, 1897-12-01
His voice, hoarse with The death s.r,1s-

With AL "a oAA ~
gle, was partly drowned ty tho waves
rolling %furiously owe him. as if reiuc-
sant to surrender their prey.
A hundred meters from them Pierre
Marie Goronantiu disappeared il the
water, the boats oar under his slloul-
ders; but, strong aud vigorous US ne was,
he arose with a cry Of JOY, for he had
seen Father LIE Pelletier coming. Tho
Lighthouse keeper, hearing the cries for
help, had jumped into his beat 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.
Courage. Hold fast" called Michel
samZun to the little sailor hanging to
the keel. "COurage! Father LIE Pelle-
her is here, our gallant delivorer."
Then on came Il wave a sheer wall
of water, with Il foaming crest, and
buried the boat. When it had spent it
self. Michel raised his head and looked
about-thek keel was empty. Far away
he wave was rolling, and i'll its
cruel bosom it held the orphan boy FL
nally 1t disappeared III IA whirl of wa
tiers, boiling and swirliug i'll u horrible
struggle for their victim.
The sun Just then pierced the fog and
shone dimly ON the raging, tumultuous
sea. In the meantime Father LIE Pelle-
tier had rescued Picrre-M Marie Gouenan-
tin, and then rowod to the place where
the accident occurred. Great tears roll
ed over the weather stained checks Of
the brave lighthouse keeper, us with in.
eXpresSlble tenderness he loosened Mi.
chcl S%ainzun's cramped hands from the
boats keel.
For threc-qunrters of an hour the
three fishermen had struggled with the
waves and with the winds that had
been blowing f%uriously for the last 20
minutes When Michcl's fingers were
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 Pellcticr was waiting with
dry undertaking, stockings. shoes and
coats, while my maid had prepared a
drink OF hot wine
Finally LIE Pelletier stepped q shore
and the w poor shlpwrecked mariners
followed The pilot shook the former by
10th hands, saying over and over:
Brave fellow. brave fellow! Another
rescue added to your long list"
"Oh. answered LIE Pelletier, pale
with sorrow and i'll Il bitter tone, "a life
has been lost!' And. although worn
out and wet TO the skin. he assisted the
two fishermen. whose teeth were chat
tering, into some dry clothing
Michel SanlZun could not open his
hands. SO swollen were they They hung
down limp as the hands of the dead and
seemed to be clutchiug something invis.
ible.
re- Marie, the elder-this was his
second shipwreck-recovcred first. With
half suppressed anger he looked at the
sea and cursed 1t Then III taking off
his soaked wool jacket he felt his watch.
He held it to his ear at did not stop
he exclaimed, tapping the lid lightly
at is IA very good watch,
When the sailors were dressed again
and somewhat warmed by the wine,
they asked about their boat. A deep
flush spread over Pierre. Marie's face
when he heard that the pilot, Alexan-
DIRE, had saved it Although the sailors
limbs We're still trembling and their
hair stiff and wet from the salt water
they at once stepped into the vessel,
boosted sail and steerod for the pretty
harbor OF Eordery Some one must tell
la petite t"iuuenantln
l took the roud and arrived at the
same time The murmurs of the sym.
pathetic crowd was the first Fremont
ton the little girl had that something
was wrong She came ont of her door,
still dressed i'll black, her restless little
head covered with n white colt. She
saw the farmers and fishermen form in.
her as they turned aside their heads.
She could hear the ''alas, ALAS 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 unce when she
saw the TWO fishermen alone She fed
back home. calling out III tones broken
by grief He is dead! He is dead"
This was her message to the unseen
jewellers there.
HE Is dead! He is dead! Dead with
out contession!' she cried and fell down
before the black crucl.ix that hung Oh
the white wall
He Is dead! He is dead she whis-
pered. kneelAg on the floor, her head
against the stones. her urn
spread out toward the crucltix.
And the crowd Of fishermen and farm
ers stood on the doursill. They held
their hats III their hands They did not
speak. They found no word OF comfort
And IL was i'll their midst. one of
them From the French Of sara Fern.
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