St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1890-04-12

tho Winding, cutting gusts Of rain.
Below you. around you the clinging,
drifting, wet and shifting sands. chains
Of flaming light and the roar Of
Heavens artillery above you'll WhA I
say. does not know about III
With leaden tec.the moments dragged
themselves along. Atiength there came
the return signal, and, on! the s...aailing
of eyes, the brcathies. Watching as that
precious trtightcd boat was seen thread
ing the pillows.
Three rousing cheers for the brave
lads, and then-Out upon the beach
ready hands lifted three wea-y, faint.
ing men and a sensclcss woman, holding
to her breast a little, drowned baby.
"Sha Mas an Italian brig" said a
fisherman, briefly, to them. '.All the
rest were drowned" And he turned
away.
Poor souls! poor s%ouls!" sighed little
Miss Barton. Then, as the poor mother
was lifted up-''take her to my home"
she cried. and lead the way. Others
pressed forward eagerly, and before the
morning broke over BrockpOrt the wan
uerers wcrc chcercd, comforted and
cared for in the snug cottages.
1t was noon of the next day when
little Miss Barton, standing in her door
way, saw q group Of men coming down
the cliff road. As they drew nearer she
IA by the expression Of their faces that
they were bringing her news Of some
sort
by her little white gate they waited,
and One an old man, whose son she had
helped to save from himself, came slow
~ up the pathway. She ran 10 meet him.
''What is it? Tell me quickly!" sho
cried. Il can listen, for Widow Morse
is caring for the sick woman"
The old fisherman lifted his SLOUGH
hat and left the warm sun shine to play
about his scanty, gray locks. His
wcather-beaten face was turned toward
her.
"You saved my boy when the drink
was maxim . devil Of him, and my
Mary's heart was breakin' under it.
Bless you- he added. reverently. The
group at the gate drew neal.
There amt one of us as hasn't known
and felt your goodness in some way.
Us our wives our children. And
we've como to tell you (mo and my
mstes) the blessedest news to all o. u.s."
There is n as we all thought dead.
There is one as sailed away years ago."
Miss Barton caught hold Of his arm. .
A death-like pallOr spread over her
face, and she seemed about to sink to
the earth. But in one moment she raj
lied again, and turned her face full to
the speaker.
man." she cried, in . tone that had
never been heard from her lips before-
mani"
There is one - was saved again lat
night from the sea as has beep <0rkin',
'aaes"', Praya"', to get 70 ye these twenty
years." He got no further.
With a cry that those around her
never forgot little Miss Barton fell upon
her knees, and. lifting her arms Heaven
ward, gave thanks to God aloud.
They took her to the cottage that held
him 4 little later, when her strength re-
turned, for joy seldom kills. There .
worm, SCARED, gray-bearded man, the
lover of her youth, awaited her. No
n saw that meeting.
But when, with his hand clasped by
her strong ones, he told the pitiful story
Of their capture by the Malays in for
eign seas. the long years of slavery and
privations Of the few survivors, their
sad deaths. his escape and the wreck in
sight Of land, those hat heard him,
though they shed many a tear, thanked
God from honest hearts that the end had
come to little Miss Rarton's "waitin'."
Grace Virginia-Halsey, in Christian at
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