The Van Buren press., 1897-11-06

so | have thought, uusSu iHS
priest; great power and great good
ness.
The bright, long afternoon was draw
ing to a close. and now that summer
had gone and the early days of autumn
we're upon the land, ripeuing the red
Genes of the magnolia trees, bringing
out the last rich bloom of the roses, add
ing deeper eoloring to sky tints, and
lingering the forests with brilliant
reds and browns, il was time and OPP
portunity for the sketches of the artist
from the east,
I'VE will stroll down to the river,
said Pere Dorian, plucking a full blown
tea rose and closing securely his little
wooden gate behind him, for there
were goats in the neighborhood which
would surely get in to nibble his mi-
enonette and sweet olive il they could,
There was excitement down by the
water People were running toward
sehnider's wharf; women We're stand.
ing on the doorsteps euriously craning
to discover the cause, and a turbulent
group of boys and girls dashed by, call
ing to the priest to hurry,
Running quickly forward Pere Dori'
an and the artist saw a curious scene,
Standing ON a swaying plank, protrud'
ing beyond the erumbling edge of the
cid wharf. stood a large woman, era2ed
with drink. wildly gesticulating. sing
ing and breaking into terrible threats
or insane laughter, threatening If ap'
proaehed to throw herself into The
rushing waters.
And as she swung from side 70 side,
keeping bnt preearious footing on the
SwaXing plank, she ieered in mad anger
and pointed derisiNely at norch. wht
Steed wriaging her hands and entreat
Inv that she come back from over the
deep current 81 the SOrNing river, 10,
tie erest depth - water &roUud Sohnt
asrsS Mart ASd always been its attrae
tzoa #or StAeener~ tramp ships and
eas5S@ SeS tie es9tjeS gurciOg under
ssS S5esak supports were known 10 be
sstsA eeea 3aF practical swimmers,
= wszzzzas - 5rreS SlS;ihle ei6jeS and
sweeping Sraaa6 the curve ot the bank
- zaso tie strong current of the river
sAaaaez Aas fen Yards away.
ssseesenS. u, rsvienS pere," called
nareA. n SacasSAed tones,
! Seaaz-ei1eae had formed on the levee
sri nereh alone stood on the wharf
pleading With outStreiohed hands "a
tie poor a5shevelled creature, tossing
her arms IN delirious glee, while the
river grew black under the darkenine
shadows Of coming night
= cant get At her. sir, said the night
uatchmsn. If I move forward she'll
throw herself in the river and be
drowned in two minutes"
Come back. woman" shouted the
voice Of Pere Dorian.
But the only response was peal OF
wild laughter and a scofiing gesture, as
Eloise moved still further out, until
the plank on which she stood slipped
down to the surface of the rushing tide
Mere, If You return not back l will
call father, and he will come" said the
clear. resolute voice of Dorch.
\ sudden silence settled over the
woman and a hush Of expectancy on the
assembled group.
Standing here in the soft. waning twi.
light, poised on her narrow foothold,
above the hoarsely murmuring waters
her gaze suddenly arrested and her eyes
fixed in a wide stare of anguished ter.
ror on some dread phantom of her i'm.
agination, Eloise Schnider stood for
one long minute, motionless.
a grand picture, she and the girl"
the artist to Pere Dorian,
sketehing in brief, bold strokes the
scene before him.
Tossing up her arm with a wall of
despairing terror, the woman stag.
gered and fell heavily into the swift
running current.
Echoing the cry Dorch dashed for.
ward and leaped in to her rescue.
\ babel of cries and shouts arose
much hurryiug and confusion. calls and
lamentations, for all loved Dorch. while
Pere Dorian pushed off in a small skin
and rowed with frantic haste to where
the turn Of the eddy swept around
the curve.
There! There, See her. fatherls
called out the artist, bending far over
the edge Of the levee.
Exhausted pale and trembling. Pere
Dorian brought Dorch hack TO the river
bank.
Or what was it he brought and depos-
j1ed with such tender care on the rot
ting planks Of the old deserted wharf9
\ stin figure with thick masses Of
ripplinS hair. all soaked and dripping.
a strong young frame. Inert and mo-
tionleSs, and face whose broad brow
and strong features looked like some
grand piece Of ancient statuary. while
the long lids covered those ewes. so
strong and piercing.
said I not she would make a won
derful picture? ." remarked the artist.
gently turning her face TO catch the
outline and curve Of the chin.
FeTe Dorian gently smcothed her
gown. and. rossing her hands. placed
in them the tea rose now faded. which
he had plucked. and had unconseiouslv IN
fastened on his worn soutane.
The HeighborinC women gathered
around with lamentations.
Yes, she VIII make a grand picture %
said The lrtist.-N. O. Times-Deuoc-s-
one Mans COURAGE.
Al Paris was stirred one dav En- Az
gust. 1ss9- by a deed of cou-zce- which
recalled The cid legend of Hcra-i1s ard
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