Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-03-27

own existence. But the storm WaXed
louder and louder, and the cold breeze be-
came intense, as when it freezes the lakes
in single breath Of the hurricane. Their
frail clothing could not keep out the biting
blast that the next moment froze upon
their garments. They felt that drowsiness
was stealing upon them, and yet they knew
that it was death; they sat half sheltered
against tree, fast losing all recollection
Awhile they murmurcd Of their lost way,
of home, Of heaven, and then there was
silence. Suddenly light flashed over
Joseph's fast dimming memory, that to
sleep thus was to sleep forever; and rous-
ing himself he approached Agnes and con
jured her to awake
agnes, dear Agnes" said he, wake;
lie not motionless, dear Agnes Awakel
awaken
Joseph, | am very cold, " She said as she
revived at his plaintye ejaculation, Let
me sleep"
But, Agnes you must not sleep" said
Joseph wildly
But she only smiled His words were in
vain. Her mind was wandering in dreams
With agonyof heart Joseph at length gave
over in despair, and wrapping bis mantle
closer around Agnes, threw himself down
same fate as the girl whose life was fast
! ebbing away.
Far away in their happy homes the light
still burned in the window for their beacon,
and their mothers sat, broken hearted,
weeping for them as for the dead
And their fathcrs-whcrc were theyY
Out on the hillside in the storm searching
for tbair lost gD4g Iuufip,r .yr,rv ,r,JI
known resort, and under the precipices and
in the streams, assisted by their neghbors,
with torches flashing out across the dark
ness, and their warning halloos ringing far
and clear along the night. For an hour
they maintained their search, until they
reached the stream whence Joseph and Az
mes had set out for Luguaquilla. There
they paused bewildercd and uncertain
where to proceed. Every nook and dell
and cliff around had been rauSackcd in
vain, and now, as they stood there in the
tOrchlight despair was seen on each cOun-
tcnance
But did we say all dcspaircd2 No One
still hOped-the pastor of the flock; for he,
too, gray haired though hc was, had turned
out into the pelting storm; and now he
stood there in the midst Of the seekers,
and, barring his white locks TO the icy
wind, called on all TO join him in "a prayer
that the loved ones might yet Dc rescued
from death and restored 10 their parents,
and even as he closed a smile of hope and
holy faith played ON his face a. if it were
the face Of an apostle, and just then, too,
favOrite dog of Agnes, which had seemed
forgotten hitherto, sprang from the group
and, with nose upon the ground, ran bark
ing wildly away up the hillside
"My children" said the old priest, God
hath already answered our prayers and
sent this dumb animal TO lead us on our
way Secl he hath found the path the
dear ones took. Fearnot Let us follow"
And they followed as he led, And on
they went, mile after mile up hillside and
around the mountain, and then down into
the valley and up the hillside once more,
and away and away until the chill air
made even some of those strong men shiv-
er. Yet never for a moment did the faith
full hound swerve from his way, nor did
his followers falter or doubt. but ON they
kept until the storm had almost subsidized
and full two hours time had passed since
they set forth on their search At length,
with a loud cry Of joy, the dog dashed
madly forward, and that eager band, old
and young together hurrying ON, beheld
al "a huuutl TURN lut TWO htdl ones lntN
sought lying side by side in the half shell
tered nook shrouded in the icy garments
they had wrapped around them ere they
sank to sleep.
They sprang as one man TO their sides
But alas though a smile was on each dear
ones check, yet all the color had fed from
thence and cold and motionless were Jo-
seph and Agnes Like an ice bolt through
their parents heart came the conviction Of
their deaths. But the old priest did not
despair Laying his hand upon their hearts
he CALCULATED. "They live; their hearts
beat family still Praised be the Lordw
"My child My childw was all the parents
could utter, as with mingled sobs and
thanksgiving they bent over the rescued
ones
A rude litter was hastily formed for the
sufferers. They were then wrapped in gar
ments torn from the backs Of hardy men,
who bore them on their shoulders home;
and the first dawn Of recollection that broke
slowly on Joseph and Agnes was in her
fathers cottage, with kind neighbors fos-
tering the warmth in their chilled frames,
and their parents hanging over them with
tears Of thankfulness and joy.
What more have we to add2 Nothing,
save that five years later there. was a we'd
ding in the valley Of Glendalough and that
Agnes and Joseph were the bride and
groom. - Barry O'Couner in New York
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