Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1897-11-21

His voice, hoarse with the death strug- gle, was partly drowned by the waves rolling furiously over him, as if reluc- tant to surrender their prey
 A hundred meters from them Pierre Marie Gouenantin disappeared in tho water, the boats car under his shoul- ders but. strong and vigorous as he was, he arose with a cry of joy, for he had seen Father Le Pelletier coming. The lighthouse keeper, hearing the cries fer help, had jumped into his boat and pushed from the shore without waiting for any of his companions for fear of be- ing too late.
 He was obliged to round the point.
 Gouragel Hold fastl'' called Michel Samzun fo the little sailor hanging to the keel Courage Father Le Pelle- tier is here, our gallant deliyerer. y
 Then on came wave, Il sheer wall of water, with 8 foaming crest, and buried the boat When it had spent it. self, Michel raised his head and looked about-the keel was empty Far away the wave was now rolling and iii it's cruel bosom it held the orphan boy. Fi- nally it disappeared in a whirl of Wa ters, boiling and sWirling ill a horrible struggle for their victim.
 The sun just then pierced the fog and shone dimly on the raging, tumultnous sea h the meantime Father Le Pelle- tier had rescued Pierre Marie Gouenan- tin, and then roWed to the place where the accident occurred. Great tears roll ed over the weather stained cheeks of the brave lighthouse keeper, IS with in- expressible tenderness he loosened Mi cheI Samzun S cramped hands from the boat s keel
 For three-quarters of an hour the three fishermen had struggled with the waves and with the winds that had been blowing furiously for the last 20 minutes When Michel's fingers were released, Father Le Pelletier drew him into the boat and placed him next to Pierre Marie It being now certain that the orphan was lost, the lighthouse keeper made for the island where Mother Le PeIletier was waiting with dry underelothing, stockings, shoes and coats while my maid had prepared a drink of hot wine
 Finally Lo Pelletier stepped on shore and the two poor shipwrecked mariners followed. The pilot shook the former by both hands, saying over and over:
 Brave fellow, brave fellow! Another rescue added to your long list "
 "Oh, " answered Lo Pelletier, pale with sorrow and ill bitter tone, "a life has been lostP' And, although worn out and wet to the skin, he assisted tho two fishermen, whose teeth were chat tering5 into some dry clothing.
 Michel Samzun could not open his hands, so swollen were they They hung down limp as the hands of the dead and seemed to be clutching something inyis- ible
 Pierre Marie, the elder-this was his second shipWreek-recoyered first With half suppressed anger he looked at the sea and cursed it. Then i'll taking off his soaked wool jacket he felt his watch. He held it to his ear. "Itdid not stop, !" he exclaimed, tapping the lid lightly It is q very good watch. '
 When the sailors were dressed again and somewhat warmed by tho wine they asked about their boat A deep flush spread over Pierre Marie's face when he heard that the pilot, Alexan- dre, had saved it. Although the sailors limbs were still trembling and their hair stiff and wet from the salt water they at once stepped into the vessel hoisted sail and stoered for the pretty harbor of Bordery. Some one must tell la petite Gouenantin "
 1 took tho road and arrived at tho same time. The murmurs of the sym pathetic crowd was the first premoni- tion the little girl had that something was wrong She came out of her door, still dressed ill black, her restless little head covered with q white coif Sho saw the farmers and fishermen form in to group She knew they were pitying her as they turned aside their heads She could hear the "alas, alas p which the wind carried to her.
 A nameless fear urged the girl for ward to meet the crowd. With pale face and eyes wide open with horror the child understood at once when sh0 saw the two fishermen alone She fled back home, calling cut ill tones broken by grief He is dead He is dead ?" This was her message to the unseen dwellers there
 He is dead He is dead Dead with out confessionP she cried and fell down before the black crucifx that hung on the white wall
 He is deadl Ho is deadl' she whis pered, kneeling on the floor, her head pressed against the stones, her arms spread out toward the crucifix.
 And the crowd of fishermen and farm CTS stood OH the doorsi1l. They held their hats in their hands. They did not speak They found no word of comfort
 And I-I was in their midst, one of them. Prom the French of Sara Bern hardt For Chicago Times Herald.
 Ignorance In Motion.