The Press., 1898-02-03

ana hls head. playthlng for the waves, swayed from right to left With my telescope could follow the entire de- velopment of the tragedy
 The child had become helpless and was just about to loosen hls hold of the boat Right near him lay Michel Sam gun, clasping the edge of the keel con- vulsively. crying continually for help His voice, hoarse with the death strug- gle, was partly drowned by the waves rolling furiously over him, as if reluc- tant to surrender their prey.
 A hundred meters from them Pierre Marie Gouenantin disappeared in the water, the boats oar under his shoul- ders; but, strong and vigorous as he was, he arose with cry of joy, for he had seen Father Le Pelletier coming. The lighthouse keeper, hearing the cries for felp, had jumped into his boat and ,shed from the shore without waiting pr any of his companions for fear of be- !ng 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 Le Pelle- tier is here, our gallant deliverer. y | 4Acu CdIIIo d WdN0. d Su0SE Wd1l of water, with a foaming crest, and buried the boat. When it had spent it. self, Michel raised his head and looked about-the keel was empty. Far away the wave was now rolling, and in it's cruel bosom it held the orphan boy. Fiji nally it disappeared ill whirl of wa ters, boiling and swirling in horrible struggle for their victim.
 The sun just then pierced the fog and shone dimly on the raging, tumultuous sea. In the meantime Father Le Pelle- tier had rescued Pierre Marie Gouenan- 1 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' cramped hands from the boats keel
 For three-quarters 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 were released, Father Le Pelletier drew him into the boat and placed him next to Pierre Marie It being now certain that the orphan was lost, the lighthouse keeper made for the island where Mother Le Pelletier was waiting with dry underclothing. stockings, shoes and coats, while my maid had prepared a drink of hot wine
 Finally Le 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 Le Pelletier, pale with sorrow and in a bitter tone, "a life has been lost!' And. although worr out and wet to the skin. he assisted tht two fishermen. whose teeth were chat tering. into some dry clothing
 Michel Samzun could. not open hi hands so swollen were they They hung down limp as the hands of the dead anc seemed to be clutching something invis ible.
 Pierre Marie, the elder-this was hi second hipwreck-recovered first Witt half suppressed anger he looked at tn, sea and cursed 1t. Then III taking of his soaked wool jacket he felt his watch He held it to his ear Ut did not stop, be exclaimed. tapping the lid lightly "It is very good watch. D
 When the sailors were dressed agaiI and somewhat warmed by the wine they asked about their boat. A deeI flush spread over Pierre Marie's face when he heard that the pilot, Alexan dre, had saved it. Although the sailors limbs were still trembling and thei, hair stiff and wet from the salt water they at once stepped into the vessel hoisted sail and steered for the pretty harbor of Bordery Some one must tel "la petite Gouenantin
 l took the road and arrived at th, same time The murmurs of the sym pathetic crowd was the first premoni tion the little girl had that something was wrong She came out of her door still dressed in black, her restless littl head covered with a white coif. Sh' saw the farmers and fishermen form in to group She knew they were pityin. her as they turned aside their heads She could hear the 'alas. alasl" whicl the wind carried to her.
 A nameless fear urged the girl for ward to meet the crowd. With pal face and eyes wide open with horro the child understood at once when sh saw the two fishermen alone. She f1et back home, calling out in tones broker by grief: He is dead He is dead r This was her message to the unseel dwellers there.
 ''He Is deadi He is deadl Dead with out confesslon!" she cried and fell dow before the black crucifix that hung ol the white wall
 He is deadl He is deadp' she whis pered, kneeling on the floor. her hea' pressed against the stones, her arm spread out toward the crucifix.
 And the crowd of fishermen and farm CTS stood on the doorsill They hell their hats in their hands. They did no speak. They found no word of comfort
 And l-I was in their midst, one o them. From the French of Sara Bern hardt For Chicago Times Herald