Daily Republican., 1888-03-08
EVANS swEHraEAhr.

She was the only child OF his early
love, and he was 30 fond of her that
she had received that nickname.
Oddly enough we found ourselves in
Llylworth fifteen years from that time,
and we asked il Evan were married.
married. Dearl Ma'ain, he will
never be married. He loved once; he
will never again"
"And Wine? Is she still as pretty,
Is she marriedW
"Prettyi She's just beautiful, ma'ami
Her mother was nothing to her; for
she is so sweet and good anu true.
Married? oh, no; she's had lovers
enough tor any girl to pick from, but
she refuses them ALL"
That evening. however, a sudden
and fearful tempest broke over Llyl-
worth. No one could sleep. Those
who were in be1 got up again aud
dressed.
Mark and went down to the shore,
for the sea was q sight to behold.
Among the crowd l saw Evan
Routh, and Wine leaning on his arm,
while he protected her from the fierce
wind. Bronzed, weather beaten and
handsome, he looked certainly more
like her father. They didn't look
lovers.
Suddenly. through the gloom and
under driving wreck, there appeared
an object which made every woman
utter cry and every man sharply
draw his breath. II was a ship--s
doomed ship being driven on the
rocks.
Soon she showed signals of distress,
seeking help from the shore.
One man alone answered the appeal
Evan R0uth.
Striding forward, facing round To
the others, he cried:
"Lads, who's ready OF you to go
with me to try To save yondcr shipl
Think, mates, there may be women
ard children on boardw
There was silence.
"What" he cried. sis there not a
man among your Am TO go by my
selIH''
"No; not if can be of any USE"
uttered cry, for the speaker was
Mark.
Thank you, sir" replied Evan
Routh. you We got the courage, but
not the skill. You're not used to the
sea, so you would be in the way. But
you've shamed these fellows into
pluck"
Three or four had stepped forward,
and soon they began to run the boat
down,
The ship had been hurled upon the
reefs with an awful crash. There was
momenlary mountain OF loan.
When 1t cleared away the ship had
| gone--not a vessel.
What of the bo1t9
We looked back 10 the spot whera il
had been.
II was not there,
We waited fer it 10 start up from
the dark trough OF some billow.
II never camel
"She's gonew calculated the crowd
l looked toward Niuie; her stony
face was still turned To the sea, bat
she had dropped on her knees.
The men were down at the marge,
with ropes ready TO rush in and try "a
save any OF the unfortunate men wbC
might be washed up alive.
The women ran TO and fro scream
ing, crying, beating their hands 10
plying despair
Wine remained still kneeling, mo
tiouless.
Another and another were rescued
Then farther down the beach soms
fishers drew out one and uttered ne
cry.
Mark could not stay me; felt ex
cited, madl l FASTENED to the spot
Oh, Heavenl there he lsy-handsome
calm. as in sleep-the man who hat
30 bravely risked his life for others
Evan Routh--deadl
The men in their hearts deep sym
pathy could utter no sound. Blu
somehow the truth was OWNED, ans
others formed ring around.
| Abruptly there was u movement,
whisper:
keep the poor lass back"
Keep her backt Would II hAV'
been possiblel
| Wine mad guessed who lay there
Her hair loose and tossed By Lhe wind
her head uncovered; her features
stony, but now rigid with grief, AL
agony that could utter no soundi sh'
broke her way through, and looked
upon the body.
| One low, appalling cry, piercing
every heart, broke from her lips. Sh'
sank ON her knees, then dropped owe
the dead fisher, her face gu his We
breast, her arms about him tight
tight.
Thcn-silence.
| Was she weeping? Was her sorrow
too deep for tears Had she fount
temporary relief from misery in un
consciousnessf
A space we waited. Then wo
man stepping TO her. stopping, genti,
raised her, saying:
"Come, dear lass take comfort
The Lords will be donei II man eve
went to glory he has, for he died try
Ing TO save others"
The girl made no resistance, uttered
no word. Her arms hung limp, he
head fell back on the woman's shout
der.
The woman utter cry of terror.
"Heaven be merciiul 10 usp SHE
exclaimed; "the lass is dead"
Il II was true.
WINES heart, full of pure an'
holy love, had broken for the man he
mother had cruelty jilled.
Remnants.
Remnants of embroidery very oheal
At Hnkill 8 Poist's, Second and Tatnal
streets.