The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-10-07

anxiety became intense and almost insup-
portable. AS in a dream [ seemed CON
scious of the unconscious relation of each
active participant in some impending
tragedy, and yet apparently hopelessIy
helpless TO reach out hand or utter word
to stay it's resistless and woful fnalitv.
Hair idly my fisher friend and his com
panions dalled with their 'Iong-line"'
1shing tasks; for the mackerel fleets of
the year had winged their way to neigh
boring ports, to Mainland and to France
Fholly Idle and vagarous were Eileen and
l, in our pleasant voyages to Bray Head:
to Putin Island, where the myriad sea-
fowl whirl and shrek and drown, even
in dolorous weather, the hoarse rawlings
of the sea; to hideous Lemon Rock; to
majestic Bolus Head; and to Great Skel-
Zig, whose mighty crosses still sentinel
the ghostly cells of olden monks All,
idle and restful and sweet and still like
dream, even in the evening of that day
when the sun sank in bed of purpling
misty gray; and the old fshwives of the
port, Struggling their shoulders with
weatherwise sweeps of their frowsy
heads muttered of ugly weather soon to
come.
STILL like a dream, that evening meal,
delayed for the fathers white winged
smack beyond Bray Head; with the peat
flames leaping joyously in the cabin
chimney and the purring ho:1eside
sounds; and with no sign, but of love and
trust and hope, on the noble face of
grave Eileen.
Then as l walked in the twilight, at last
the quick awakening and it's keen, swift
torture of fatal delay; for somewhere in
the cleaning fell across my way the
shadow of skullSing form l knew.
l fastened back to the cabin almost
pleading, would the father never come?
The great blue eyes raised from the knit
ting were as calm as a babes in their in
nocent surprise. Yes, now very soon; I'M
less great grab Ouck) was in the shoals.
Then, mayhap, not until morning. Away
l sped towards Knightstown now; for I
had learned of Larry Dreen's abode.
AT 10 O'Clock and the turn of the tide"
kept time to my bounding feet like an
impetuous knell
1t lacked but an hour of ten as I
crossed the threshold of the Dreen cot
tage. And where was Larry Dreen?
Away gosthering wild tn byes." Could
he read? All, yes, and ever yes and yes
and yes. A pencil scrawl on a bit of pa
per from my pocket; the fierce command
that 1t reach him at once and then away
again, as all the Dreens, startled by the
unaccountable intrusion, tremblingly
made the saving sign.
Back at the little port. but no white
sail to be seen within the little cove. A
thread OF loyal light still cleaned from
the home nest above. When had gained
Its door, l saw but one form within that
OF the loving, waiting wife, knitting, knit
ting, knitting; as is ever the way with
the women Of the west. And where was
brave Eileen? All, good soul! Just away
to comfort Mistress O'NeiIl, by the Crag,
for the night; and to be home at morn.
And the father?' May be running in from
the shoals by oar under reefed sails. the
wind being off-shore this night. If he
lands in half an hour, have him at the old
pier by 10 o'clock and the turn of the
tide? Again yes. and ever yes and yes;
for John l.. Shea would walk the half Of
Ireland DER and back again, for the
stranger without the sorra Of asking,
surei
And then alone, heartsick and dis
vance nor retreat. With a sudden and un-
used for years; and picking my way along
its edge, came quickly to a spot where
a little yawl lay swaying back and forth
upon the turning tide.
In moment more. footsteps followed
/ knew them and I could neither adj
vance nor retreat Filth a sudden and un-
accountable impulse l swung myself over
the pier-edge into the swollen waters be-
low, cHnging TO the rotten timber to
which the yawl was moorcd. heard the
taut chain drawn tighter over my head
and woman's quiet voice ordering a
whimpering companion 10 at once de-