The Brunswick news. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 1901-1903, 1902-09-21

like it. 1t seems as though I'd llks
to have a friend who'd receive me as
the hymn has it. Sometimes l get
most crazy. There amt many friends
! livin' around Tumbling Forks. It's
good many years Tod, and I've lived
with old dad. He's good and UNDER
stands. l didn't have anything here;
it was empty like" and the woman put
her hand on her heart, but now since
I've been hearing that hymn there's
something in here. don't know just
what it is. but l don't feel as hard
toward people as l did,
Tod's eyes glistened little He took
book and read softly for some little
time.
Must l do that to have Him receive
me?" said Jenny. Must l forgive al!
my enemies? Must 1 forgive Name
Garth?"
Yes, even Name Garth answered
Tod. It's written as plain as day.
Bless them as persecutes YOU
The woman rose with a flaming color
in her cheeks. Il can't do that" she
said, and her eyes flashed and her
hands were clinched. She went through
the gateway with rapid steps, her head
thrown back and her hands stin
clinched She walked towards the
bridge that Spanned Tumbling Forks
Beneath the structure the water was
deep and smooth. Fifty yards below
* became 4 roaring torrent Half way
between the bridge and the rapid s
little peninsula jutted into the stream
A little boy was lying prone on the
bridge and leaning over the water. He
had a fish line i'll his hand He was
a tiny little fellow, and with suddeE
feeling Of repugnance Jenny Travers
recognized the child as Harry Garth
Mary Garth's hoy, and the one Who
had been taught by his mother that
Billy Trayers was child to be
Stunned
Jenny was twenty yards from the
bridge when the child in sudden excite.
ment leaned out over the river, lost his
balance and fell in. Down the stream
the water was churning and boiling
There was swift current under the
bridge, though in the depth OF the
water it did not show in its full force.
Jenny cried aloud She hesitated one
instant and then with an understandable
something in her face, rushed forward
and sprang into the water. She had
been a good swimmer in her grlhood.
She caught the boy and bore him up
and then once again called aloud. She
was answered by a shrek from the
bridge. Mary Garth was standing
there shrieking and impotently wiring.
ing her hands.
Jenny Travers burdened as she Wa
stroye to reach the little peninsula that
ran into the Forks. She was weaken.
ing. She reached a point above it, but
the current swept her out and beyond,
the boy clinging to her and impeding
the freedom of movement. A man
rushed across the field, and out on to
the peninsula and threw himself into
the water. In Il second he found the
boy in his arms. He struggled to reach
the woman also but the current had
caught her with its fun force, and she
was at the edge Of the roaring torrent
in whose water was death The man
struggled ashore with the boy He
turned and looked. For one instant
he saw Jenny Travers' face above the
water. Sluggish of perception though
this Tumbling Forks man was, he saw
that in Jenny's face there was set a
look Of peace. As the torrent claimed
her there came from the doorway of
Tod Jenka' home the roughly sweet
voice Of the Tumbling Forks convert:
Gone to Me" saith One. land com.
ing. be at rcst."-Edward b. Clark in
the Chicago ord-Herald.