The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1901-03-02

mower that had shaped her previous
!. life. sybil lived, and life was hope.
She was not In lie Providence-thar
he knew. Indeed, as he recalled the
conversation he had overheard, here
menbered that she had spoken of I'M
mediate departure. His cautious in
auiries elected no response. Sister
Winifred was grave, almost to sever
i ity, when he stroVe to question her.
she knew no one by the name Of Sybll
Wraye. About fifty passengers had
been saved from the wreck Of the
4 Ocean Queen, but no such person was
among thems SO far. as she had heard.
A cousin of her own, Madam Gillette,
had spent a few days at the hospital
before starting for Switzerland, and
she had talked much Of the shipWreck;;
but Sister Winifred was always too
busy to hear worldly talk.
SO, with many thanks to the good
sisters for their kindness, Herbert was
constrained to take his leave Of lie
Providence without learning more.
i It would not be so difficult, he fan
cied, to get clue outside the hospital
@tWalls.ssR u y, t@
~ He went to the llotel--a quaint, sub
stantia1 old place, where in the sum
. mer time inva1ids Of modest income
resorted to enjoy the benefit of the
| fresh sea breeze. @
The usual lady bookkeeper was in
| the cheerful little Office, and, judging
| by her bright eyes and charming toll
ct, would not prove so difficult a per-
sonage as Sister Winifred.
Monsieur was 'sAmericai1.' All
Mademoiselle Belville's eyes brighten
ed with interest-saved from d the
wreck of the Ocean Queen? Alleges
5softening into sympathy had
heard !! They had many guests at LIE
,Brisemer who had also been on that
Tunfo rtunate vessel. 81 81
IA Ladies? Yes, yesi many ladies'.
Two boats had come in safe:s8 But, eh,
mon Dieu! what were two, boatfuls
I when so many were lost? There were
several madames, and the engaging
| housekeeper showed her register. All,
| but they were overcome! They would
| never be quite themselves again, as
monsieur would, no doubt, under
stand. The shock and terror were so
grand, SO terrible! KS
'Mees Wraye?' All, no! there was
no such name on the books; and made
moiselle scanned them a gain, obliging-
ly. No such name-Herberts eyes fol-
lowing her eagerly-no such name:
All, she hoped that monsieur had lost
no friend on board the Ocean Queen.
I%iShe had understood from some of the
passengers. that the young gentleman
.who had been taken to the hospital
WAS stranger, save by sight, to them
all. T.
Herbert thanked the gracious young
lady, and with a heart that had lost
something of it's determined hopeful
ness, went down to the beach.
The long boats Of the fishermen
were drawn up in the sunshine; the
tide was out, and on the damp stretch
of sand the men were busy mending
their nets and lines. Y
. They were stolid, heavy-looking
peasants, and scarcely the type Of
men that could be easily reused to
deeds Of daring; and yet they had
proved themselves heroes in many
tempestuous night.
Herbert approached one of them,
and, making himself known as one Of
the survivors Of the Ocean Queen,
found he was an object of interest at
oLce. @,~.. - -
"Ah, yes, yes,'' said the old fisher
man, lit was the worst wreck the
coast has had for years and years,
since Pierre Bardin was a boy; and
Pierre Bardin is no infant now. He
is sixty-four, if he is day, though
monsieur would not think so, if he
could see him, with rope around his
waist, battling with the waves. He
saved a dozen lives. All, 'tWould he
strange, indeed, if monsieur had not
heard of Pierre Bardin. 1t was he
who saved the pale lady with the
golden hair, whose father was nearly
mad with grief"
"a pale lady with golden hair, dashed
to a spar"
Eyes, yes, monsieur! But the spar
would never have saved her but for
Pierre Bardin. 1t was he who. caught
her, III the black darkness, from the
cruel waves, that would have case her
on the rocks above. Eth mon Dieu!
but those were cruel rocks! 1t was
there monsieur was found, with his
head SO cut and bleeding that, but for
the good Sisters of LIE Providence, he
would never have lived to tell Of the
terrors of that awful night"
ALI, yes! SIStec NlulltcQ ldQ TOlu
Herbert of the inerciful manner in
which a kind Providence had saved
his life. She had told him of those
| frightful2 black rocks, that reared
Themselves likescruel monsters, on the
upper shore. Waiting until the pillows
cast them their prey. Tt was there he
had been found, caught inSa cleft be-
tween the rocks his helpless hand
closing to- his \, heart "a n imaginary
! form 5s555s$ t
Bit Herbert was not thinking of his
own wonderful delivery now.
'Thc pale lady with the golden hair,
lashed to SPAR the lady whom
Pierre Bardin had saved-where was
she? -" Sir i,
The sturdy old fisherman came shuf-
fling up the beach, and Herbert re-
solved to question him. . @
"Oui. oui!'--the weather-beaten he
70 Of fifty tempests scratched his griz-
zled head lin response to the young
monsienr'ss inquiries. and looked as
stupid asssthough IAN idea had never
before entered his brain foul, oui!
there was a lady he saved from the
wreck; but he did not know whittier
she had gone. He had not stopped to
| ask her name: there We're So manv