Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1894-03-09

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IN cut OF the Foam we couldn help it.
We were in past the lighthouse, an l be-
gun to think we'd weather it. just then
there was report like pistol, an
went heelin to leeward with my arm in
flinders. l remem Der thinkin that~was
the end O. things, al then / tainted
When | come to, there was Miss
May and Mi. Hugh hoidin the tiller
With all Their might. The derned rope
| had used to lash the handle had broke.
My arm was painin me jest awful. but
| managed to put my well shoulder to
the wheel, so to speak, an found l could
help considerable. The rope had got
pushed about the painter Of the dory
an was trailin in the water behind.
Mis- Julie. She couldn't seem to get
over her fear, but sat there as white as
a ghost, with her teeth ehatterin.
think Mr.. Hugh S eyes begun to be OPEN
ed then, for he gave Miss May the queer
est look. She met his eyes, an for mo-
ment her bright new color went away;
then she turned to me an said, SO pitt
full: Poor Uncle Jerry! Hugh, help mo
to lash the rudder again: Uncle Jerry
can't stand much more.
81 moved little over, an they both
reached for the rope. The next moment
Miss May gave a ho,1id. groanin cry,
an Mr.. Hugh was in the water hold
in on by the, rope. Miss Mays face
was deathly pale, an she was all bent
over in the queerest way-tellin Mr..
Hugh to be patient. She didn't seem
able to move, an remember was sort
er cross at the idea of her givin out jest
when she was most needed. | called
one of the boys. an 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
Uncle Jerry paused to control the
CULVER in his old voice.
AS we pulled Mr.. Hugh on board
shcre was Il sudden jerk. an Miss May
went over. | saw then what the trou-
ole was. The rope that held the dory
was only partly out, an the sudden pull
Mr.. Hugh had given it had hauled it
light, an drawn Miss Mays arms tight
across her chest. The pain must have
been awful, for when we found her both
rms were broken. an there was Il great
lent across her chest where the breath
lad been knocked out Of her, almost.
,he knew if she said anything Mr.
hugh would let go. so after that first
'ry she never let sound pass her lips.
;" 'Goodby, Uncle Jerry, she says.
Then she looked at Mr.. Hugh. an that
look has haunted me ever since, it was
50 full of love! Goodby. Hugh. Ny
lear, dear Hugh, she said, an his name
IS it left her lips was the last sound she
made. Then the water closed over, an
she never rose again.
Uncle Jerry didn't care to conceal
he honest tears that rolled down his
cheeks, and something in my own eyes
blurred the sea from my vision. Mel
cher spoke for a minute; then | said:
Did You say they found her?'
Uncle Jerry replied grufHy:
II found her myself, after the storm,
iyin on bed of seaweed, that same
iovin look on her face. 1t closed the
season at Miss Holt g. an sold the Foam
Tor $50 to get her out O. the bay, an
hahn never took pleasure party since.
Guess | woa't paint any more terday.'
And gathering up his brushes Uncle
Jerry left me abruptly and start q
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 meditated On what | had
heard. Frank Leslie's Weekly.