The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1891-05-06
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one try and save my child, my only
child?" shrieked the old miser
wringing his hands and running
back and forward like one demented
But all turned away. There was
scarcely one present who had not
suffered at the hands of the hard
hearted Boston money-lender.
"Oh, for the love of heaven-you
who are fathers, think of mel My
daughter will perish II yon do not
go for herl Thompson, you will go.
l will give you anything g-anything
in reason" ii444
"Risk my life for your danghterl
Not II said the man, with mock
ing laugh, shaking off the miser, 'all
your gold would not tempt me out
on that boiling sea. Besides am a
father, too, and must think of my
own family"
"Oh, she will die, she will be
drowned my child for whom Ihave
toiled and saved, sy and sinnedl
Jones you will go. Twill give you
a hundred dollars"
"Not for ten thousandr" gruffiy
said the man addressed.
81 will give . thousand dollars to
anyone" eagerly said the miser.
"a thousandl only think. DAILY, -
and he seized one ofthe onlookers
by the shoulder, aoh, goi and the
blessings of a broken-hearted man
will go with you"
"Not likeiyi" answered Daily, "for
I'd never return to enjoy your mon
Hey. No, old man, you will have to
face it like tho rest of us. Your
daughter will die"
"Will die? Oh, no! she shan't die.
Take all l have, but save my child. /"
"It's no use," snid the old dock.
master; "all the world would not
tempt any one to put out in temp
est like this. It's a hard lot for you,
for Polite was sweet angel. But
the bark will go to pieces within
half an hour. So there's no more
hope"
The poor distracted old m n
heard the speaker in silence. Then
he turned and looked out to sea,
where few minutes before the out
lines of the stranded bark might
have been seen through the twilight
almost buried in the whirling foam
that howled over the bar on which
she lay, but now darkness shut her
from view and the only knowledge
of her position was derived from
the booming of her minute guns
across the waves.
: Old Smelling, the miser, who, by
usury, had amassed immense wealth,
was hated by all. He had sent his
daughter abroad to get her out of
the way of u young man who loved
her with lifs's devotion, but who
was too poor for the miser's favor
Before the bark had disappeared
from sight terrible tempest came
on and she was stranded, hopeless
wreck.
Five minutes of dead silence pass
ed. The only noise heard was the
booming of guns. A young man
burst through the crowd and laying
his hand on the old mans shoulder
said:
aMr. Smelling, is it true your
daughter is ON that bark2"
"Yes! You will try and rescue
her." and then recognizing the
stranger, he said, @ohl It's Harry
Danel Surely you do not triumph
in my distress2'
Heaven forbid" was Harry's fer
vent reply.
81 have come to aid you if 1 can.
If succeed win you;give me your
daughter? love her SO that if /
cannot save her at least ] can die
near her."
Every bystander knew that old
Smelling had frequently declared
that he would rather see his daugh.
ter dead than the wife of Harry
Dane. Now the miser answered.
with a gasp:
"Yesl Only save her and she shall
be yours.
Harry paused no longer, but in a
minute his little boat was afioat, and
accompanied by solitary compan-
ion he set forth.
The boat rose gallantly ON the
waves, shaking like duck the spray
from her sides, ana for "a few min.
utes was seen momentarily cutting
the outline of the gloomy sky as she
attained the summit of the pillows.
and then she gradually passed into
the darkness and was lost to sight.
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