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‘NORPWA'LK - GAZETTE.
A MARRIAGE AT SEA.
CHAPTER IV.
I will not feign, that I was perfectly
comfortable in my mind. I never pre-
tended to be more than a summer-holi-
day sailor, and such anxiety as I should
have felt had I been alone was now
mightily accentuated, as may be sup-
posed, by having the darling of my heart
in my li:tle ship with me. I had a long
talk with Caudel that afternoon, and,-
despite my eager desire to remain at
sea, I believe “I would have been glad
had he. advised that the Spitfire should
be steered for the nearest harbor.
“ Lord love ye, Mr. Barclay, sir,”
he exclaimed, “what’s going wrong,
that we should tarn to and set it right?
Here’s a breeze of wind that’s doing all
that could be asked‘ for. I dorn’t say it
ain’t thick, but there’s nothin’ in it to
take notice of. Of course you’ve only
got to say the word, sir, and I’ll put the
helium up; but even for that there job it
would be proper to make sartin first of
all where we are. There’s no want 'of
harbors under our lea, from Portland
Bill to Bolt Head, but I can’t trust to my
dead-reckoning, seeing what’s involved,”
said he, casting a damp eye at the sky-
light, “ and my motto is, there’s nothin’
like seeing when you’re on such a coast
as this here. Having come all this way,
it ’ud be a pity to stop now.”
"So long as you’re satisfied—” I ex-
claimed; no doubt he was, though I be-
lieve he was influenced by vanity too.
“You steer by the compass, I sup-
pose?” said I.
“ By nothin’ else, sir,” he answered in
a voice of wonder.
‘-’ Well, I might have known that,"
said I, laughing at my own stupid ques-
tion, that yet had sense in it too. “ I
should have asked you if the compass is
to be trustec .”
“Ay, sir. He’s a first class compass.
There’s nothin’ to make him go wrong.
Yet it’s astonishing what a little thing
will put a compass out. I’ve heered
of a vessel that was pretty nigh run
ashore all along of the helmsman,—not
because he couldn’t steer; a better hand
never stood at a wheel; but because he’d
been physicking himself with iron and
steel and had taken so much of the
blooming stuff that the compass was
wrong all the time he was at the helm.”
“ A very good story,” said I, and, hav-
ing had enough of the deck, I rejoined
my sweetheart; and in the cabin, with
talking, reading, she singing, — very
sweetlv she sang,— we killed the hours
till bedtime.
I was up at seven o’clock, with a reso-
lution to let the weather shape my decis-
ion as to sticking to 'the vessel or going
ashore, and was not a little pleased to
find the yacht making good way, with a
brilliant breeze gushing steady off her
starboard bow. -
The greater part of this day Grace and
I spent on deck, but nothing whatever
happened good enough to keep my tale
waiting whilst I tell you about it. Can-
del talked of being abreast of the Start
by three o’clock in the morning. *
“Tnen,” said I to my sweetheart, “if
that be so, Grace, there will be but a
short cruise to follow.”
'At this she looked grave, and fastened
her eyes with a wistful expression upon
the sea over the bows, as though Mount’s
Bay lay there and the quaint old town of
Penzance with its long esplanade and its
rich flanking of green and well-tilled
heights would be presently showing.
I read her thoughts, and said, “ I have
never met Mrs. Howe, but Frank’s let-
ters about her to me were as enthusias-
tic as mine were about you to him.”
“ It is a desperate step, Herbert,” she
. sighed.
Upon which I changed the subject.
We went below, and Grace and I killed
the time, as heretofore, in talking and
reading. We found the evening too
‘short, indeed, so much had we to say to
each other. Wonderful is the amount of
talk which lovers are able to get through
and feel satisfied with! '
Grace and I were of a talking age—two-
and-twenty, and one not yet eighteen;
our minds had” no knowledge of life, no
experience, nething in them to keep
them steady; they were set in motion
by the lightest, the most trivial breath
of thought, and idly danced in us in the
manner of some gossamer-like topmost
leaf to the faintest movement of the
‘ummer air. '
She withdrew to her berth at 10 o’clock
that night with a radiant face and laugh-
ing eyes, for, 'insipid as the evening
must have proved to others, to us it had
been one of perfect felicity. Not a single
sigh had escaped her, and twice had I
mentioned the name of Mrs. Howe with-
out witnessing any change of counte-
nance in her.
I went on decktp take a last lc’yk round,
and found all well,-—no change in the
weather, the breeze a brisk and steady
pouring out of the north, and Caudel
pacing the deck well satisfied with our
progress. I‘returned below without any
feeling of uneasiness, and sat at the
cabin table-for some. minutes or so to
smoke out a cigar. A sort of dream-like
feeling came upon me as I sat‘. I found
it hard to realize that my sweetheart
was close to me, separated only by a
cur’tained door from the cabinI was
musing in. What was to follow this ad-
venture? 'Was it possible that Lady
Amelia Roscoe could oppose any obsta—
cle to ourgunion afterthis association?
