The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1894-04-14


al don't wonder you are surprised,
Captain" said the Judge. 1--WE heard
what your son was doing"
Eyes, Sans at work now. Guess
you'll have to excuse him for little
while"
Hes ut work on noble mission. /
suppose he's at home?"
yes, Sans at home. Take care,
Mai. Don't step on that rubber hose,
It's the air-pipe for the Teller below"
"Who, is it, father?'
"It's Sam. He's under water, 'splor-
in that wreck. He hasn't found much
yet,-nothing 'cept few scraps O. old
iron and other. such wreckage."
A solitary wave, stronger than its
fellows, passed beneath the vessel; it
swayed slightly, and the black buoy
swung round, and single signing
note, plaintive, inarticulate, yet full of
meaning to hearts that could hear,
swept over the water.
She turned and looked off over the
sea to the cold blue horizon. A tear
sparkled on her cheek, and the Judge,
ORA wing nearer, said to her.
"My child, few women have such
love bestowed upon them without hope
of reward"
"And I've lost it! i cannot tell him
all the shame and misery i suffer. He
isn't working down there for me.
know what he is looking for"
Eyes, dear, we all know; and I'm
very glad could help him" ..-:..,s,x,
"You helped him?'' ssS.ssIassE
"Yes; for your sake"
80! IL hope he will find nothing"
"WhyY'
"Because-oh, can't you see? He
may trace my mothers name, or my
fathers name, and then shall lose
my second father"
He gravely kissed her forehead, and
then they turned back to where the
others stood near the side of the
| schooner, watching where two streams
| of bubbles were rising through the
green water. The Captain of the
wrecker was explaining to Mrs. Gear
| ing and the woman with the child
something about the work below. This
| other woman was apparently
| SlIduRcT, anu SlOOu lOOhlUp Oh III
silence. The man who had come with
them was standing behind Mrs. Gear
ing, while the old Captain was work
ing hard at the air-pump.
Suddenly, with scream. Mai John
son sprang at this man and with
desperate push threw him in con-
fused heap upon the deck.
"You coward! You-oh! You meant
to kill himr'
The creature tried to scramble up,
but his glasses fell off, and his hat
flew overheard, for the captain of the
wrecker struck him a fearful blow on
the head and stratched him senseless
on pile of ropes. The woman ran to
his side, and Mrs. Gearing wrung her
hands in terror.
"Oh! it is Royal My son! my son!
they have killed your
The woman placed the child on the
deck, and, throwing aside her veil,
lknelt by the fallen man and began to
chafe his hands.
Heavens! Mademoiselle Rochet!
What does this mean? Oh! my son!
my SON."
Lend hand, men, lend hand.
Haul up the divers. Work the pump,
man! work, for your sons life!'
1t was wonderful how quickly the
men gathered from every part of the
vessel. With main strength they he
gan to haul on two ropes that hung
over the ships side into the water.
One rope slacltened slightly, the other
was strained taut.
Hes all right He's coming up"
cried one of the men.
"Pull on the other rope. Haul oil
haul! There! his heads out. Quick!
up with him. There! Lay him on the
deck. Take off the helmet. Quick,
man, quick! Lend a hand, Captain
Up from the green water came
giant figure, that.sturdily climbed upon
the deck. Behind this marine monster
came another, dragged up limp and
lifelcss. They laid him on the deck,
and the men unfastened the great he'll
met and took il off.
"Oh! my love! my lovev'
1t was Sam johnson, back from the
sec. His hair was wet, and his face
was white.
Take off the dress. Careful, men.
That's right, miss; hold his head while
we get him out o the dress"
Judge Gearing looked in silence at
the extraordinary scene before him.
The young man seemed to be dead,-
drowned while on loves mission.
Away in corner he saw his wife
weeping over her son. Above the
PROSTATE diver stood the figure of the
old Captain, his thin hair fiuttering in
the wind, his knotted hands clinched
in righteous anger Never in his seat
in courts had he felt so heavily the
weight of judicial duty. He recognized
the entire case in all its bearings
the strange man and woman who had
begged to be permitted to come with
them to the schooner, his step-son at
tempting murder.
Course that mis- able wretch! He stood
on the pipe o purpose. He's killed my
SON.
| Father! father! he's reviving. Oh,
my love! my love! I'm here. I'm at