The tribune independent of Michigan. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1933-1935, 1934-06-09
THE
TIDE RETURNS
BY VILLA Mae bradford

do you realize my daughter Is
at the point OF death" old Silas
shouted. your brother attacked
her. and I'm going to wiring his
d neck, with these hands"
Nothing doing around here" a
voice from the doorway called.
"The dogs headed for the creek"
steve search these Closets" old
Silas ordered; and a slump-should-
cred. self-conscious man came
quietly forward to carry out his
boss's orders.
Cynthia dared not point him out
as the guilty man, Lor did she dare
to stop him. They would never be-
lieve her. anyway. She watched the
white farm hand ransack the neat
little house. while the wealthy
plantation owners gave orders.
The sheriff arrived on the scene,
but left Immediately to secure adj
ditional officers to aid I'm the man
hunt. He feared the savage mob
had already taken things into their
hands. and he wanted more depu-
ties than he possessed. to restore
order to the little village.
Meanwhile. an exhausted youth
climbed into small row boat at q
point on the Dandee River, fo,
miles from his home. and summon
ed sufficient strength to row him
self halfway across the calm, dark
waters. In the middle of the river.
he realized he could not go on.
His courage was almost gone. and
the manly strength he had always
possessed, no longer seemed to
exist.
Suddenly, the boat drifted into
wiring current, and In an in
slant he felt the old water rise
over his head.
"Oh God" he shouted, piteously.
Save me. help me-" Where are
You tonight"
Dave struggled savagely TO keep
his head above the water as he
prayed earnestly to the Almighty
to spare his life. After a long peri
cd OF frantic effort, he fought him
self free OF the swift strong cur
rent. Being an experienced swim
mer. he finally reached shore and
dragged his exhausted body upon
the bank. He lay there for a NOM
ent. almost breathless. his drench-
ed body shirering in the early
crisp spring air. His eyes sought
the starless heavens above him
while his thoughts wandered back
to his childhood days. when his
mother had taught him to pray
sincerely.
She had made him attend revival
meetings and on ono OF those
nights. he had made fearful con-
fession which had brought endless
Joy TO his mothers heart.
College life had changed his
ideas about religion. and he had
placed earnest belief in fate. But
tonight had fate saved him? No,
he thought. The God he had wor-
shipped as a child. had saved him.
Fate has designed our destiny,
and faithfully she will carry us to
our goal" he quoted aloud, and
laughed. Suddenly, he remembered
that he was being hunted. He rush
ed swiftly into the dense dark
forest.
Somehow during that medita-
tive moment he had spent with
God. he had been strengthened and
he felt like going on. He wondered
II any harm had come TO the mem
bers of his family. Surely. the mob
would not attack his aged mother.
Should he have stayed. or had
he displayed guilt of cowardice. by
running away? No he intended to
tell what ne knew. but he could
not explain to blood-thirsty
mob. who had no power of reason
ing
In the meantime Shirley Horns
by. the 20-year-old white girl who
had been injured lay upon her
luxuriously bed In the Hornsby
home. while DR.. VanZyle, the fam
lily physician attended her.
SUDDENLY she was seized with an
acute pain which made her rigid.
Her nervous mother shrieked In
alarm. but Gained herself. as the
girls hazel eyes fluttered open
and sought her own In an appeal
ing manner.
Mother. mother" she stammer-
ed. Come near me. I've something
important TO tell you" The physi-
clan courteously left the room, In
order that the two women might
be alone.
CTo be concluded next week.
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