The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-06-17

broad sinister bar of indigo, bordering
with flashing fringe of white.
Adams leaned forward, urging his horse
into run. The first gust of the wind
rushed past him as he sprang down at his
own gate; but he scarcely felt it. for
there, running down the road through his
orchard, came his wife, screaming some
thing he could not understand.
The children The children!n he
heard as he hurried TO meet her. We've
searched the whole place. Come back to
the Taylor woods"
Adams turned his horse, and lifted his
wife into the wagon.
How long ago ~ he asked between his
teeth.
II don't know how long. l thought
Nanny Jams bad them, ana she thought
they were with me- When we missed
them, we called the men, and we all
searched high and low, through the
orchards, everywhere. The only places
NANNY ever takes them are to Stuarts
and the Taylor woods. l sent the men
cross lots to the woods, and Mammy's
gone to StuaTt's- thought perhaps they
might nave come this way TO meet you.'
The vino was upon them. In the open
space that lay between their gate and the
Taylor woods the unbrokeu strength of
the gale almost lifted them from the
wagon. Standing up for a moment to
look around him, Adams, saw his gang of
workmen reach the edge of the woods,
pause moment listening to the great roar
through the trees. and then, to a man,
turn and run back through the open to-
ward the farm, He shouted tercely at
them, but the wind took the words from
his mouth.
A moment more and Adams was in the
lee of the woods himself He refined in
his horse. In the apparent lull made by
the shelter IT was possible 10 think, in
spite of the turmoil among the branches.
Husoandand wife looked into each others
eyes despairingly. Only miracle could
guide them TO their children through this
wild storm, in which they could hardly
catch the sound of their own voices. Yet
they must search.
They jumped to the ground, but before
they could enter the woods a strange
rum bling, grinding sound rose above the
roar OF thrashing branches and creaking
tree trunks. The new sound grew louder
and more dreadful, until Adams and his
wife chung close TO each other in fear,
while the frightened horse wheeled sud
denly, leaped free from harness and
wagon, and plunged wildly back over the
road toward home Then, not 100 feet
from where the man and woman stood,
the solid ranks of the forest broke apart,
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broken branches and uprooted trees.
They watched it march across the fields,
dropping part of its burden as it went,
only to gather up new victims in it's
terrible arms.
With blanched faces and numb hearts
the two watchers fastened toward the
gap in the forest to look down the track
of the cyclone 1t was as if some gigantic
scythe had mown a path through the
Ag hn Sol "
space was little wider than a city street,
but in it scarcely the semblance of tree
was left erect. Some had been twisted
OF in the middle; some were uprooted
lying their full leng h on the rolnd
tangling the limbs that had not been
shorn from them with the broken branches
of other trees.
Down this wild road the father and
mother starred, peering under logs, clam
bering through tree-tops. calling and listen
ing with strained ears, for the storm had
lost its heart, and they could hope to
hear.
Amen Amen Amenp' The words
reached them family. Get back, devil! !
Get back, devil! Amen Amen r'-until
the cd governor leaped out from the
woods into the high road of the storm.
There was screaming of shrill child
voil es and yelplng of distracted dogs,
but above it all, above even the govern
or's shouts and the rustling of the wind,
there came fierce howl, as another fig
ure burst through the underDrush close
in thd governors tracks.
MISS Hallies childrenl Miss Hallie's
children! Got 'em safe. Miss Halle
Got 'em safe, Miss Halle! Amen! Oh,
Lord, !" the old man shouted, as he
rushed along the mad course before him,
loft eli l.
STRUGGLING branches, and lodging from the
grasp of the man behind, who was plung-
ing straight through the jungle OF roots
and limbs. his garments SHREDDED from
him and his flesh torn.
On they came-the mailman always
within reach of the Governor, always
eluded by him-crawling under uplifted
roots, vaulting over tree trunks, tearing
as de the lowered curtains of vines,
while far in the rear the governors dogs
whiued piJeously behind some barrier
they could not scale.
Got EN- safe, Miss Halle! Got 'em
safe, Miss Halle! the governor kept
shouting; but where he had them the
parents did not know until the old man
bounded up to them, unbuttoned his long
coat, dropped the children in their arms
and faced his pursuer, beating him off
with the great shatte ed branch of tree
Then back they turned, the governor in
chase; and when Adams looked up from
his babies they were vanishing far down
the narrow swath of the cyclone.
"I've never gotten it out of him yet"
Adams often says me won tell how he
knew that Taylor had escaped from his
keeper, or that my children were in the
woods. All he'll say is that it was Tay-
lors WOODS, and he knew Taylor wouldn't
want any stray children there. But 1
know one thing, and that is that 1 never
heard any prayer that lifted me so
straight TO heaven as the governors did
when 1 caught up to him. He had that
wild man down and was kneeling on his
breast giving thanks to the Lord"
what did he say, Adams2" Raynes,
the express agent, likes to ask.
If you don't know what the governor
says when he prays, can't tell you"
Adams answers, ''blt it means enough to
Miss Halle and me for US to have the old
man pray for US regularly once a day.
Miss Halle spoke once of emitting it
when we had some northern friends Wis
ting US, but l told her that to act as our
chaplain was one of the governors pre-
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