The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1897-07-16

the water had not BEEN aDle ttOH Seb 10
the contents This was the. frst thing
lfemoyed from her, and POM Wren,'
opening the bag, called out that there
were books inside patiently and with
rall. the gentleOkilfr%e could eommand.a
we, pursued ourytask, with@heaven -ene
our side; for we had not been at work
half an hour when Starley, with his
ear to the child's heart, screamed like
man, in A,frenzyS y. g..
''~sHer 'hearte beats, she lives-she
lives!"
mo noise, no noise" l cried, as the
men began to huzza; !"yon might frigh--
ten the life out of her. Fall on your.
knees, rather, and thank the Lord in
silence for his mercy. All, my girl! If
1 had been SO blessed with Bob, andaifi
the two, Of YOU had lived" .pel .,.ro
The syelidb qaiSered And'sloTly an
closed, and then, with a--fai'J jgh1,'
closed again. mixed some y with
brandy, and placed it to- her lbs.
Drink, my cAild,' said
she drank gratefully and ''ate lit
tie sbiscuitI soaked for her Ne con-
tinued our task until the blood began
to circulate freely, and then she opened
her eyes again. and gazed before her
with vacant wonder in her face.
Pearl" said. in a whisper, with my
face to- er'lips; "do you know me?"
She raised her weak arms, and |
l)placel them round her neck. She lay
inamy zap, restored to life, With the
warm blood flowing through her veins.
do you remember little Bob?" l
whispered again. ,-. --.
Bob" she replied, after pause, and
speaking very. slowly - AND. softly.
T "Where is dear Bob? Oh, | have been
so cold, and it is SO warm here. Yes,
mother;-I won't forget God protect
those who.ar sailing on the sea- OH
the cruel, cruel sea! l want to go to
sleep. May ! go to sleep"
!G''Yes, Z my child"
L All of the men bent over us with ten
der, wistful looks, and some ventured
to touch her face softly with their
lips. did not restrain them. She
seemed to sleep, but Consciousness had
not quite deserted her; and presently
her lips moved, and she murmured
dreamilY, in. her. sweet child-like voice,
| the dear familiar prayer:
Our Father which art in heaven
At these holySwords, falling softly and
sweetfy from one Who had been
shatched' from death within the last
hour snd who now floated into a
heavenly sleep, the thoughts of every
man present flew back to the days of
his childhood "
"Our Father which art in heaven"
said Tom Wren, in an awe-struck
tone; and we all repeated the words
sofemnIy.
"Hallcwed be thy name" continued
the child moe softly and dreamily
.stnhA. "."t".
"Hallowed he thy name" Tom Wren
-Sepeated, 3ahd We followed him. JSt
| IeHce)eSsged. }Exhasssea aathre&8ak-
s struggling for supremacy, and between
every word the child thereafter muir
INJURED theke was .pahse' OF a moment
"Thy1kingdom.
Il gThS kihgdoml come, feaid Kefwltb
'chsped hands, and heads bent IN rever-
cence. ,.-,s =, ~. @H& s ~
= "Thy ,will-,-be done-on earth"
= aThy will be. done on earth"
As \ iSNaYit is-inSheaTen." /,
7 -'.As it's in ~heaven."
.-4 And with these last words, so softly
uttered that they died away like an
angels whisper /o%he nomentA they'
1eaeheti her lips, Pearl turned slightly
in my arms, so that her face was hid
den On my breast, and, With her arms
sHll;e hsped Ab6et my Ae9k ( fell ihtb
aEeafnfAand peaceful sleep. - y
Tom Wren, STOPPING over us, his
shasoHN stretching behind him like
weird, fantastic monster, waited a mo-
mepty Of so, apdl then eayipg1 "Wprlh
without end. kmenG" burst into SloS-
|ras h 6 # yff iRs 0 WHISPERED. with
my finger 2 MS Ops; you'll wake
pef(NE
IA geSchSl4d himself suddenly, and
sobbed! God bless her, and you, and
all, pfNusA -GodFnight, mattel"
A6ood-nGht, my lad. Go you, and
TTIg.l TaeSsTNGgE 9fof as AoRRFl
II Ha cIeptktA the dbp<zsiae III the
fire his monstrous shadow shrinking
Saud melting in the deeper gloom as he
ljstole softly away Sandslying down. he
with the others soon. we're sleeping.
Attsi a tissI, ri sfkhnd the stars
sA66S onA hand N shipNrecked, weary