The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1899-11-04
TRL WEEKLYsEDITION


fingers from his arm and with hearty
''Good by, Doras his hand was upon
the latch.
With cry sh@ attempted to spring
between the aoq and him whose life
she was ssrlT1n& to reclaim before il
was too late. lis strong arm caught
her, held her fo one moment and then
gently brushed ler away. Suddenly
glad ilght-a Night Of hope-shons
in her eyes.
"Your promEse," she exclaimed,
your promise to me that you would
not lmpefll you@ life-ycu surely re-
member anu &hat promise you will
keep.
My prom1s9," he answered; ri do
remember, out that promise I must
break" I
Like statue carved in marble stood
Dora, and in e voice of BETTING cold.
ness came the Words: s;Then Duncan
Gray, I love y sou not more! I hate
your
| Dora ne &asped as his face grew
pale, surely yEou are not conscious of
what you say.k
In the same Ecold, even tones came
the response: 81 retract not word. "
The door oE4ened, letting in great
cloud OF snow*. which the shrieking
wind was drl1f ling along in its fury,
Immediately $closed. and Duncan
passed on Through the storm, half
dazed and UNI Ebelieyine what had oc.
Cured.
The men vi 10 had been summcaed
were surprised Ia at his delav, but there
was no time 1 to explain. Had there
been suspl&ion, however, in any
mind CT his 9lnwillingness to attend
them Oh theirs perilo1s mission such
thought was instantly dispelled when
it was notice I'd with What :enerey and
daring he thr lew himself into the work
OF lauchlng Hhe life-saving boat and
the almost sHperhuman strength with
which he halhdleo the oars.
One boat pad was brought to shore
IN safety, ang it was necessary to re-
turn for th&se who still remained
aboard the now fagt-sinking ship.
they mad AIM host succeeded in launch
ing her tor fine second trip, when a
tremendous fwave swept IN, hurting
boat AID braEre life-savers back on the
beach to try lsll over again. In spite
of the thandfers Of the storm old Joe
swore to hlnhself that he heard groan
from one 3f his companions with
whom ne waS working so desperately.
Wal, l don't much blame yer for
Gavin in, said he: sits a mighty
tough night}'
l--l9etta-7-T.e.r7- e.r7-u1sue,, ,TeP1ieu Dua,
can; ''l sprained my wrist when that
last big wav e smashed us up So.
"Ho, me'a!" shouted Joe. "Might's
we'll let up7E 7EDuncan's broke his arm.
Have to l9t those other fellows out
there so to 'Davy Jones locker"
"Hold or: -" cried Duncan, Il have
one arm left. Now then, shove sef eS
of: AND though ougassaa49.s @aadsssa Tisn h
easin he-~L-7,.SSs; - 6alf. .fro, a4htlng
their way to thoss ...sozen Ssaesa
pairing victims Of the wrec4: They
had secured the last man and were
again making their way to shore when
one oar suddenly stopped its brave
work and Duncan, unconscious from
pain, fell, and from hoarse throats
came the cry, "Man overboard:'
For a second only did despair pos
sess those heroic hearts, then rescued
turned rescuers. Those who were
not too benumbed by their long e1-
posure on the doomed vessel gave
hand aud after severe battle with
the waves Duncan's inanimate form
was recovered and the shore was
gained where the exhausted ones
we're soon cared for.
Through the binding storm little
muAaed figure crept up to Joe and N
CURED in voice which was hslf
moan: "Duncan-where is he?"
"Guess they carried him home,"
; came the thoughtless response, as IN
wonderment he flashed his lantern in
, to the face Of the inquirer. For an
instant he saw the white face with
eyes dilated in the agony Of compre-
hension Of the dreadful truth, then
without q cry, without sound she
fell at his feet in the drifted SNOW.
, All that night lights burned IN one
cottage home, where loving hands
l worked increasingly to restore to con-
sciousness him who had so nearly
lost his own life in saving the lives Of
others, and when that long, dark
night had vanished and with it the
storm, leaving portions OF a wreck
8 scattered out on the shining sands, IN
the morning CLEAN as the tide went
/ down, the tired eyes slowly opened
and 8 look of recognition came into
them, dispelling the terrible anxiety
5 Of those who had through the creep
ing hours watched for signs OF return
: irg life and filing with hope the
heart of the weary-eyed torlorn little
Dora, who dropped by the bedside
with a cry of joy.
:: A troubled expression passed over
:. his features, and with an effort he
murinured: my p-omise-1 broke
nv promise-can you forgive me?
3, "Oh, Duncan she sobbed, cit IS
!, I that am to be forgiven. ."-Boston
= Post.
/: shrest Woman in Kansas.