Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1893-10-13
FOR LOVES SAKE.

dali has had an opportunity OF talking II
Ethel Van Zandt alone since the yacht
started out.
IL have formed a plan," he says, 'tha'
will cause your mother 10 consent TO oul
marriage and settle Lord Fenylls chances
forever. You must fall over the rail intC
the water"
''Tomp she gasped, staring at him with
wide eyes.
"Yos-wait. You must fall into the wa
ter, you see, and then will jump over and
save your life. IT will be easy. As soon al
you fall will be overheard too. DO no,
be afraid TO trust yourself TO me. There Ii
really not much danger, because can swim
as we'll as can walk. 1t is the only way,
dear, believe me. You are not afraid"
She considered little.
IL see, Tom. You think mamma will be
~ glad to have me brought back TO life that
she will-will let us have our way"
yes, that is just it," he agreed.
But, Tom, she urged, suppose mann
ma will not yield theni"
"She will, though" he asserted cona-
IDENTIFY.
Something Of his own daring spirit In
| feoted her The spice of danger, her full
confidence in his ability. their long love,
otherwise hopeless-she made no further
| objection, but entered heart and soul into
the wild scheme.
"How am 10 know when TO fallt
| "You must find your opportunity.
| Scream as you fall, and then away l will
| go. l shall be very near you all the re-
mainder Of the day, but do not notice me
| at all. You will be very careful so that no
one may see that the fall was premeditated
And-there goes the first bell Run, Ethell
No one must know We have been talking
And, Ethel, do not let that Lord'- But
the was gone.
Slowly passed the day. Luncheon was
over two hours ago, and the afternoon was
slipping on. In the saloon the tinkling Of
guitar mingled with the sound Of merri-
ment and singing; only scattered few
were left Oh deck. Watching the waters
were Ethel and the inevitable Lord Fenyll,
with his inevitable eyeglass.
"Is not that sail, Lord Fenyllp she
asked.
"A sail In what direction"
Eagerly he took up his telescope. This
asjust the opportunity she wanted. Slow
ly lie swept the horizon with the glass.
why, yes" he continued. after pause.
IL see II quite plainly. can even read the
name-oh. Miss Van Zandtl Help, helpi"
With a shrek Of terror she had disap-
peared over the side. Only one terrified
scream, but in al instant the deck was filed
with eager frightened faces.
Lord Fenyll was rushing from one end Of
the place TO the other, dragging with him
an immense coil Of rope, tangling up him.
self and every one else, crying out the aw-
ful accident at the top Of her voice.
Mrs. Van Zandt and another lady had
tainted. All was haste and confusion.
Tom saw nothing of this. Bic was ia the
water before the echo of her voice had died
away on the startled air. With firm, rap
Id strokes he beat the waves, and his eyes
were alert to catch the first glimpse. The
sun glared into his fsce, but he did not find
her. His heart failed him. God, he could
not see herl Why did she not riser
"Ethel" he cried aloud in a frenzy.
But what was that white speck yonderi
Could he reach iti A moment more-only
moment mOre-with ebbing power. as the
white face came to the surface he threw
one arm around the body. His strength all
but exhausted, he was taken with his life.
less charge intc<h he boat lowered 10 meet
him. The glad news was shouted to the
waiting yacht, and willing help was ready
to greet the rescued and rescuer.
The little figure in it's clnging white
seemed devoid of life. The soft baby curls
around her forehead clustered darkly gold
en; the large drops Of water slipped off one
by one, till there were little pools on the
floor.
my little girl, my little grip moaned
and sobbed Mrs. Van Zandt, and while
tears fell they took her below and toiled
for hours to summon back the wavering
spirit.
Tom-unhappy Top-was the hero of the
hour But he could not be quiet; he could
not wait in patience. Up and down out
side the door he paced, listening to each
sound, wrestling with his misery, praying
to God as he had never prayed before.
Suddenly the door opened, and Mrs. Van
Zandt herself came out.
He dropped into chair and hid his head
IN his hands. He heard her coming direct
ly toward him to tell him-what? And
then Mrs Van Iandt's arms were around
his neck-she was calling him her dear boy,
her hero. She was thanking him through
tears and sobs. He a herol He could
have laughed aloud bitterly at the mockery
Of it. She was telling him that Ethel had
come back To them. She was awake again.
She wanted To see him-would he GOMEZ
With choking in his throat he made his
way 10 Wntre lONc WAS
Mrs. Van Zandt softly closed the door, and
they were alone.
White she was, like bent lily; the
damp yellow hair lay over her pillow and
brushed back from her white forehead,
where his eyes saw the mark OF cruel
bruise, blow as she FELL but her lips were
smiling, and one hand was outstretched to
him. He could not take 1t. He sank on
his knees at her side.
ETHEL, sweetheart, can you forgive mei"
he groaned, and with the words the flood
gates were swept away, and he sobbed
aloud. MY dear little Ethel, it was almost
death-it would have been murder, and
your murderer
tom, Tom," she whispered weakly, "do
sot frighten meso. lam not dead. shall
loon be well now"
Forgive me, Ethel. Say you forgive mer'
She stroked gently the brown head buried
n the pillows.
"Yes, Tom, forgive YOU"
He raised his haggard face at last, and q
great pity swept over her tender heart.
Both hands were outstretched TO him now,
and IA he took her reverently in his arms
she murmured so family that he could
barely hear It.:
IL love you, dear, dear Toni"
Lord Fenyll lost the day.-New York
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