-I gazed at thomirrors I had equipped the
cabin with, pulled a flower and smelt it
in‘a vacant sort of way of which never-‘
theless I was perfectly sensible. “Is
there anything wrong with my nerves
to—night? ” thought I.
I extinguished my cigar and went to
bed. It was then about a quarter to
eleven, and till past one I lay awake,
weary, yet unable to sleep. I fell asleep
at last, and, as Iafterwards gathered,
slept till somewhat after three o’clock in
the morning.
I was awakened by suddenly and vio-
lently rolling out of my bunk. The fall
,. was a heavy one ; I was a big fellow, and
struck the plank of the deck hard, and,
though I was instantly awakened by the
shock of the capsizal, I lay for some mo-
ments in a condition of stupefaction,
sensible of nothing ,but that I had fallen
out of my bunk.
The little berth was in pitch darkness,.
and I lay, as I have said, motionless, and
almost dazed, till. my earcaught a sound
'of shrieking, ringing through a wild but
subdued note of storm .on deck, mingled
with loud and fearful shouts as of men
bawling for life or death, with a trem-.
bling in every plank and fastening of the
little fabric as though she were tearing
I- got on to my legs,
but the angle of the, deck was so prodig-
ions that I leaned helpless against the
bulkhead to the base of which I had
rolled, though unconsciouslyu The
shrieks were continued. I recognized
‘Grace’s voice, and the sound put a. sort
of frenzy into me, insomuch that, scarce-
ly knowing how I managed. I had in up
' Advertise in the GAzn'rrE.
' .
Instant opened the door of my" little
berth, and was standing grabbing hold
of the cabin table, shouting to let her
know that I was awake and up and that
I heard her. .
Now the uproar of what I took to be a
squall of hurricane power was to be eas-
ily heard. The bellowing of the wind
was horrible, and it was made more ter-
rifying to land-going earls, by the inces-
sant hoarse shouts of the fellows on
deck; but, bewildered as I was, agitated
beyond expression, not knowing but as
I stood there gripping the table and
shouting my sweetheart’s name the yacht
might be foundering under my feet, I
had wits enough to observe that the ves-
sel was slowly recovering alevel keel,
rising from the roof-like slant which had
flung me from my bed to an inclination
that rendered the use of one’s legs pos-
sible. I likewise noticed that she neither
plunged nor rolled with greater heavi-
ness than I had observed in her before I
lay down. ,
Fortunately, I had no need to clothe
myself, since on lying down I had re-
moved nothing but my coat, collar and
shoes. I had a. little silver match-box
in my trousers pocket, and swiftly struck
a match and lighted a lamp. Ilooked at
Grace’s door,expecting to find her stand-
ing in it. It was closed and she contin-
ued to scream. It was no time for cere-
hmony; I opened the door and called to
er.‘ .
“ Oh,Herbert, save me !” she shrieked.
“The yacht is sinking!”
“No,” I cried, “she has been struck by
a gale of wind. I will find out what is
the matter. Are you hurt? ” .
“The yacht is sinking!” she repeated,
in a wild voice of terror.
“Remain as you are, Grace. I shall
return to you in a moment. Do not im-
agine that the yacht is sinking. I know
by the buoyant feel of her movements
that she is safe.”
And, thus hurriedly speaking, I left
her, satisfied that her shrieks had bean
produced by terror only; nor did I wish
her to rise, lest the yacht should again
suddenly heel to her first extravagantly
dreadful angle, and throw her and break
a limb or injure her more cruelly yet.
The companion-hatch was closed. The
idea of being imprisoned raised such a
feeling of consternation in me that I
stood in the hatch as one paralyzed;
then terror set me pounding on the cover
with my list till you would have thought
that in a few moments I must have re-
duced it to splinters. After a little,
during which I hammered with might
and main, roaring out the name of Cau-
del, the Cover was cautiously lifted a
few inches, letting in a very yell of wind,
such a schock and blast of it that I was
forced back off the ladder, as though by
a blow in the face, and in a breath the
light went out. - ‘
“It’s all right, Mr. Barclay,” cried
the voice of Caudel, hoarse and yet shrill
too with the life—and-death cries he had
been already delivering. “ A gale of
wind’s busted down upon us. We‘ve got
the yacht afore it whilst we clear away
the wreckage. There’s.no call to be
alarmed, sir. On my word and honor as
a man, there‘s no call, sir. I beg you not
to come on deck yet; ye’ll only be in the
way. Trust to me, sir; it’s all right, I
say.” And the hatch was closed again.
