San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-08-29
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She remembered with a shudder how old
and frail the house was. "If it will only hold
out" she thought. The last time she went
out she found that the water had gained
on them. Slowly but surely it was climb.
ing upward. But there was this to be
thankful for-the wind had abated some
what and the rain had ceased
When she returned she said to her
guests: Lie down; you need rest more
than we do. If there is any danger ! will
call you
She took down her little Bible from a
shelf, and opening it began to read where
her eye CHANGED TO rest. Strangely enough,
it was the forty-siXth Psalm, and her voice
grew unsteady as she read:
God is our refuge and strength, very
present help in trouble. Therefore will we
not fear though the earth be removed and
the mountains he carried into the midst of
the sea, though the waters thereof roar
and be troubled, though the mountains
shake with the swelling thereof"
Then she knelt, and in a sweet, clear
voice repeated the Lords prayer, the other
| girls joining her with sols and broken
utterance.
Bertha and Miss Howard soon fell into a
light doze. Meg sat quietly, holding
| Peggy's hand in hers. Peggy" she said
earnestly, IF the water gets much higher
| we must go on the roof. 1t is about on a
| level with the second landing on the lower
| stairs. The window is never fastened, and
| we can open it easily from outside, and the
| window ledge is very broad. You know
| the ladder that leads up to the opening in
| the roof it's long enough to reach across.
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| bridge and crawl over! Once in the tower
| We are safe from the highest tide. wish
| We could have got there before"
Peggy started, as a strange culver like
| trsmor ran through the house. In an in
| slant Meg was by the led arousing the
sleepers. sit is the house, Peggy! | thought
| felt it before, but | was not sure. One or
| two more BOOKINGS like that and it will be
| all over with usr'
The four frightened girls climbed up
| hurriedly through the skylight, and drew
up the ladder after them. As they stepped
out upon the roof the moon struggled
through a rift in the clouds, and the flashes
of the great light showed them on all sides
| dreary waste of water. Nothing else was
visible save the tall, white tower close be-
| side them.
/
with Peggy's help showed the ladder out
by the fitful flashes until it rested firmly
\ on the stone ledge of the tower window.
"Now co." she said, reassuringly, to Miss
| Howard Don't he afraid. Hold fast
! to the sides of the ladder and feel your
| way on your knees from round to round.
| Then wait for a flash and raise the win
| dow"
After Il few moments of suspense the
| young girl reached the tower safely. Then
it was Bertha's turn, but she had to be
| urged and scolded and threatened by turns,
until Meg lost patience. "You are vast
ing precious time-and perhaps lives" she
said soIemnly, us there was another CULVER
| ing of the house under them.
M, 4, 20 yourself. Don't wait for her."
cried Peggy, beside herself with fear.
But Meg seized Bertha by the arm and
forced her out on the ladder, and she, too,
managed to make the passage safely.
| Now, Peggy, it's your turn"
| The young girl drew back. Not before
| YOU" but the sound of Meg's resolute
| voice silenced her Grasping the sides of
the ladder, she worked her way cautiously
| over, but as her feet touched the window
| ledge she felt a sudden dipping of the frail
| bridge, and house, ladder and Meg sank
| out of sight in an instant, and the only an
| swer to her despairing cry, "Megl Oh,
| Megl" was the mad rush of the cruel
| waters.
|
In the handsome new stone church in the
village is magnificent stained glass win
| dow, placed there by Mr.. Howard in mem.
| DRY of Meg A small marble tablet under
| meath tells the simple story of the young
| girls herOism. At the bottom of the win
| dow, in quaint lettering. are the words,
| Greater love hath no man than this, that
a man lay down his life for his friends"
Peggy goes to church regularly, but it is
not when it is filed with crowds of richly
| dressed summer visitors that she finds the
| most comfort. She likes it best when it is
| quiet aud deserted.
Sometimes when the organst is practic.
| ing he catches "a glimpse of Il slight young
| girl gliding into the church and standing
| for moment with eyes uplifted 10 the
| beautiful window Then the black robed
| little figure kneels quietly IN the corner of
pew, and the many Colorcd light falls
| upon the fair young head resting on the
clasped hands. And kueeling there, with
| the peaceful stiffness broken only by the
deep solemn tones of the organ cchOing
| beneath the frettcd roof, Peggy feels that
Meg is not very far off. Even death can
not separate them.-True Et1g.
Hunting for Kitty.