The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-10-22
IN THE TIDE.

This Is the story OF the fate thai
befell Lieut.. Henry Crewe and Mar.
| garet Neville his bethrothed. who
disappeared from the infant city oil
Halifax on the afternoon OF Septem-
Der Is 1749. The facts were gath.
cred by one Nicholas Pinson from the
mouths OF Indians more or less con-
cerned. from the members OF the
Neville family and from much saga
clous conjecture and woven with an
infinite deal OF irrelevant detail into
q narrative which has been vigorously
condensed lin the present rendering.
There was faint opallne haze in
the afternoon air. and In the still
waters OF the harbor tho low hills
with their foliage lightly touched In
bronze and amethyst and amber were
faithfully reproduced. Into hollow
between two knobs wooded with
beech trees ran shallow cove. its
clear waters edged with sand OF q
tender greenish gray. Close to the
waters edge stood the lovers and
across the silence they could hear
pulsating dimly the hammer OF them
that were building the city.
Listen" said the man. as he drew
the girl closely to him and kissed her
on the forehead; those are the
strokes that are making n homo fer
u.s."
The girl lifted her lips for a kiss
that never reached them. The man
was seized from behind. dark hand
covered his mouth. and Lieut. Henry
Crewe his sword unstirred In his
scabbard, found himself pinioned
hand and foot ere he had time to
realize that other arms were about
him than those OF the woman he loved.
With her 1t Jared in like fashion; save
that before they covered her mouth
she found time for one long piercing
cry. 1t was heard by those who were
working on the city palisades; but no
man could tell the direction whence
1t came. Presently a search party
set out for the thick woods lying q
little north OF west from the city; but
in the meantime the Indians had car.
yled their captives northward to the
lakes. and were making all speed on
the Funday coast by way OF ths Shu-
benacadie trail
Henry Crewe was a tall man. and
we'll sinewed. and for brief space he
etrove so fiercely with his bonds that
his fair skin flushed well-nigh purple.
and his lips under the yellow mus
tache curle6 apart terribly. like
those OF n beast at bay. Unable to
endure the anguish OF his effort
Margaret averted her eyes. for she
knew the hopelessness OF it Like
all the Nevlles OF Nova Scotia to this
day. the girl was somewhat spare OF
form and feature with dark hair q
clear dark skin and eyes OF deep color
that might be either gray or green.
Her terrible cry had been far less the
utterance OF blind terror than a
deliberate signal to the garrison at
the fort and SO complete was her
self-control that when Crewe present.
ly met her gaze his brain grew clearer
he forgot the derision in the Indians
painted faces ceased his vain strug.
giles and bent all his thought 10 the
task OF finding means OF deliverance
The captives were thrown into
canoes and padded swiftly to the
head of the long basin which runs
inland for miles from the head OF the
harbor. As the beginning of the
portage their feet were unbound and
their mouths set free from the SUI
locating gags
oh. Margaret! Margaret! To
think | should have brought You to
this!" exclaimed Crewe in harsh
voice the moment his lips were free.
The girl had confidence In her low
er's power OF finding some way OF pro.
tecting her In case no help came from
the city. Her sole thought now was
to show herself brave and In no way
embarrass his judgment Before she
could answer. however. the leader OF
the band struck Grove across the
mouth with the fat OF his Ratchet as
q hint that he should keep silence.
Had Crewe been alone. bound as he
was he would have felled his assail-
ant with blow OF the foot but for
Margarets sake he forced himself to
endure the indignity tamely, though
his blue eyes famed with SO danger
Gus light that the Indian raised his
uutCuoI again III ucudCo no RiTl |
heart bied under the stroke and at
sight OF the wounded mouth but she
prudently abstained from speech.
Only she spoke one word Ia low
voice that said all things to her lovers
ear the one word: Beloved"
Late on the following day tho band |
drew up Their canoes on the banks OF
the Shubenacadie. where its waters
began to redden with the tide and
struck through the woods by dark
trail. Tho next day tho captives
were tortured by the sight OF white
steeple In the distance belonging to
IN Acadian settlement Grove
judged this to DO the village OF Beau
The surmise was confirmed
when. few hours later after a wide
detour to avoid tho settlement the
flag OF France was seen waving over
the foliage that clothed loLg line OF
heights. BY this time the band was
vast expanse OF salt
marshes. and. after crossing little