Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1897-02-04

oSNS\AS OSAoAS SAC 4sASAAuS VI NAlC " 1ANs
he little vessel, driven back on her
course, was forced to tack and scud
under bare poles before the gale, and
towards the coast from whence she
had sailed but few hours ago. All
the afternoon the little craft, strug-
Cling bravely for her life, was driven
furiously before the winds and waves.
AS evening deepened, the sky dark
ened to Il blacker hue, and the gale
increased in violence. The captain and
his mate never left the deck for an
instant. Malcolm gave all the aid he
could. but went below occasionally to
reassure Eudora.
81 am not afraid afraid, dear NAL
colin. How could any one who has
passed through what have. be afraid
of anything else that could happen in
. this world? Go on deck and help to
save the vessel, and think no more Of
me-" was her constant answer.
All! she did not know that they We're
being driven swiftly back upon the
coast of England, to which they We're
already fearfully near
The night was now dark as the
grave. Not ray of light was to be
seen, except the phosphorescent spark
ling of the leaping waves. On-on-
the little vessel plunged through the
black fury of the tempest. The men
had lost all control over her, and mere
ly waited for death, while she
was whirled, tossing and pitching, now
whelming in the black waves, now
lifted toward the sky, and ever car
ried onward toward the lee shore.
While fate was thus imminent, NAL
colin had brought Eudora from the
cabin and bound her firmly to himself,
so as to leave his limbs free for strug-
Cling with the waves. And thus they
awaited their doom. At length it
came. The vessel was slowly lifted on
mighty wave and dashed with stu
peldous shock upon the sands; and in
the same instant all were struggling
for .ife in the black and furious waves.
Malcolm was a strong swimmer; but
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
We're hurrying down with lanterns to
render assistance to the shipwrecked
mariners.
Two Of these came toward him and
with homely words of sympa thy, took
charge of him and his drowned Eu-
dora and bore them off to a cottage on
the cliff.
"she is dead! quite dead! moaned
Malcolm in a voice of despair that
sounded like content, as he gazed upon
the cold, still form that the fisherman's
Wife had laid upon the rude cottage
bed.
Not she, sir; Well bring her to pres
emily, if you'll so in t'other room and
leave her to us" said the kind dame.
Malcolm turned into the kitchen.
where the fishermen supplied him with
suit of dry clothes and a glass of
brandy that had never lost it's flavor
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 relighted 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 on you might ha' been
aboard that craft, master:'
Malcolm Informed him.
'Well, 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 'em mos particular badly hurt poor
| fellow; nigh upon killed, I 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
| one else. At length the fisherman's
| wife appeared to relieve his anxiety
1.-The young lady had come round"
she said, "and 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 honors service"
Malcolm thanked the woman and fol-
| lowed the man, who led him I'D stairs
to humble attic, where he stretched
himself upon hard bed. But not
Withstanding the WEAKNESS and ex-
| Iaustlon 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.. Montrosey'
eyes. What is the mattcr?' de.
n,alldcd the young man in voice so
| startled as to seem angry, for he dread
ed some evil to Eudora
| "Why, then, master. the poor man as
were so badly hurt last night, which
we tbipk lie is dying, is very particu-
lar anxious to see you, SIR"
| (Which of them is he? What is his
name?
'Antony More, SIR
"Antonio Moriow exclaimed Malcolm,
springipg from the bed, and quickly
preparing to visit the dying man,
whom ten minutes after he found ly-
ing upon Il poor cot in the next hut.
''What can / do for you?" inquired
Malcolm, seating himself beside the
man.
FIRST send all these people from the
room, as our interview must be q