Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-02-26

sailor, praying with all MS soul tnal
one or the other might succeed In
reaching the white robes that still kept
the surface Of the water. His crew
was backing water and straining
every muscle to bring the boat around
sharp for the rescue.
The sailors powerful strokes brought
him to the spot first, but not in time
to clutch the disappearing white robes.
Just as he reached out an arm to grasp
the form of the girl she went down.
He did not hesitate second, but fol-
lowed. Peggy had fallen from the
dead Arabs embrace, and that worthy
already was at the bottom Of the sea.
She was half conscious when the shot
came, but the plunge into the cold wa
ter revived her. Her struggles were
enough to keep her up for few mo-
ments, but not long enough for the
swimmers to reach her side. She felt
herself going down and down, strang-
ling, smothering, dying; then some
thing viselike clutched her arm, and
she had the sensation of being jerked
upward violently.
The sailor fought his way to the
surface with the girl. and Brewster was
at his side in an instant. Together they
supported her until one Of the boats
came up, and they were drawn over
the side to safety. BY this time the
abductors had scattered like sheep
without a leader, and as there was no
further object in pursuing them the
little American fleet put back for the
yacht in great haste. Peggy was quite
conscious when carried aboard by the
triumphant Brewster. The words he
whispered to her as she lay on the bot
tom of the boat were enough to give
her life.
The excitement on board the Filter
was boundless. Fear gave way to joy.
and where despair had for a moment
reigned supreme there was now the
most insane delight. Peggy was bun
died below and into her berth, DR.. Lot
less attended her. Brewster and the
sailor were carried to a place where
hot toddies were to be had before
blankets.
You have returned the favor, Con-
roy" said Brewster fervently as he
leaned across the heads of his bearers
to shake hands with the sailor who was
sharing the honors with him. Conroy
was grinning from ear to ear as he sat
perched on the shoulders of his ship
mates. Il was luckier that l thought
in saving your life that day.
1T wasn't anything, Mr.. Brewster"
said young Conroy. Il saw chance
to drop the big niger, and then 1t was
up to me to get her out of the water"
You took a big risk, Conroy, but
you made good with 1t. If it had not
been for you, my boy, they might have
got away with Miss Gray"
Don't mention it, Mr.. Brewster; 1t
was nothing to do" protested Conroy
in confusion. I'D do anything in the
world for you and for her."
What is the adage about casting
your bread upon the water and getting
it back again?" asked Rip Van Wrinkle
of Joe Bragdon as they jubilantly fol-
lowed the procession below.
There was no more sleep on board
that night. In fact, the sun was not
long in showing himself after the res
cuers returned to the vessel. The dar-
ing attempt Of Mohammed's emissaries
was discussed without restraint, and
every sailor had a story to tell of the
ed conversation food for days and days
among both the seamen and the pas
sengers. Dan DeMille blamed himself
relentlessly for sleeping through it all
and moped for hours because he had
lost magnificent chance to do some
thing" The next morning he proposed
to hunt for the sheik and offered to
lead an assault in person. An investi-
CATION was made, and government Of
ficials tried to call Mohammed to ac-
count, but he had fled to the desert
and the search was fruitless.
Brewster refused to accept a share
Of the glory of Peggy's rescue, pushing
Conroy forward as the real hero. But
the sailor insisted that he could not
have succeeded without help-that he
was completely exhausted when Monty
came to the rescue. Peggy found 1t
hard to thank him gently while her
heart was so dangerously near the riot
point, and her words of gratitude
sounded pitifully weak and insufficient
1T would have been the same had
anybody else gone to her rescue" he
unused dejectedly. she cares for me
with the devotion of sister, and that's
ALL Peggy, Peggy" he moaned, "if
you could only love me, Td-Pd-oh,
well, there's no use thinking about it!
She will love some one else, of course,
and-and be happy too. If shed ap-
pear only one-tenth as grateful to me
as to Conroy I'd be satisfied. He had
the luck to be first, that's all, but God
knows 1 tried to do it,"
Mrs. Dan DeMille was keen enough
to see how the land lay, and she at
once tried to set matters straight. She
was far too clever to push her cam
paign ruthlessly, but laid her founda-
tions and then built cunningly and Sc
curely with the most substantial mate
rial that came to hand from day to
day. Her subjects were taking them
selves too deeply to heart to appre-
| ciate interference on the part of an
outsider. and Mrs. Dan was wise in
the whims of love.
Peggy was not herself for several
days after her experience, and the
whole party felt a distinct relief when
the yacht finally left the harbor and
steamed off to the west. A cablegram
that came the day before may have
had something to do with Brewster's
depression, but he was not the sort tC
confess it. 1t was from Swearenger
Jones of Butte, Mont, and there was
something sinister in the lacOnic ad-
monition. 1t read:
Brewster, L. S. Consulate, Alexandria: