The Meadow-Brook Girls by the Sea; Or, The Loss of The Lonesome Bar

e is a boat somewhere hereabouts. I saw one sail into the cove, or the bay, whichever it is, before I went to sleep this evening. The men surely wi

ink we are fa

tion from another. I wish the moon would come up. That would give us our points of compass. Perhaps

d! I'm freething

y smoothness. At such times Tommy would cry out. Even Harriet's heart would sink as she glanced up at the towering mountains of water on either side of them. It seemed as if nothing could save them from being

ok Girls and a severe shaking up. Tommy had been in the surf on many occasions, when at the sea shore with her parents, and understood it fairly well. Harriet had never been in the salt water, but was guided wholly by the instincts of the swimmer, of one who

t. She had seen both girls enveloped in the cloud of spray and dark water. Jane McCarthy had gone bounding toward the beach, followed by

ff had sloughed off and slipped into the sea, having been loosened and undermined by the persistent

tested the guardi

there drowning!"

o save them. They aren't ther

where are the

s very strong in a storm such as this," said Mrs. Livingston sadly. She had hurried dow

a boat!" scr

rdian shook h

sea, nor would it live a moment did we succeed in getting it launched. We can

The wind has shifted," answered Jane McC

ild a fire," comman

to burn. The rain had thoroughly soaked everything. The merest flicker of flame was all they were able t

hief Guardian. "A light would help so much, and, if the

stened, but there was no response. She cried out

hey are gone,

efulness that she really did not feel, though she dared not permit herself to admit that Harriet and Grace really had been

o something?" p

rdian shook h

look out there to know that any ef

g suddenly

s; keep as close to the shore as possible without being caught by a wave; then search every foot of the beach all

Mrs. Livingston quickly called them back, dividing the party into groups of two. She w

ve been washed ashore; they may be found nearly drowned, a

search was made of the beach in both directions, the patrols eventually returning

ay drift in," comman

ly, investigating every shadow, every sticky mass of sea weed that caught th

ith Miss Elting and the Meadow-Brook Girls. There was little conversation. The women walked slowly back and forth, scanning the sea, of which they could see but little, for the night was still very dark. At first they tried calling out at interv

they would grow stiff and gradually get chilled through. That would mark the end, as she well understood. Then a

wind died out and rose again. Had it continued to freshen from the start, she would have permitted herself to drift with it, but Harriet feared that the wind had veered, and that it was now blowing out to sea, w

can't keep up much l

you won't sink. If only one knew it, it isn't really possible to sink, p

ike a thtone if

s every reason why you should n

on her back. "Did you ev

ever

ul. Oh, I'm tho tired a

with the result that she was the one to swallow salt water. Tommy choked, strangled and floundered, still screaming f

ave

nded her on the back, all the time managing to float on the surface of the water, evidencing that Harriet was something of a swimmer. Yet she was becoming weary and the sense of feeling was leaving her limbs. She realized that it was the c

asped Harriet. "You, a swimmer

he ocean thw

work. Sw

of it. She did not have the endurance possessed by her companion, and even Harriet's strength was leaving he

ver on your stomach. There. You need not try to fight it, just m

ot work. My kneeth are thtiff. Oh,

ht, if necessary, and be up in time fo

Tommy Thompthon, I gueth. Fithh, Harriet, fithh

She knew that she could not support Grace and herself through the rest of that long, dark night. She knew, too, that unless they were rescued, her companion would be past help by the end of another hour. It already seemed hours since they had slipped i

y would be rescued, but that did not prevent her keeping up the battle as long as a single vestige of strength remained. It was sheer gr

move in obedience to her will; her arms seemed weighed down by so

few moments she floated on her back, turned over with a great effort, then settled lower and lower in the

ll went down, drag