The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1899-01-07

and at reckless speed hurried her down
the steep path to the strip of beach and
the excited crowd below. Respectfully,
and with muttered EXPLANATIONS OF SYM
pathy, the people fell back as she ap-
preached. and two Cornish miners held up
to the cold morning light n dripping piece
Of wood, the stern and name-board of u
ship, with lengths Of splintered timbers
attached.
What is the name, Can you read 1t,
Winnie? It is all scratched and battered
no n can make it out!' Lady Mildred
cried, in desperation, against the evidence
of her senses.
By Winnie Caerlyon, looking with tear
less eyes on those large white and gilded
letters on a dark painted background,
they could be d%eciphered as easily as the
letters of o child's alphabet, as easily As q
message in a well-known writing, as sure
|ly, as accurately as the dread words of q
death-warrant. She did not doubt OF dis
believe; it was death-Stephen Treden-
nick's death that she was looking on-that
stormy sea his grave, that black disman-
tied hulk lying on Tregarthen's Reef his
only coffin, ii indeed his dead body was
not the sport Of those fierce leaping seeth-
ing pillows.
Perhaps he had been drowned early In
the night, and those fierce waves had been
beating On that dear, noble, kindly face,
30 fixed and white, and on the broad,
strong breast whose kindly heart was
stilled forever, all through the dreadful
hours Of darkness? Perhaps that was
why she had'felt that unearthly terror of
the cruel storm, Perhaps that was why
her blood had run cold at each crash Of
the breakers, each shrek Of the tempestf
Because they had been numbering Stephen
Tredennicki
Death had BEEN abroad in the wild night
death within and without! Death-dirges
were ringing through the alr-death-cries
coming on each sweeping blast of the
storml Had not someone else died; AL
bert Gardiner was dead, and Stephen
Tredennick was dead; how many had dted2
Was everybody dying? How many more
were to dlei
In a kind Of delirious trance she had
sunk on her knees on the wet sand, star
ing vacantly at the name 1ettered so clear
ly that it seemed to burn through her sight
and write its fatal message OF her brain,
thinking of the cruel, tossing waves-toss-
ing, tossing, all through the long, dark,
pttiless ~hours-tossing Something which
had become their pray-while the-oh,
mercfful Heaven!--sat sheltered from tho
storm, warmly wrapped, IN a couch by a
bright frel The horror of the thought
seemed to benumb her faculties, as she ut
tered slowly, as If her lips refused to pro-
nounce the words
"Chitto0ri-tbe Chfttoor-Lady Mil
dredl''
1.-THE ChistOor! Is it the Chfttoor that Is
! 1vipU oyar fInyo9 Wi,,,ja q, u o., 7 LIZ,
Mildred cried. "But they ~escaped-some
escaped--Stephen may have escaped!
Some were saved--Stephen may be among
theml Perhaps he may; don't you think
Stephen escaped, WINNER" she reiterated.
%piteously.
II don't know Winnie replied, in a,
stunned, dreary way; I'VE must ask the
survivOrs-we must reach them first"
"Yes-yes, at oncel' Lady Mildred cried,
eagerly. II will give a hundred guineas
to the first man who will reach them by
the cliffs!n
There was eager disputing, clamoring,
p%ersuading, dissuading, women crying;
men yociferating, amongst the group for
several minutes, and at the height OF the
discussion Winnie Caerlyon put her hand
on John Richards arm again and drew
him aside.
1t required repeated directions to reach
willing Johns dull understanding. but he
finally set off at a steady trot, shaking his
head dismally and muttering hopelesslyto
himself the while.
"Ropes-strong new ropes-there are
none long or strong enough here. I sent
him to tell my father what we IRE going
to do,n Winnie said. in reply to Lady
Mildred's questioning; there are two or
three new coils always in the boat-house.''
But those cowardly creatures Lady
Mildred exclaimed, p~assionately. dashing
Awayth binding tears from her eyes
tive cannot make them go down the
cliffs-no reward will make them attempt
It. Abrave sailor would go in a momentl
oh, what shall we do-what shall we dol
The tide is on theturn and no chance of
rescued Winnie, Winnie, tell me what are
we to dot Winnie, itis Stephen Tredcn-
rick who Is perhaps down there amongst
those few half-drowned, half-starved meni
oh, dear Stephen, what shalt dosn she!
wrung her hands and sobbed aloud.
"7We shall get news very soon, please
Heayen-very soon we shall know the
truth, Lady Mildred.
"How--how. They are afraid 10 ven
ture. the miserable wretches!o Lady Mil
/ dred cried, with q wall of despair.
They are only poor miners and q few
dshefSlads, besides the Ccastguard men;
end Tfegarthen Head Ill AstEemendonsI
height above the Reef,nt Winnie 5EaeriyQn
lexplained.. But don't fear, Lady NIL