The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1886-01-14
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colony. Fifty dollars u month | was
offered for my services, and rs l had
not an acquaintance in the country |
gladly accepted. That would bring
mo food, c;oihin@, and shcltcr-- more
than l had been aDlo to obtain in dear
France, My two pupils, NJ. Rabut us
surcd Sne. were weil-bchavcu children.
The girl was just Is, already young
lady. and tho 10-year boy was equally
apt at study. After all, l WAS only re-
quired to give five hours n day to
teaching. The rest Of my time was al
together my own, TO be devoted either
TO work or sleep rs | pleased.
1t was threatening day in April
well remember it-whcn | started out
to walk to the great house where | was
to earn my bread. AS | walked on |
began TO dream. What future did this
new land hold in reserve for mcp |
had not come to it with any idea OF
making II fortunc-;tllhough II Young
man of 25, had acquired enough com
mon sense TO save mo from such illus
ions-but only 10 earn y good living
and lay up enough to enable me, when
an old man, to return to Franco and
sleep at last under tho shadow Of my
own village SDirc. Soon | caught SIGHT
OF the lofty chimney OF the sugar mill
--thCn the house itself, buried in Il
thick grove OF mango trees, and, rs |
feared being late, | quickCncd my step.
Under the Vcranda, :IrraHy crowded,
saw people rushing back and forward
-running,. aud no one noticed me Us
assembled the front steps except II big,
lat ncgrcsS, crOucniUw at The entrance
who sobOcd and erred with removed
despair ut my coming. There on the
sofa, ut full lrngtm, lay Il young girl
almost Il child. Her long, bright hair,
ali streaming with water, fell over tho
back OF the sofa, and hA,i lrippcd upon
the ycranda uniii Il little pool had
formed upon IT," llHgs. Sac was whittier
than piece OF marO.C; the ViUiclS OF
death were on her compressed lips; her
ulcicSs arms Lay rig!dIy Strai lit by her
side; and Nj. Rl"u,, on his knees be-
side her, was k!$SiN : one OF her hands.
'Drownrd, my dear sir, she got
droWned.' said Il good old lady of
about 60 years OF age, who came to me
holding out i,cr hand in tue frirndlicst
manner Imaginable. "But YOU have
,walkcd here" she continued; "you
isust be tired. Oi course you viii take
something. Myriil!"
''Mamma! Ga. mammal" cxclaim-
cd Nj. r tDuI. rai,in5 his mead. You
see, he said TO me, with Il sob, "you
sec she was out bathing; the river sud
denly rose, und---"
His head fell forward arain over the
little white hand to winch his lips
clung.
"Myrlii! Myriii!" ayatn cried the
good lady, "Iring Il glass Of Madeira
70 the gentleman. Or perhaps you
Would prefer something ciSr?'
1 questioned the lamiiy. Tho girl
had not Dccn twenty minutes under
water. And Yet lm>y had done moth
ang--had not even n!od TO do any
thing.
I gavo my orders brichy-thoy were
obeyed.
Half an hour passed.. What! was
not that flush we SAW mounting 10
the colorless chc&ks. Oh, how ferycnt
q prayer he uttered that moment 10
tho good God! And it seemed to me
the arm held had become less frrid
At that moment Il Lorsoman came UP
ut full gaIlop.
"Myrtl! Myrtii! take the doctors
horse TO the stabIc!' cried tho good
lady, descending the steps TO meet the
physician. "An, doctor. | knew il!
Your powder coud not do ne any
good. The whole night, doctor, | was
in pain. An! how badly slrpir'
Tho doctor came directly to us.
Good! young man!--vrry good, in
deed! That is just what should have
been done"
Come, comet" he cried in Joyous
tone, after Il few moments had passed.
1--WE arc all right noW-we shall get
OIL with nothing worse than. fright!
why, you Old coward, have | not al
ready told you SOP Here! let mo SEQ
happier face on youP' And he guvo
shoulder.
Then, suddenly turning to mo, he
asked:
But you-whcrc aro you from? /
before" '0N '''''
u camo from Brittany, doctor. by
way OF Paris and Port L9uis."
Look!- look" - he had already
turned his back upon lnc---"she is Oman.
: ing her cyos!n
M; RabGt invo,untmily so:z,d NV
ihand, and dragged mo TO ;ho sofa.
She opened her eycs Ihoy were
blue the eyes L always liked bose -
"Helcnc! my own Helcnop' nurmur-
so inc poor lathcr, STOPPING 90 kiss her
forehead. ...1
Gentle! your exclaimed tho doc
tor, pulling him back. Let her have
dir, if you ploascP"
> M. Rabut drew back, without letting
80 my hand.
Myrtil returned from the stable.
'Myrtil! Myrti!!--wcIl, how about
that breakfastP Is il going TO be roady
to-day or to-morrowPf
MA fol! I'm ready for itr' cried the
doctor. "Ihat, gnlIop gave mo u fero-
cious appetite.
why, Myrtii! sorvc the Madeira to
those gentlcmcn!"
This time MyrliI obeyed.
~ was in the aiternoon when left