The Saint Paul globe., 1900-05-14

came to his mixing the poison with the
liquor and the wine. But she was not
dead; he would have found that out if
he had barred her breast and put his ear
to the white softness. But would she die
in that sleep which was as death? For
L believe 1t Is the hearts action that fails
In such cases, and at any moment her
soul might return to God.
But he, poor unhappy wretch If he
understood what his mad but most NOV
ing love for his child had impelIed him
to do, his perception would not be as
ours. His heart burned with desire that
she should awake and tell him in which
direction he should steer, for already the
snip was toy astern, three spires of
1ce-llke radiance dipping to the eye on the
brows of the blue swell as the boat rose
and sank, jeweling the water with two
foam-threaded lines of little yeasty
bubbles
Would she ever awaken? How long
would she continue in sleep? To some
dose of mOrphia professionally prescribed
will yield a long nights rest not wholly
unrefreshing, though the drug is obnox-
ious to the brain, which in time it muir
Gers. Therefore she might sleep into the
early hours of the night.
But these We're not his speculations
His mind was intent on one object, and
he held the boat straight before the wind,
waiting for her to look at him and rise
and point to the spot where his boy was
1t passed into about an hour before sun
| set.
From time to time the captain had
laid his hand gently upon the girls brow,
believing she would open her eyes and
speak to him. He was like child whose
grave or tragic act was beyond his minds
capacity to understand. He was pain
fully haggard, and sweat drops were on
his forehead and cheeks but the dreadful
flre was always in his eyes. And once he
stared hXedly over the port bow of the
boat as though his poor brain had shaped
the vision of his child he started as
though he beheld the phantom and when
it vanished out of the perfdious cell
which had created it he sighed and frown-
ed
He took no heed of sensation; thirst
and hunger may have been his, but he
never left the helm to drink or eat. At
the hour have named the westering sun
was beginning to empurple the east, and
ne was steering towards the point where
the evening star would rise More than
half the moon was hanging in a broken
shape of dim pearl over the boats bows
All at once the captains ceaseIess stare
at the ocean brought his eyes to an OBJ
Ject almost directly ahead He was a
SdHor, ana MS afflicted reason could not
deceive him. Right ahead and within half
an hour's sail-so low seated was the
gunwale of that boaf-Iay a small yes
sci, partly dismasted and deep sunk. She
was painted black. Her lower masts were
white, and both foresail and mainsafI
ed -"
He will be there! he will be therer'
cried the captain in voice that swept
ike shrek from his lips, and as the
words left him the girl, with long.
strange sigh, opened her eyes full upon
the wild nightmare face that was on a
line with her head, for he had sprung
to his feet
He is therer' he shouted again.
Then looking down he saw her watch
ing him, and had he been sane would
have witnessed the awakening reason in
her darkening into horror She tried TO
sit up, but her body was heavy as lead
'Oh, what is this? where am I?'' She
asked, more in a mutter than in clear
speech: eIe. t.s-ssi. ! n II a. Fe. n >.
He is theret" he cried, pointing with
frantic gesture, land you have known
it throughout your sleep Look!" He
stopped, put his hands under her arms
and lifted her out of the bottom of the
boat into the stern sheets, against whose
blackboard she sank
Now morphia gives you but sleep if