The Penn's Grove record., 1888-03-31
NUMBER 50.


1t seemed an odd answer for 8
golden-haired child to give when VI,
asked her name.
II am Evan Routh's sweetheart"
She was only the child of his early
love, and he was so fond OF her that
she had received that nickname.
Oddly enough We found ourselves
In Llylworth fifteen years from that
time, and we asked if Evan were mar
ried.
"Marriedi Deari Ma'am, he'll
never be married. He loved once, nell
level again"
"And Wlniea Is she still as pretty
Is she married?"
pretty! She's Just beautiful,
ma'amt Her mother was nothing to
her; for she ia so good and sweet and
true. Married. On, no, she's had
lovers enough for any girl to pick
from, but she refuses them ALL"
That evening, however, a sudden
and fearful tempest broke over Llyl-
worth. No N could sleep. Those
who were in bed got up again and
dressed.
Mark and l went down to the shore,
for the sea was a sight to behold.
Among the crowd l saw Evan Routh,
and Wine leaning on his arm, while
he protected her from the 1erce wind.
Bronzed, weather-beaten and hand
some, he looked certainly more like her
father. They didn't look like lovers.
Suddenly, through the gloom and
under diving wrack, there appeared
an object which made every woman
| pttar n nrr, md n,,n,r ,o,n bar1,
draw his breath. 1t was q ship-a
doomed ~ship-being driven on the
rocks.
Soon she showed signals of distress,
seeking help from the snore.
One man alone answered the appeal
Evan Routh.
Striding forward, facing round to the
others, he cried:
lads, who's ready OF you to 60
with me to try to save yondeE ship
Think, mates, there may be women
n children on board"
There was 8 Silence.
What" re cried, sis there not a
man among your Am | to 20 by ns.
self"
No; not IL I can be of any use."
l uttered a cry, for the speaker was
Mark.
"Thank you, SIR" replied Evan
Routh. You've got the courage, but
not the skill. You're not used to the
sea, so woull be In the way. But
you've shamed these fellows into
pluck"
Three or four had stepped for
ward, and sOon they began to run
the boat down.
Tie ship had been hurled upon the
reefs with an awful crash. There was
a mOmentary mountain of foam. When
it cleared away the ship had gone-not
il yestlge remained in view.
What of the boat?
We looked back to the spot where 1t
had been.
1t Was not there!
We waited for it to start up from
the dark trough Of some billow.
1t never camel
"She's gonel' calculated the crowd.
l looked toward Wine; her stony
face was still turned to the sea, but
she had dropped on her knees.
The men were down at the marge,
with ropes ready to rush In and try to
save any of the unfortunate men who
might be washed up alive.
Tie women ran to and fro scream
ing, CRYING, beating their hands in
plying despair.
Wine remained still kneeling, mo-
tlonless.
Another and another were rescued.
Then farther down the beach some
fishers drew out one and uttered no
cry.
Mark could not stay me; I felt ex-
cited, madl l fastened to the spot. On,
tIeayenl there he lay-handsome, calm,
as In sleep-the nan who had so
bravery risked his life for others-Evan
Routh-dead!
The men in their hearts deep sympa.
thy could utter no sound. But some
how the truth vas OWNED, and others
formed d ring around.
Abruptly there was a movement, u
whisper:
keep the poor lass back"
kesp her backf Would 1t have been
possible?
Wine had guessed who lay there.
Her hair loose, and tossed by the wind;
her head uncovered; her features stony,
but now rjgii with grief, an agony
that could utter nc soundI she broke
her way through, and looked upon the
body.
one low, appalling cry, piercing
every heart, broke from her lips. She
sank on her knees, then dropped over
the dead fisher, her face on his wet
breast, her arms about him tight
tight.
Then silence.
Was she weeping? Was her sorrow
too deep for tears? Had she found
temporary relief from misery in I'M
consciousness?
A space We waited. Then a woman
stepping to her, STOPPING, gently raised
her, saying:
Come, dear lass! take comfort. The
Lords will be donel If man aver went
to glory he has. for he died trying to
save Others"
The girl made no resistance, uttered
10 word. Her arms hung limp, her
head fell back on the woman's
shoulder.
The woman uttered a cry of terror.
Heaven be- meTciful TO usl" she ex-
claimed; 1.-THE lass is dead!'
1t wa true.
Wlnie's heart, full ola pure and holy
love, had broken for the man whom
her mother had cruelty lifted.