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Show "Cm of tb Foam." " We drew the boat tip on the sandy shore and then walked across the peninsula, penin-sula, which was here about a quarter of a mile wide, to view the tremendous sea rolling in. There was a northeaster blowing, and the ocean as far out as one could see was boiling and foaming. The tide was on the flood, and as we Btood there looking into the raging surf, with the gale almost flinging us down at times, a dark object appeared in the midst of the foam. It was whirled and tossed and buffeted for three or four minutes, and then it great wave brought it in and flung it upon the wet sands at our feet. While the rest of us started back at the sight the bronzed face old fishonnan dashed forward and gathered it up and retreated behind a sand hill. We followed, fol-lowed, and as we gathered about him he knelt on the sands and removed his hat. It was the body of a child a little girl not over 4 or 5 years old. No, not the body, but the bones a skeleton wrapped in a dress and jacket. There was little more than bones. It had evidently been buried in the sands for a long time, and some change of the current had cut it out and brought it ashore. "Somebody's heart aches!" whispered the old fishonnan as he looked away from us. Aye; but whose? When did it happen? hap-pen? And where? There was nono to tell.- 'This poor body had been searched for, wept over, prayed for, given up to God at last. A world of sorrow had crept into some mother's heart. A father's fa-ther's lips had quivered as he thought of her fate. "Her soul is up there!" whispered the old man as he pointed heavenward, "but we will give the little body rest down bore." And with bits of board we scooped out a resting place high above the sweep of the tide and laid the bones away. Above them we placed a board as a guide should circumstance ever direct a searcher's search-er's feet that way. And then, as we stood with uncovered heads for a moment, mo-ment, the gale shrieking madly over that waste of sand, the old man said: "Man may never find the spot, but God will know where the poor child lies buriod." New York Sun. |