Laura Brayton — page 164: what you’re looking at

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LAURA BRAYTON. 155 what time of tide it is, the wind is master of every- thing out there. Ah! there is another speck in sight, a smaller vessel, with no masts standing, close to the larger one. I had not seen her before. Oh, father, itis awful to think how soon all those who are living out there must perish, how soon they must meet their God.” “Death isn’t terrible to the good, Liddy, no mat- ter when or how it comes. Them that have faith in Him who died for us can ‘smile when they know their foothold on earth is sinking away. You know that, child, for you peye seen the good die, you re- member.” “Yes, father.” And the daughter sighed as if some memory ~ gwept over the harp-strings of her heart with its - golemn music. “How does the ship drift now, Liddy?” he asked. “She still keeps to the south of the Diamond, father. But the smaller -vessel is going bodily on toward the rocks.” “The ship may clear ’em, but even then there’s no chance. One solid mile from shore the breakers would lift her up and dash her on the sand with a force which would shiver iron, not to talk of wood. She’d go to pieces away out there, and nothing could pass alive through all that white water—nothing, nothing. Itis awful to see them dle, it is, Liddy. But we can do nothing, my child. They are in the hands of the Lord.” | “Father, I can’t stay up here. I must go down to the beach. J’ll take your big sea-coat and wrap up | in it, and carry down aline and a flask of spirits. Maybe some poor creature may be tossed on the ghore with life enough left in him to save,” comicbooks (ef 0) hat