The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-07-25
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CHAPTER ".
The sun had gone down in a fierce GRIM
! son. The ocean, which lay a few hours
! since tranquil as child asleep, had
/ awakened in fury. The milky surf wreath
| ed the castle rocks, the roll of thunder
/ echoed above the roar OF breakers, the
! lightning flashed.
Hugh enveloped in his seaman's oiskins
! was out among his farm lands; for the
/ Scot like the Manxman, is imperVious to
| fear of tempests by land or sea, and it
| came naturally to him TO be there, in the
! thick of it ALL doing what lay in his pow
er to lessen the destruction the hurricane
| threatened. Kaneen content to leave ev-
| erything in his hands, was indoors absorb
! ed over his latest canvas. His mood might
| not have been 50 serene could he have be-
! held Margery at that moment clinging to
| Hugh's arm. her white dress drenched
with spray, her beautiful hair dropped in
a golden tangle about her shoulders.
"Oh, come in the boat and save him.
! she was saying The tide came up be-
| fore we remembered He was helping me
TO scramble up the rocks. His foot slip
ped on the seaweed and he fell He is
| lying on the beach. . . I went back
| but he never moved. Oh Hugh if
he is dead! Hugh! Hughr Her voice
| broke in a wall of terror and emotion
Hugh's ruddy face had grown white.
''Whaur?" he said. He moved mechanic
ally forward. She described the spot be-
cessible on foot at ebb-tide but which
the sea claimed rapidly at the food. Hugh
! listened without a word, then he disengag-
| ed himself from Margery's clinging hands
and looked in her eyes with fearless reas-
| suTance
Gang hame. Ye're wat through. lassie
Dinna greet. I'll bring him hame safe an
| SCUM"
Il must go with you, Hughr'
"Ye must gang hame," said Hugh. 'I'H
| get Peter an a Mobile at the slip"
She turned then and went blindly home
wards. She knew he had named one of
the stoutest-hearted fishermen for his
helpmate, and, like Kaneen, she was con-
| tent to trust Hugh, knowing Hugh would
do his duty to his last breath.
But, oh, the agony of waiting! The fear
he might be too late! She went into Ka-
! mems studio, disheveled as she was, and
wept out the whole story at his knee;
I and when the father, moved to tears also
lifted his child to his breast, he felt she
was child no longer but a woman who
had passed through the first and fiercest
ordeal of her life.
"Oh, but / do not love your Margery
had answered him when Moore had laid
his fame and fortune at her feet, and at
that supreme moment which many a maid
en- would have been proud to call her own
/ she realized how lightly the love of this
world-famed man moved her.
Yes, she knew it now What though re-
nown might never wreathe Hugh's name?
his honest hands might never wear the
snowiness of Moore's, his tongue might
never lose the broadness of speeAh which
marked him a son of the soil; he came be-
| fore her robbed of all alluring attributes;
/ yet the tie of kinship claimed for Hugh a
subtle charm which needed none of these,
| and the Scottish blood within her answer
ed to the cali
They carried Moore over the rocks and
across the head.and to Ballaslieu through
| a torrent of rain and peals of thunder 1t
! would nave been an easier task to row
| their unconscious burden up the harbor to
Moore's hotel in Peel town, but out of his
| generous devotion for her Hugh brought
his rival within reach OF his sweetheart's
| presence, and if to do this it cost him a
| lingering pang of jealous pain none knew
| II but his own soul. He had discovered
Moore's right arm TO be severely fractur-
! ed, and il was he who went forth again
! into the hurricane to summon the surgeon
not daring to meet the dumb agony in
/ Margery's eyes as she fitted to and fro
making preparations for Moore's comfort.
! kaneen had sat down to watch by his
friends bedside. overwhelmed with grief
| and forebodng
After the night of darkness and tempest
there came a morning of sunlight and
calm Along the shore the dulce and sea-
weed had left a line of cleaning brown
| and green to mark where the breakers had
been. derelict yawl lay storm-driven
at the foot of Fenelias Tower. The brok-
| en- masts of ships at anchor in the harbor
| told their own tale. But that was
all. The sea slept; there was no more
wind. The sky smiled above, the blush
| of sunshine tempering its b.ue and the
rays kissed the ruined arches of the Ca
thedral of St Germans till they glowed
/ like the ashes of a dying fire
But its world-worn cemetery was to claim
| no dead. The Castle Tower lifted its
steadiast face above scene that was all
serenity and quiet beauty now. and in the
air there was no note of woe.
CHAPTER V.
An attack of fever kept Moore a prison.
er TO his room after his Injured arm had
fairly recovered Kaneen had abandoned
| his studio for the sick chamber, and per.
| haps IL was owing to his faithful compan-
| ionship that, with returning health
Moore's heart was stirred anew with hopes
| OF - closer union.
kaneen summoned Margery to his side
one evening and left them together alone.
The lamps were unlit. and in the pale
| cleaning, Moore lay on his couch by the
window with his face to the sea. She
had seen him only once since he had been
| borne within unconscious. and little cry
escaped her when she saw his bandaged
arm his classic features looking drawn
and pallid still. Then in the silence Of
the room she heard her own heart beating
for Moore had turned and his dark eyes
were fixed upon her.
Don't be afraid" he said. softly. Il am
not going 20 die yet. thank God"
She went and stood by his side.
"Ah, my Manx fairy" he said. then
and drawing her hand to his lips. kissed
Il reverently. How can ever repay you?
| ] owe my life 10 you"
mo mo-" she answered. with emotion
~ was Hugh who saved you-it was
/ Hugh"
Their eyes met. With her utterance Of
that name Moore learnt the secret Of her
love; and Margery. with the quick in
| stlnct OF sympathy. reading his thoughts
gave way 10 a burst Of tears. and she
sank on her knees beside him. crying
passonately
ooh, 60 think that /. a humble girl like
me. have brought sorrow TO you, who
are so great"
And what ia my greatness7' he asked
sadly. have you yourself not taught me