The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1897-02-25

nately, ran Highland of the way he
had come to know Monica Frewen.
1t was a quaint little idyll, peculiar
to our time, and impossible twenty
years ago--that idyll of the Cambridge
girl and the oxford man, thrown to-
gether by accident in Mrs Grlf1lths'
lodgings, and flung into conversation
by dint of sheer proximity. She had
asked him one day: "Oh, would you
mind my asking-do you happen to
have such a thing as a Liddell and
Scott with you?''-and he had been
forced to explain. with deep regret,
that Liddell and Scott was a closed
book with him, he being wholly devDt-
ed to the science of organic and IN
organic nature. Thence rose a gradual
friendship, reluctant on Miss Frewens $
part, very eager on Pelew's. For, from
the first moment he saw her, mighty
wave came over him, and he said to
himself: "There stands a Woman!'
In the midst of which reflections, a
sea breaking over. the boat suggested
the desirability of returning to harbor.
Nevertheless, for a minute or two,
Arthur Pelew persisted. He was not
going to turn back for a drop of wet on
his jersey. He rowed on for few
strokes without making much progress.
Then couple more seas, half drench-
ing the cobble, made it clearer than be-
fore that the wind was rising.
He turned and rowed back the break
| ers still mounting.
Miss Frewen sat by her window and
gazed out. 1t was a warm summer
evening, but the clouds looked stormy.
The sea was running high. A boat on
the offing scudded in before the break
ers. A man was rowing it; but his
work counted for little. The breakers
! themselves We're bearing him rapidly
| landward.
IF the current catches him by the
| corner" Miss Frewen thought to her.
self, "it will go pretty hard with him;
| he must row for all he's worth to keep
clear of the skerries." For acquaint-
ance with Etruscan had not dulled Miss
| Frewen's senses to the passing COLO
quialisms of her native language.
He drew nearer and nearer. Then
| she saw it was Pelew. The waves We're
taking him exactly where she expected
In a moment she grasped the risk,
and rushed out upon the beach. She
| began to wave her hands frantically
| to warn him off the rocks. But the
| young man himself by this time was
fully alive to his own danger. He bent
! to the oars and rowed for dear life
against the sweeping current. All tC
no purpose; a swirl set in round the
base of the stacks which one man was
| absolutely powerless to stem. He made
no headway. Next instant, the stream
caught the boat, twirled it off from the
| first stack, and sent it, broadside on
| with a fearful Whirl against the second
Miss Frewen Wrung her hands. He's
lost" she cried. He's lost" And as she
| spoke, a head appeared bobbing about
in the water. AS for the boat, it had dis.
| appeared-sucked clean below with the
| whirlpool of the undertow.
She turned to the fishermen on the
beach. You'll put out for him?" she
| cried.
But the men shook their heads. mo
| Miss" they answered. 1T issn't any
good. You couldn't save him from thai
sea. Water runs too high. You'd loose
yourself in saving him."
In a second Monica Frewen remem-
bered the terrible coast superstition
which she had heard again since she
! came to Llanfihangel. Every year the
sea demands a victim; every year tbs