Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1894-01-19

MY FISHER L1-SS.

seated IN th6 stern OF the boat looking into
her face, saw the liz that belongs To nei-
ther sea nor land CraW led my poor
crooked body mp 10 her, took the oars from
her strong brown hands with my weak
white ones, kissed her and asked her IL she
could forget my twisted body and love me
for my soul.
My fisher lass, oh, so gently, took my
head, 50 large In proportion 10 my body,
ran her fingers through the dark luxuri-
ant locks, with which nature had crowned
me as il in mockery, like England's crown
upon the head Of the deforned Richard,
turned her great glowing dark eyes into
my gray ones and pressed her full scarlet
lips upon my thin, pinched. colorless ones
and-gave her soul 10 me-
She told me as | rested there that weeks
ago my soul had come 10 her bed as she
slept, aud that she saw that my soul was
strong and tall and beautiful, and that
from that night she had never seen my
body. She always saw my soul, strong
and beautiful.
had dreamed that had gone TO the
little fisher cabin out there where the creek
comes down into the sea and had stood by
her bed as she slept. IL was no dream
then. My soul had gone TO her that she
might behold me as | really was.
. How happy ! vast The sea, the sky,
the land-love made all the world so beau
tifull loved her now for her beautiful
soul. My faith in mankind came back and
with it my faith in God.
One day-oh, my God, see the white
capped waves tossing the shell of boat
about now
She had gone out alone, and had crept
a Al. 1. Il
came in, my fisher lass.
Away out there, tossing about like a
cork, was her boat. | watched with q
glass. She was coming in, and how impa-
tient | wasl
A shadow suddenly spread over the sur
face of the water as though an enormous
bird with outspread wings were lowering
between sun and sea. The swells began
To whiten and to toss themselves. A ter
ror took possession OF me. screamed
aloud. She heard me and waved her hand
her strong brown hand that looked white
against the black sky.
Higher and higher rolled the waves.
But she was coming. Nearer and nearer
came the boat, gallantly riding the waves.
They began To assault the rocks with a
roar. They leaped upat the boat out there
as hungry, white fanged wolves leap up at
"A sleigh. | shriekod aloud, but the roar
of the storm beat back my cry. Suddenly
one huge, hungry wave leaped into the
boat. She was struggling in the water,
and stood there on the rocks, with puny
arms stretched out, while she was drown
ing saw her glorious hair rise and fall
on the angry, cruel waves and her dark
eyes, SO near was she. | plunged in, but
"A pitiless wave picked me up and dashed
me senseless against the rocks.
They tell me that they found me lying
there, bruised aud senseless; that / lost
my mind, and that | raved for my poor
drowned fisher lass.
Every afternoon go 20 the rocks to meet
her and wait till the black curtain Of night
shuts out the sea
know that one day the cruel waves will
repent and bring back and lay at my feet
my darling, my little fisher lass, and ]
must be there to meet her.
The tides come in, and the tides go out.
The ships ride in, and the ships ride out,
and some day, down by the rocks, shall
find my little fisher lass.--J. Edwin Camp
bell In Cincinnati Post.