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as SAVED. hers as he spoke. Then she leaned over the vessel's side, and said, in loud, clear tones: ‘‘T shall not go with you; there are enough in the boat — already.” She turned her back tesbluitely upon what seemed her only hope of safety, and, clinging to Mr. Rosevelt, she said: ‘<I will not leave you, the only one who has spoken kindly to me during all the voyage. They did not want me, for my extra weight would lessen their chances, and I will “#y to be brave when—when the end comes.” She was ghastly even to her ‘lips, but there was a clear and steady light in her eye. Mr. Rosevelt was horror-struck at what she had done. ‘‘ Heavens, child! you shall not do this rash thing! Hold, there!” he yelled to those in the boat; ‘‘she wz// go!” and he lifted her in his arms and bore her to the spot she had just left, while the captain roared to the men below to wait. But even as they were speaking the vessel gave a tremendous lurch and settled far down into the water. Smoke and flame were vomited up from below, and, horror of horrors! the boat into which they had just been urging—almost forcing Star— was swamped in the commotion of waters caused by that lurch, and its luckless freight were at the mercy of the hungry waves. It was a fearful moment. | Cries and shrieks for help came up from the cruel depths, and white, upturned faces looked piteously toward the sinking hulk, as if imploring even the brief respite from a horrible death which it could afford. Boxes, spars, and anything that was at hand, were cast over to them, and several succeeded in reaching and clinging to them, while others went down to their watery grave before the eyes of that watching, agonized group on the burning vessel, who almost forgot their own impending fate in the sufferings of their comrades. Suddenly a shout rent the air. - GEomicbooks. co