The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1899-07-21

with the stars shining and playing in
TIA beautiful and familiar sight. But
It was not the glittering line of light on
the sea, nor the shining of the stars
nor the creeping of the waves against
my legs, and made me leap to my feet
with something in my throat that
might have been scream, if it had
not frozen before it reached my lips.
Floating on the water, straight before
me, in the very center of the flashing
diamond lights, was spar with body
dashed to 1t. I could not distinguish
whether 1t was man, woman or child
but saw clearly enough that the spar,
as it floated slowly ashore, was being
sucked in the direction of the sunken
rocks, against which, when it reached
them, it must surely be dashed to splin-
tiers. I did not wait to see more.
= ran like mad to the fire, where the two
men were on watch.
where's the rope?' cried.
where's the rope?"
They stared at me, and thinking l
had gone crazed, laid hands on me.
For the Lords sake, don't stop.me"
cried. where's the rope? There's
spar in the water, with body dashed
to it, and it will be dashed to pieces
against the rocks if We don't save it.
There isn't a moment to lose"
My earnestness drove the truth into
their souls, and they became as excited
as myself Without more ado, they
aroused the men who were sleeping,
and we all raced wildly to the beach,
dragging after us the rope which, by
good luck, had been put into the boat
from The Rising Sun; and in less time
than it takes to tell it, was standing
with one end Of the rope round my
body and the other end held by my
mates. The next moment was in the
sea, swimming toward the spar. AS I
neared it, l saw by the trailing of the
fair hair in the water that the body
was that of girl; and called out
insanely enough, must confess, for a
moments reflection must have con-
WINGED me that she could not be con-
scious:
Keep up your heart, my dear; keep
up your heart"
OF course she did not answer me.
There she lay, motionless, with her
white face tc the moon. The chill of
the water was nothing to the chill that
that stole upon my heart, when, reach
ing the spar, l recognized the face of
the child.
"My God" 1 groaned. "'Tis my Bob's
friend, little Pearl!'
slung the rope round the spar. and
throwing my arm over it, was drawn
ashore by my mates, at safe distance
from the treacherous rocks. Then.
kneeling on the beach, unlashed the
body. and heard my mates asking in
whispers whether she was dead.
Az, she was dead. poor little darling.
9Aere could be no doubt of It. The
hight Of the dear innocent child lying
q tho sand, white and cold and still,
0aAe babies Of all, and the tears ran
down our boards.
"Come." said one, more practical
than the others. what are we stand
ing like this for? There may still be
lie In to little thing. At all events,
" arc going TO Try II there isn't"
It was like an angels voice speaking
% ~. With Pearl in nay arms. I walked
swiftly to the nrs.
"Aatss," said, q laid her with her
1est % The hrs. IL you've never prayed
0efore. pray nov. Il We can save the
HI q thls dear angel. It viii surely be
essagn TIT III Lord win DO msrciful
/ ~ - - ether ways. You, Staxley,
Il ~ ~. Jana Bowdsn, knssl down