Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1893-09-16
uncls Jerry drew on, . Gorgeous red

cotton handkerchief ana mopped MS
brow, from which the Precipitation wa
rolling IN streams; then he continued:
"When come TO, there was Miss MAJ
and Mr.. Hugh holdin' the tiller with al
Their might The derned rope / haC
used to lash the handle had broke
They told me afterward that when i
happened Mr.. Hugh an Miss May sprans
to it, an between 'em they managed t.
keep her head before the wind.
"My arm was painin' me jest awful
but managed so put my well shouldel
to the wheel, so to speak, an found
could help considerable. The rope ha6
got pushed about the painter of the
dory. an was trailin' in the water be
hind.
''The girls had kinder walked up, al
but Miss Julie. She couldn't seem tt
get over her fear, but sat there as white
as a ghost with her teeth chatterin
Miss May looked at her a minute, ther
she got up and went over to her. / never
knew, but thinkin' of it afterward, il
seemed to me she must have felt so.Ie
thin of what was comm.
"Miss May stood there so sweet an
tender, an seq She
"Never mind, Julie dear, the worst
is over. | feel sure you'll reach home
safely an be happy Then sudden-likt
she stopped an kissed Miss Julie, an
come back to Mr.. Hugh an me.
Il think Mr.. Hugh's eyes begun tc
be opened then, for he gave her the
queerest look. She met his eyes, an fol
a moment her bright new color went
away then she turned to me an said, 81
pitiful: Poor Uncle Jerry! Hugh, hell
me to lash the rudder again; Uncle
Jerry can't staEd much more
81 moved little over, an they both
reached for the rope. The next moment
Miss May gave horrid, grooming cry,
an Mr.. Hugh was in the water holding
on by the rope Miss Mays face was
deathly pale, an she was all bent over
in the queerest way-telling Mr.. Hugh
to be patient. She didn't seem able to
move, an remember was sorter cross
at the idea of her givin' out jest when
she was most needed Icalled one of the
boys, ar between us we got Mr. Hugh
on board, Miss May all the time leanin'
more an more over the side, till feared
she'd be over, too. | warned her. but
she only said, No fear of that, Uncle
Jerry, an laid her head down on the
side of the boat. l might have known
dear lass, dear lass!'
Uncle Jerry paused to control the
culver in his old voice.
GAS we pulled Mr.. Hugh on board
there was sudden jerk, an Miss May
went over. | saw then what the trouble
had been. The rope that held the dory
was only partly out. an the sudden pull
Mr.. Hugh had given it had hauled it
tight an drawn Miss Mays arms tight
across her chest.
''The pain must have been awful, for
when we found her both arms were
broken an there was great dent across
her chest where the breath had been
knocked out of her, almost
"She knew If she said anything Mr..
Hugh would let go, so after that first
cry she never let a sound pass her lips.
''For a second or two the rope held her
up, an | thought | could save her, but
she knew better. AS | started to pull
her in her dear f;ce came above the
foam about it. She tried to shake the
water from her eyes in the old way.
:" Goodbye, Uncle jerry she says,
her soft voice all hoarse and strained
with the agony she was in-then she
looked at Mr. Hugh, an that look has
haunted me ever since. 1t was so full
of lovel You could see all she cared for
him, an all she'd suffered, kinder, in her
eyes. Good bye, Hugh, my dear, dear
Hugh she said, an his name, as it left
her lips, was the last sound she made;
then the water closed over her an she
never rose again"
Uncle Jerry didn't care to conceal the
honest tears that rolled down his cheeks,
and something in my own eyes blurred
the sea from my vision. Neither spoke
for minute, then | said did you say
they found herr"
Uncle Jerry replied, gruffly: 81 found
her myself, after the storm, lynn on
bed of sea-weed, that same lovin' look on
her face. l didn't tell no one, for
OOhiul pcdI uO OHo 10 lclCn Uer. gOt
my wagon an lined it with clover an
ferns that | cut ON purpose, an TUX her
up to Miss Hollis, an laid her on the
little bed she'd slept in all summer. The
next day her friends come and TUX her
home.
ut closed the season at Miss Hollis.
an | sold the Foam for twenty dollars to
get her out O. the bay, an l hsin't never
took pleasure party since. Guess |
won't paint any more ter-day"
And gathering up his brushes, Uncle
Jerry left me abruptly and started
through the heavy sands for home, while
moved my seat out of reach of the in
coming tide and watched his STOPPING
figure till it vanished in the door of his
cabin, and medtated on what | had
heard. - Frank Leslie's Weekly.
Exploring In Iceland.