The Somerset reporter., 1897-12-02

"Couragel Hold fastl' called Michel
Samzun to the little sailor hanging to
the keel. Courage Father lie Pelle.
tier is here, our gallant deliverer
Then on came wave. "a sheer vail
of water, with foaming crest. and
buried the boat. When it had spent IL
self, Michel raised his head and looked
about-the keel was empty. Far away
the wave was now rolling. and in its
cruel bosom it held the orphan boy. Fl
nally it disappeared in Il whirl of wa
ters, boiling and swirling i'll a horrible
struggle tor their victim.
The sun Just then pierced the fog and
shone dimly ON the raging, tumultuous
sea III the meantime Father lie 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, as with in
eXpressible tenderness he loosened Mi
chel Samzun g cramped hands from the
boat keel
For threequarters 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 We're
released, Father LIE Pelletier drew him
into the boat and placed him next to
Pierre Marie. 1t being now certain that
the orphan was lost, the lighthouse
keeper made for the island where
Mother LIE Pelletier was waiting with
dry underclothing, stockings, shoes and
coats while my maid had prepared a
drink of hot wine
Finally lie Pelletier stepped on shore
and the two poor shlpwrecked 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 lie Pelletier, pale
with sorrow and in bitter tone, "a life
has been loStr" And. although worn
out and wet to the skin, he assisted the
two fishermen, whose teeth were chat
tering INTO some dry clothing.
Michel Samzun could not open his
hands, SO swollen were they They hung
down Imp as the hands of the dead and
seemed to be clutching something invis-
IDLE
Pierre Marie, the elder-this was his
second shlpwreck-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 ut did not stop, "
he exclaimed, tapping the lid lightly
ut is a very good watch.
When the sailors were dressed again
and somewhat warmed by the wine,
they asked about their boat. deep
flush spread over Pierre Marie's face
when he heard that the pilot, Alexan
DIRE, 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,
holsted sail and steered for the pretty
barbor of Bordery Some one must tell
ia petite Gouenantin 3"
| took the road and arrived at the
same time. The murlnurs of the SYM
pathetic crowd was the first Fremont.
ton the little girl had that something
was wrong She came out of her door,
still dressed in black, her restless little
head covered with a white Golf She
saw the farmers and fishermen form in
to group She knew they were plying
her as they turned aside their heads.
She could hear the "alas, alasW 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 she
saw the two fishermen alone She fled
back home, calling out in tones broken
by grief: He is dead He is dead p
This was her message to the unseen
jewellers there.
He is dead He is dead Dead with
out confession she cried and fell down
before the black crucifix that hung on
the white wall
He is dead He is dead p she whis-
pored, kneellng on the floor, her head
pressed against the stones, her arms
spread out toward the crucifix.
And the crowd of fishermen and farm
ers stood on the doorsill They held
their hats i'll their hands They did not
speak. They found no word of comfort
And II was in their midst, one of
them. From the French of Sara Bern
hardt For Chicago Times Herald