The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1909-08-14
SAVED BY 4 CONVICT.

waited on deck for the officers TO stow
him In the dark hold with his fellows
a boat from the Liverpool dock came
alongside with several passengers.
among them a handsome lady OF thir-
ty, Mrs. Rowland. wife OF Colonel
Rowland, quartered with his regiment
near Port Jackson. Australia. where
she was going TO join him, and her
little daughter Grace, a beautiful child
OF six years.
AS Mrs. Rowland was assisted up
the gangplank she noticed Mark Mold
and shnddered.
"You need not be afraid, maam.'
said the captain. The criminals will
be kept In the hold chained. They can
do you no harm"
Can you not send them away from
here7 I wish you would"
IL regret that ! cannot. as have
agreed 10 take them"
AS day after day passed the bright
little cherub Grace spread light and
Joy throughout the vessel.
Soon she noticed on deck the con-
Wet, Mark Mold, who, having been
taken III In the confined air below, had
been relieved OF his chains and led up
20 breathe the fresh air. A pleased
look crossed his haggard face as he In
hailed the pure breeze and looked out
on the broad, blue. rolling ocean.
won't you have some2 Here, take
It. You may have Il ALL" fell a child
ish voice on his ear, and. looking down,
he saw Grace at his knee holding up
her cake.
He seemed about TO put his hand on
her head when Mrs. Rowland gently
but quickly drew the child away.
The man showed no emotion at this
action OF the lady.
"You must never go near that bad
man again." said Mrs. Rowland.
Just as she spoke heavy squall
struck the ship, hurting her down and
almost on her beam ends and driving
her through the water with everything
humming
Suddenly there was a Wild shrek
from Mrs Rowland as little Grace,
who had attempted TO run into the
cabin. was literally blown TO leeward
into the sea.
my child o God save my child!'
screamed the distracted mother, whose
voice, however, was nearly drowned
by the booming thunder or wind and
ocean, the rafting or canvas. the slat-
ting OF sheets and ropes and the swash-
ing, kissing noise OF the sweeping
spray.
The sailors looked with appalled,
faces on the form OF Grace as she was
borne along by the merciless waves.
Not one OF them dared 20 venture over
board In that tempest, and, as 10 low
ering a boat, IL was simply impossible.
as no boat could live In such n storm
Save her! VIII no one save my
childY screamed Mrs. Rowland, con
fronting the seamen with clasped
hands and frenzied, beseeching eyes.
They looked at each other. and not
one moved. for all felt that certain
death awaited the man who should
plunge into that wrathful ocean. but
Mark Mold plunged overheard, and
the mother chung TO a backstay. eager
ly watching for his temperance; but
seeing nothing OF him, she bowed her
head on the rail, moaning and raving
like n maniac.
Still ragged the storm and on tore the
ship farther and farther from the
! place where the man and child had
/ gone overheard. The seamen exchang-
ed ominous glances and shook their
heads.
Soon the squat swept far away to
leeward the ship righted and the sun
cleaned from clear sky upon a
clearing sea-
From the captain, who, having now
brought his ship 10, with main top
sail aback, had run aloft, Wild cry
went ringing 10 the heavens, sending
nm electric thrill OF Joy 10 the hearts
OF all on deck.
II see something two miles OF the
lee quarter God grant IL be the man
and childw
His boat was soon down with good
oarsmen in Il, with Mrs Rowland. full
OF wild. anxious hope, in the stern
sheets Nearer TO that distant speck
drew the boat.
There he isr' cried the watchful
captain az last II Think believe
but am not certain = he - yes, yes,
thank God-hooray hooray-he has the
childw
Yes, there was the convict In the
water. holding up the child that the
mother might see IT,
Such a scream OF Joy as burst from
that mothers lips II would have done
you good to hear.
A few minutes later Grace nestled
on her bosom. weak and faint, but
showing signs OF rapid recovery. as
the happy woman strained her TO her
breast. showerlng kiss after kiss upon
her face
Almost exhausted 10 unconscious.
ness. Mark Mold lay IN the bottom OF
the boat. scarcely hearing the mother
hardly feeling the pressure Of her lips
| unon his hands when NJ lanVfh 1ha