Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1896-05-07

courss was forced to tack ana Scuu
under bare poles before the gale, ano
towards the coast from whence she
had sailed but a few hours ago. AL
tho afternoon the little craft, strug'
Cling brayely for her life. was driven
furiously before the winds and waves
As evening deepened, the sky dark
ened TO n blacker hue, and the gaze
increased in violence. The captain and
his mate never left the deck for an
instant. Malcolm gave all the aid he
co,Ild. but went below occasionally 10
reassure Eudora. -,
AZ am not afraid afraid, dear NAL
colin. How could any n VINO mas
passed through what / have. be AFRAID
Of ANYTHING else that could happen In
this world? Go on deck and help 10
save the vessel, and think no more OF
me-" was her constant answer.
Ali she did not know that they were
being driven swiftly back upon the
coast of England, TO which they were
already fearfully near.
The night was now dark as me
grave. Not a ray of light was to DE
seen, except the phosphorescent spark
ling of the leaping waves. Onion
the little vessel plunged through the
black fury Of the tempest. The men
had lost all control over her, and mere
Iy waited for death, while she
was whirIed. tossing and pitching, now
whelming In the black waves, now
lifted toward the sky, and ever a r
ried onward toward the lee shore.
While fate was thus imminent, Mai
colin had brought Eudora from u
cabin and bound her firmly TO hlmselI,
SO as 10 leave his limbs free Tor strug-
Cling with the waves. And mus they
awaited their doom. At length IL
came. The vessel H slowly lifted on
a mighty wave and dashed with q stu
pendous shock upon the SANDS; ana IN
the same instant all were struggling
for life in the black and furious waves.
Malcolm was a strong swimmer; u
he never could explain, because he
never knew. how he and his compan-
ion reached the shore that terrible
night.
He only knew that while the black
chaos still roared around him, he found
himself high on the beach, stunned
and exhausted. with the dripping and
drowned form of EudOra in his arms.
Fishermen from the cliffs above
were hurrying down with lanterns to
render assistance to the shipwrecked
mariners.
Two Of these came toward him and
with homely words of sympathy, took
charge Of him and his drowned Eu-
dora and bore them of to Il cottage on
the cliff.
"She is dead! quite deadg' moaned
Malcolm in q voice Of despair that
sounded like content, as he gazed upon
the cold, still form that the tisherman's
wife had laid upon the rude cottage
bed.
Not she, sir; wen bring her to pres
emily, if you'll go In t'Other room and
leave her to u.s." said the kind dame.
Malcolm turned into the kitchen,
where the fishermen supplied him with
a suit of dry clothes and q glass Of
brandy that had never lost it's favor
by passing through the custom house.
And then, while Malcolm sat before
the kitchen fire, waiting ~anxiOusly to
hear some report Of Eudora's state,
the fisherman rellghted his lantern
and went out to see what further aid
he could render to the sufferers. After
an absence of half an hour he returned
and seating himself beside his guest
inquired:
How many IN you might ha' been
aboard that craft, masterf'
Malcolm informed him.
We'll, then they're all landed alive"
Thank Godr'
Aye; but whether they are all
saved, that is another matter, master.
Some on 'em are badly hurt; and one
on EN- mos particular badly hurt. poor
fellow; nigh upon killed, l should
think. He's lying In the next cottage"
Malcolm uttered some few words of
sympathy, but his whole heart was
with Eudora. He could think of no
n else. At length the fisherman's
wife appeared to relieve his anxiety.
The young lady had come round"
h said, land had inquired after the
gentleman, and being told that he was
safe and well, she had taken a quiet
ing drink and gone to sleep. And now
could the gentleman do better than to
follow her example? There was a
good bed in the room up stairs that
was heartily at his honor's service"
Malcolm thanked the woman and fol.
lowed the man, who led him up stairs
to a humble attic, where he stretched
himself upon a hard bed. But not
w~ithstanding the WEAKNESS and ex-
haustion of his body, the excitement
and anxiety Of his mind kept him from
sleep until near morning, when he was
aroused by a loud knocking at his
door. 1t was the fisherman. who en-
tered, deprecatingly saying:
Excuse me, master. but might your
name be Mr.. Montrcse1-
Yes. What is the matterT' de.
manded the young man in a voice so
startled as to seem angry, for he dread
ed some evil to Eudora.
why, then, master, the poor man as
we're so badly hurt last night. which
we think he is dying, is very particu-
lar anxious to see you, sir"
Which of them is he? What is his
namey'
Antony More, SIR
Antonio Morior' exclaimed Malcolm
springing from the bed, and quickly
preparing to visit the dying man.
whom ten minutes after he found ly.
ing upon a poor cot in the next hut.
What can 1 do for your" inquired
Malcolm, seating himself beside the
man.
FIRST send all these people from the
room, as q interview must no n
private one. answered Morio, or More