Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1897-10-16

to her that she was late and must hurry
to get aboard in time She only smiled
and turned her wistful eyes full upon him,
and his heart swelled with feeling unde-
tlnable for he thought that he perceived
love in her looks.
1t would occupy an hour and half to
reach their destination, and he took her
under his especial charge. 1t was merry
crowd. 1t was jolliest in the stern of the
boat, where people were packed like sar-
dimes on the deck seats and on camp stools
John Grimshaw and the mute little orea-
ture he loved were sitting together. Their
arms touched as they leaned on the railing
and looked out upon the water, the
yachts, the smacks, the sailing vessels, the
rowboats that passed and repassed them.
Suddenly he felt what seemed to be the
spray against his face. Another instant
and without warning big drops of rain be-
gan to fall and an ominous black cloud
covered the blue of the sky. Sheets Of wa"
ter rained and blew from the northeast.
Big green waves that afterward became
yeasty dashed themselves angrily against
the sides Of the little steamer that rolled
and pitched in it's efforts to upright itself
against their fury. Thunder rolled, and
binding and zigzag streaks of lightning
played across the sky. The rain poured in
torrents and swept over the deck, wetting
everything in Its path and driving the now
thoroughly frightened people to the oppo-
site side of the boat, which, with Its I'M
even weight, leaned and tipped in that
direction. Water rushed in upon the low
er deck. The captain shouted: "Some OF
you go to the other side of the boat Don't
all rush to one side or you will have us
overboard!' The women became excited,
and general rush to the cabin began, I'M
til the order was given that no more should
come down into the cabin. Women grew
frantic, children cried and those filled
with brayado laughed at the almost Ca
lamity.
Meanwhile the young minister had laid
firm grasp upon the girls arm, and half
lifted, half dragged her to passageway
leading to the cabin that was incloscd by
glass windows and doors, and thus protect.
ed her from the rain. She did not seem to
comprehend the extent of her danger, and
looked on at the movements of the panic
stricken crowd like some curious, wild
eyed child. Mr.. Grimshaw was white to
the lips, and as he lifted his eyes to heaven
one could see that his lips were moving in
prayer. He prayed that the fury of the
wind and waves might be abated; that
lives should not be lost; that the boat
should anchor in safety, and so Lord,
he prayed, eff it be thy will that we sink
to a watery grave, let her speak to me
once, let me hear her voice just once upon
earth, as in heaven l shall hear it as she
sings with the angel choirn'
The sky became inky black. Nothing
could be discerned on the open deck but
the terrible sheets and gusts of rain, made
gray by the blackness. just then the
heavens seemed to open and binding
flash of lightning played and capered across
the boat A deafening peal of thunder, like
the bursting of a thousand cannons, seemed
to shake the very waters of the deep and to
echo and re-echo across the boundless
waste. 1t was terrific, and people clapped
their hands to their ears and white faces
became blanched. A sharp, shrill piercing
scream rose above it ala scream of ago.
nized fear. It came from the deaf mute,
who swayed for moment and would have
fallen had not her ever watchful compan-
ion caught her and supported her in his
arms.
What had caused her to screamP Fright
perhaps, he thought, as she witnessed the
battle of the elements. Surely she had not
heard that thunderbolt as it hurled itself
from on high. Pshaw! Was she not deaf,
and how could she hear? 1t made him al
most glad to know that she had been
spared that peal that caused many heart
to stand still for an instant.
He held her fast in his arms and softly
spoke the name Ruth. She lifted those
eyes with glance as sweet as an angels.
Her heart futtered. She smiled with
smile of recognition, as if she had heard
Intuitively he felt that she had heard his
voice. He had read once of such miracle
that yolley of thunder so dense and SO
terrific as to deafen a person of ordinary
hearing had in some miraculous and d.
vine way restored the hearing Of a man
who had been deaf from birth. And per-
haps this precious gift had been restored
to the girl he loved. He spoke once more
the name he had spoken in his dreams,
and she gave sign that she heard. 1t was
too true. 1t was miracle of the storm,
and he bowed his head and thanked God.
If he could but hear her voice. But that
inestimable pleasure was to be denied him.
And yet his dream was coming true, for
he dreamed that he sailed the sea with her
In his arms, and was she not in his arms'
Oh, gentle dreams! Oh, destiny!
1t was not long before the storm ceased
as suddenly as it came, and the heavy
black clouds receded, and the blue in the
sky was as bright as when they started
out The little steamer cut pluckily
through the water and in half an hour the
party, now in excellent spirits, had reached
the cool, shady grove. The miracle
wrought during the storm was the talk of
the day, and not less talked about was the
devotion of the minister to the happy un-
fortunate, who knew now that she loved
him, and with an unfathomable intuition
given to creatures like herself knew also
that John Grimshaw loved her. He did
not love her less because she could not
speak, else the banns would not have been
published and the marriage that took place
at st. Matthias church, six months after,
would never have occurred. She never
spoke to him with her voice, but her eyes
and her lips and her hands spoke to him
always and Sunday after Sunday, as he
looked over his congregation, the same lit
tie figure, with face Of sweetness rather
than sadness, looks up into his eyes intel
ligently and hears the blessed words as
they fall from his lips. Boston Herald.
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