The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1900-02-17

AiOuuu the little g1rIS neck was an
o1lsk1n bag, so securely fastened that
the water had not been able to get to
the contents. This was the first thing
l removed from her, and Tom Wren,
opening the bag, called out that there
were books inside. Patiently and with
all the gentle skill we could command,
we pursued our task, with heaven on
our side; for we had not been at work
half an hour when Starley, with his
ear to the child's heart, screamed like
man in frenzy:
"Her heart beats! She lives-she
lives!'
mo noise, no noise" I cried, as the
men began to huzza; "you might frigh-
ten the life out of her. Fall on your
knees, rather, and thank the Lord in
silence for his mercy. All, my girl! If
had been so blessed with Bob, and if
the two of you had lived
The eyelids quivered and slowly I'M
closed, and then, with faint sigh,
closed again. mixed some water with
brandy, and placed it to her lips.
Drink, my child" said.
She drank gratefully, and ate a lit
tie biscuit I soaked for her. We con-
tinued our task until the blood began
to circulate freely, and then she opened
her eyes again, and gazed before her
with a vacant wonder in her face.
PEARL" said in a whisper, with my
face to her lips, do you know me?'
She raised her weak arms, and
placed them, round her neck. She lay
in my lap, restored to life, with the
warm blood flowing through her veins.
do you remember little Bob?" I
whispered again.
Bob" she replied, after pause, and
speaking very slowly and softly.
where is dear Bob? Oh, I have been
so cold, and it is so warm here. Yes,
mother; I won't forget. God protect
those who are sailing on the sea. Oh,
the cruel, cruel sea! I want to go to
sleep. May I go to sleep!'
Eyes, my child"
All of the men bent over us with ten
der, wistful looks, and some ventured
to touch her face softly with their
lips. 1 did not restrain them. She
seemed to sleep, but consciousness had
not quite deserted her; and presently
her lips moved, and she murmured
dreamily, in her sweet child-like voice,
the dear familiar prayer:
"Our Father which art in heaven
At these holy words, falling softly and
sweetly from one who had been
snatched from death within the last
hour, and who now foated into a
heavenly sleep, the thoughts of every
man present flew back to the days Of
his childhood.
"0ur Father which art in heaven"
said Tom Wren, in an awe-struck
tone; and we all repeated the words
solemnly.
"Hallcwed be thy NAME" continued
the child more softly and dreamily
still.
"Hallowed be thy name," Tom Wren
repeated, and we followed him. ST.
lence ensued. Exhausted nature was
struggling for supremacy, and between
every word the child thereafter MUIR
INJURED there was pause of a moment
or two.
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES"
"Thy kingdom come" said we, with
clasped hands, and heads bent in rever-
ence.
"Thy will-be done-on EARTH"
"Thy will be done on EARTH
GAS it is-as it is-in heaven"
GAS il is in heaven"
And with these last words, so softly
uttered that they died away like an
angels whisper the moment they
reached her lips, Pearl turned slightly
in my arms, so that her face was hid
den on my breast, and, with her arms
still clasped about my neck, fell into
calm and peaceful sleep.
Tom Wren, STOPPING over us, his
shadow stretching behind him like. a
weird, fantastic monster, waited mo-
ment or SO, and then saying, world
without end. Amen" burst into vio-
lent fit OF weeping. r.
"Hush, my lad" I whispered. with
my finger to his lips; you'll wake
her, 'r 49,
He checked himself suddenly, and
sobbed: Good bless her, and you, and
all OF us. Goodnight, mattel" =.
Goodnight, my lad. Go you, and
rest. There's work before us tomor-
row.. Fl At .s s !. z5 &. Ill.,.
He crept to the opposite side of the
fire, his monstrous shadow shrinking
and melting in the deeper gloom as he
stole softly away; and lying down, he
with the others soon were sleeping.
After a time I, too, slept; and the stars
shone on a band OF shipwrecked, weary