not It's n
boatp shrieked a voice close bv me. and
l saw, to my surprise, Mrs. Warner, who
l supposed was in the cabin. neerino
into the drilling rain. To all nv ap,
peals to her to 90 below. she kent cry-
ing:
'''It is a boat it is a boatl He is
saved
'Without a glass to aid her vision. her
strong mother-love gave her keenness of
sight denied to US II was a boat. Rut
it was only on nv threatening to abandon
the search that the wretched woman con
scented to 90 below,
1.-TWO minutes later the mate cried:
Yes, sir, it is a boat. but it's empty so
far as l can see. There's nobody sitting
in it.
at was true. There the little skiff
was tossing about, like cork on the
waves, with one scull dangling in the
row-locks, but not a soul could be seen
in her.
"'Tom, said !, nervously, for / felt
sure the boy was not in the boat. and I
actually trembled with apprehension lest
the sad news would kin his mother.
will you go down and tell that poor
woman what we have seenp
" mot for all the gold in California;
said the mate decidedly; and vet he's as
brave fellow as ever sailed the lakes.
1--WE passed the word to have Mrs.
Warner taken into cabin. as we neared
the skiff. felt so angry with that moor
painted toy of pleasure boat, that had
half mind to run it down. But of course
| wasn't quite foolish enough for that.
The mate and two of the deck hands put
oil in the yawl, for our wash would have
capsized the skiff had we gone any
nearer. With a listless eve I watched
them approach the boat, for l felt a
leaden weight at my heart, because I was
sure l should be obliged to tell the
young mother of her loss. l saw Tom
get hold of the painter, and then spring
into the skif. Then
"Safe! safel The bow is herep