Year: 1869

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again the maiden went bounding
along the beach. Ascending the
Cliff, she took her position on the
highest point; she scanned again
the waters of the bay; nothing was
in sight still. Was she mistaken
Could it have been another than her
fathers she had seen. Perhaps he
had rounded Folley's Point, and
would surprise her by coming sud
denly in view. Any way she would
wait as long as she could and watch.
Another peal, not indistinct this
time, but apparantly- over her head,
warned her to delay no time in re-
turning to the house Chow chilly
the air is growing. If / mistake
not we shall have some hail )" and
as the big drops began to descend
she hurried on to the cottage.
M other, | can see nothing of the
boat or father Where do you think
he can be? Surely not on the bay,
or he would have nade his appear
ance before this time.'


II cannot tell you. my child. Per
haps he has ventured farther out to
day, it being SO fair -
Another peal Of thunder that
shook the little cottage to its foun-
dation.


''Do not fear my child Have we
not been protected in many fear
ful storm before this, by him who
assures US, if we would seek him in
faith, he will make his word mani
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The wind, which had been rising
from a stiff breeze, had almost be-
a hurricane. Fear was visible on
the face ofboth, as they tried to hide
their emotions. Darkness was fast
enveloping the land and water, but
not faster than despair was settling
on the faces Of the lone women
Again and again would they try to
penetrate the fast coming darkness,
with always the same result. No
sight or sound of him who grew
each moment dearer to them, as the
sad reality Of his fate became GER
tain. The storm WAS raging now
in all it's terrible fury. The wind,
with demoniac madness, tore along
the long line Of coast, meeting
with no Instructions in its way, un-
til the little cottage was reached,
vhc.l, as if Furnishing it for disre-
spect, it tore the loose shingles
from the low roof, and carrying
them some distance, would hurl
them back with ten fold more fury,
making the din fearful to hear !;
while the sickening glare of the
lightning's flash ever and anon lit
up the long line of the coast, MAX
ing the gloom more awful.


Trim the lamp and place it high
er in the window, mother; he may
see it, and it may guide him around
the shoals


And again their petitions went up
before Throne of Mercy, Accord
ing to Lucy's predictions, the hail
mingled with the torrents of rain
that was pouring from the heavens.
The storm far surpassed other prior
to it in it's destructive powers. Ma
ny a poor fisherman would lose his
all on the awful night. Father in
Heaven how long will it continue ?
The little cottage could not stand
many more such violent attacks,
and if it was doubtful whether the
cottage could withstand such gale
how was it with the Lucy Orwic.-
Her fate seemed inevitable.


The storm which had ragged with
such violence for an hour, began to
give manifestations Of subsiding.
The flashes of lightning came only
; at long intervals, while the sky be
gan to tighten: still the Wind contin
ued high, blowing in an opposite di-
rection from the shore. Ifthe Lu.
cy Orwic was safe, it was impossible
for her to get to shore under such
disadvantages.


Now, mother for the beach. The
moon, breaking through the clouds,
gives sufficient light TO enable lis to
discern objects quite a distance.
You 90 toward the cliff and l will
90 toward the village, and at the
least warning from You I will be at
your side.''


Down to the very waters edge they
go, knowing no fear now, straining
their eyes over the expanse of trou
bled waters which were only half
distinCuishable by the dim light of
the hidden moon. Hark was that
not shout? Indistinst as it was, it
has caught the watchful ear Of the
daughter. Again it sounds family
on her ear, no delusion, but the
voice Of human being seemingly
in distress. Who could it be but
the one they had prayed tor? And
above the wind rings loud and clear
Mother, he lives he lives" In a
few moments they have joined each
other, and now they can almost dis
tinguish the words, "Help, help!'


It is nearly two miles to the near
est house, and before that could be
reached husband and father might
be beyond the aid Of help. Again
it comes family to them, warning
them to do what they had to do
quickly. Can they withstand such
an appeal. Surely not the noble
hearted Lucy.


''To the life boat, mother; help
me drag it to the shore. .


IL dare not have you go my child
would then be a widow and child
less"


"You must listen to the voice OF
reason. Mother, take back those