. Our young folks [serial]. t dancing off, and he was alone on the lake. Poor Jimmy watched in vain to see his father rise, and he called his nameover and over again, but the echo was all that replied ; he uttered a wild cry ofdespair, and the lake, shore, and sky faded from his sight. When he openedhis eyes again, the moon was shining down upon him, and lighting theglistening water brightly, but he could not endure to look at it. He coveredhis face with his hands, and sank down in the boat. All night long he drift-ed, until, in the first light of morning, he was found by a party of neighbors
. Our young folks [serial]. t dancing off, and he was alone on the lake. Poor Jimmy watched in vain to see his father rise, and he called his nameover and over again, but the echo was all that replied ; he uttered a wild cry ofdespair, and the lake, shore, and sky faded from his sight. When he openedhis eyes again, the moon was shining down upon him, and lighting theglistening water brightly, but he could not endure to look at it. He coveredhis face with his hands, and sank down in the boat. All night long he drift-ed, until, in the first light of morning, he was found by a party of neighbors whohad been rowing over the lake, looking for his father and himself. As theyneared home, he saw his mother standing on the beach, waiting for their re-turn ; and that was the last sight he remembered; for many weeks he livedthe dreadful night over in a fierce fever. Then he grew well, but the recol-lection of it will never pass from his mind. Do you wonder now that poor little Jimmy has frightened eyes ? Annie T. 12 Turkish March. [May,
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