The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1899-11-02
COOLEY TO lIFE.
Observation-Disclosures

| began at seemed a pity to chuck you
down In { hold. You wouldn't ha' had
| time to think over things. oh, yes, I
know she refused me year ago. but
I'd ha' won her right enough in time
II you hadn't come with your fine ways
and oily tongue. Now I'm going to
wish you good-by. it'!l te high tide ut
O'Clock, and then { sea will be foot
aboon your head. Happen you'd Ike to
see bow the tine goes, though. Well,
| you shsll"
He took his knife from his pocket and
drove the point into the mast few
| inches above his Victims head. Then
he approached the artist with the in
tention Of taking his watch from his
! pocket to hang II upon the improvised
! hook, but Preston. though his hands
were tied, had the use of his feet. and
as his tormentor came within reach he
! lunged out with all his force.
Taken unawares, the man sprang
| backward to avoid the blow. and, for
| getful Of the hatchway behind him,
lost his balance and fell down It, In
| falling he turned half around and, with
a sickening thud, his tempe came In
contact with the further side of the
| opening as he fell.
| VIII heard the splash of his body in
the water, and waited. horror-struck,
for any further sound. but nothing met
his ears save the wash Of the waves,
lie struggled to free himself. so that
he might try and save his would-be
murderer, but though he strained until
the cords cut into his wrists 1t was use
| less.
The fisherman had done his work
only too well. and had himself kept
back the hep that might, perhaps,
have saved him.
And as the utter impossiblllty Of free
ing himself and the increas sing peril of
his own situation became apparent TO
VIII, pity for his dead rival gave place
| to horror at the death so slowly but
relentlessly approaching. He tried to
wriggle up by clasping the mast with
his legs; he found 1t impossible, and
blank despair began to creep over him.
The tide had already turned and was
creeping through the broken bulwarks,
and soon the first wave came gently
washing along the deck, nearly reach
| ing his feet. Again he strained and
tugged at his bonds in vain. He turned
his eyes longingly toward the boat,
which had been moOred to the side Of
the schooner, and then indeed he gave
up hope, for 1t was gone.
The rope had been too loosely tied.
and there was the boat, already fifty
yards away, drifting with the incom-
! ing tide.
The sun was dipping toward the cliffs
overhanglng his sweetheart's cottage
and he knew that he had but an hour
or two longer to live unless help came,
J and that he felt was almost impossible.
Soon the water reached his knees.
then in little ripples circled round his
waist.
Another half-hour passed, and the
cliffs We're lost to view. while the
lights began to twinkle In the village
and along the little wooden pier. High
er and higher rose the water until 1t
reached his shoulders. and he began to
feel chill and numb. Presently the
beat-beat of a steamers paddles came
waited over the shimmering sea. and
with a wild thrill of hope he turned his
head.
! Yes, there she was, gliding along
swiftly and smoothly. her portfolios
and saloons brightly lit and the strains
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