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


might ind sure succor II only tn,
Il gallant Frenchmen could DO mad,
aware OF what was passing 80 nea
i them. He saw Margarefs eyes fxet
with terrible appeal upon tho hostil,
works wherein 70: Ter a-d for h.,
lover lay safety; and. agonized Il
| feel his utter helplessncss he raised I
long and ringing shout which as Il
seemed to him. must reach the very
souls OF those behind the ramparts.
Margarots heart leaped with hope.
which fiickered out rs she saw the In.
Indians laugh grimly ut the foolish
effort To be within sight OF help
and yet SO Infinitely helpless! For
the first time the girl yielded tc
complete despair and her head sank
upon her breast
After skirting for perhaps an hour
a red and all but empty channel
which Crewe recognized by hearsay
as the bed OF the Tantramor Cor Tint
amarre water OF hubbub") the saw
ages suddenly led their captives down
the steep cleaning abyss of mud TO
tho edge OF the shallow current which
now. at low tide. clattered shrilly sea.
ward over clods OF blue clay and small
stones rolled down from the uplanda
The place was like hideous gaping
pit. A double winding OF the chan
mel closed 1t in above and below.
Some forty or fifty feet over their
heads against pure sky OF loyeliest
blue waved shaggy fringe OF salt
grasses following In the autumn air.
This harsh and meagre heritage en-
circled the rim OF the chasm. and
seemed to make tho outer world OF
men infinitely remote. The sun. an
hour or two past noon. glared down
Whitley into the gull. and glistened
, In myriad OF steely reflections from
the polished blu. irregular sleeps OF
slime There was something so
strange and monstrous in the scene
that Margarets dull misery was
qulckened to q namelcss horror. Sud-
denly voice which she hardly rec.
oSnized as that OF her lover. said
slowly and steadily:
Margaret this Is the end OF our
journey; we have come to the end.
Looking up she met Crewe's eyes
fastened upon her with q gaze " hich
seemed to sustain her and fill her
nerves with strength. With the end
OF his uncertainty his will became
clear and his resolution perfect as
tempered steel. An Indian had
brought two stakes and thrown them
on the mud at the LEADERS, feet
Margaret looked ut the tide mark far
up the dreadful slope then again into
her lovers face. She understood;
but she gave no sign save that her
skin blanched to a more deathly pal.
lor. and she exclaimed in a voice OF
poignant regret: Have we kept sill
ence all these long hours only for
this? Aud had so much to say to
you"
There will be time" he said.
gently. and his voice was a caress.
1.-The food tide has not yet begun
and 1t will take some hours And 1t
was we'll dear. that we could not
speak; for SO you had hope till the
last to support you while l had none
having heard the Indians say we were
to die though they said not In my
hearing when or how.
A faint flush OF pride rose into the
girl face and she stretched out her
pinioned arms to him aud cried:
You shall not be deceived in me-
will be worthy OF you and will not
shame our race before these beasts"
BY this time the stakes were driven
into the strong clay. They were
placed some way up the slope and
one littlo space above the other. To
the lower stake they fastened Crewe.
AS the girl was being bound to the
other her arms were freed for q mo-
ment that the savages might more
readily remove her upper garmenAs.
and by a swift movement she loosened
her hair SO that it fell about her
knees--the splendid Neville hair still
no bounty then on English scalps and
the horror OF the scalping knife was
not threatened them. When the
savages had made their task complete !
they laughed in their victims faces
and reiterated up the steep and over
tho grassy rim.
Are they gomez" asked the girl.
NO they are lying in wait to !
watch u.s." answered Crewe; and as
he ceased speaking muffled sound |
was heard and with sudden hubbub |
that flied the chasm with clamor the |
first OF the flood tide came foaming
round the curve and the descending
current halted as II in fear OF the
meeting. The next moment the bed
OF the stream was hidden by boiling
reddish torrent racing up the chan
mel and the tide was creeping by
inches toward the captives' feet. For
an hour or more the bright gulf OF |
death was so loud with this turmoil
and with the echoes from the red
walls OF mud and the yellow eddies
of foam whirled and swept so dlzzily
past their eyes that tho captives'
senses were dulled in measure. as II
by some crude anodyne or vast mos
meric influence. When. however. the
channel was about one third full and
the water now beginning to cover
Crewe feet the food became more
quiet and eluable. spreading smoothly
over freer spaces. Presently there
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