I now knocked on Grace’s door, and
told her to rise and dress herseif and
join me in the cabin.
“There’s no danger,” I shouted;
“ nothing but a capful of wind.”
I_ sat alone for some ten minutes, dur-
ing which the height and volume of the
sea sensibly increased, though as the
yacht continued flying dead before 'the
wind her plunges were still too longand
gradual to be distressing. Occasionally
a shout would sound on deck, but what
the men were about I could not conceive.
The door of the forward berth was
opened, and Grace entered the cabin.
Her face was white as death; her large
eyes, which seemed of a coal blackness
in'the lamplight and by contrast with
the hue of her cheeks sparkled with
alarm. She swept them round the
cabin as though she expected to behold
one knows not what sort of horror, then
came to my Side and linkedf my arm
tightly in hers.
“ Oh, Herbert, tell me the truth. What
has happened?” _
“Nothing serious, darling. Do you
not feel we are afloat and sailing brave-
l i)?! V
“But just- now‘R—Did not the yacht
turn over? Something was broken on
deck, and the men began’ to shriek.”
“ And so did you, Grace” said I, trying
to smile.”
“ But if we should be drowned?” she
cried, drawing herself closer to me and
fastening her sweet, terrified eyes upon
my face.
I shook my head, still preserving my
smile, though Heaven knows, had my
countenance taken its expression from
my mood it must have shown as long as
the yacht herself.
“ What is that noise of thunder,
Herbert?"
“ It is the wind,” I answered.
“Are not the waves getting up? Oh!
feel this!” she cried as the yacht rose
with velocity and something of violence
to the underrunning hurl of chasing sea,
of a power that was but too suggestive
of whatwe were to expect. .
“ The Spitfire is a stanch, noble little
craft, ” said I, “ built for North Sea
weather. She is not to be daunted by
anything that can happen hereabouts."
“ But what has happened?” she cried,
irritable with alarm.
I was about to utter the first reassur-
ing sentence that occurred to my mind,
when the hatch—cover was slid a little
way back, and I just caught sight of a
pair of legs ere the cabin lamp was ex-
tinguished by such another yell and blast
of wind as had before nearly stretched
me. Grace shrieked and threw her arms
around my neck; the cover was closed,
and the interior instantlv becalmed
again.
“Who’s that?” I roared.
“Me, sir,” sounded a voice out of the
blackness where the companion-steps
stood,— “ Files, sir. The capt’n’s asked
meto step below to report what’s hap-
pened. He dursn’t leave the deck him-
Ielf.”
_ I released myself from my darling’s
clinging embrace and lighted the lamp
for the third time.
“ Now for your report, Files; and bear
a hand in it, for mercy’s sake.” .
"‘ Well, sir, it’s just this; it had been
breezing up, and we double-reefed the
main-sail, Captain Caudel not liking the
look of the weather, when a slap of wind
carried pretty nigh half the mast over
the side. , We reckon—for we can’t see—
..that it’s gone some three or -four feet
below the crostrees. The sail came down
With a run, and there was a regular mess
of. it, sir, the vessel being buried; We’ve
had to keep her afore until we could cut
the wreckage clear, and now we're a—go-
ing-toheave her to, and I’m to tell ye,
with Capt’n Caudel's compliments, not
to take any notice of the capers she may
cut when she heads the sea." . ' ,
“ How does the weather look, Files?"
“. Werry black and noisy, sir.” .
“ Tell Caudel to let me seeihim when-
ever he can leave the deck,.’.’- unwilling to
detain him. lest he should say something
' J obPrinting neatly donoot this one, .
:z; 3.5;; to the-terror OI Grace, whose eyes
were riveted upon him as though he
were some frightful ghost or hideous
messenger of death,
I took down the lamp and screened it
whist he opened the cover and crawled
out. No man could imagine that so heavy
a sea was already running until Caudel
hove the yacht to. The instant the helm
was put down the dance began. As she
rounded to, a whole green sea struck her
full abeam, and fell with aroar like .a
volcanic discharge upon her decks, stag-
gering her to the heart,—sending a throe
of mortal agony through her, as one
might have sworn.
Grace sat at my side, her arm locked
in mine; she was motionless with fear;
her eyes had the fixed look of the sleep-
walker’s. Nor will I deny that my own
terror was extreme; for, imagining that
I had heard a shriek, I believed that my
men had been washed overboard.
I waited a few minutes with my lips
set, wondering what was to happen next.
holding Grace close to me, and harken—
ing with feverish ears for the least
sound of a human voice on deck. There
was a second blow,——this time on the
yatch’s bow—followed by a sensation as
of every timber thrilling, and by a bolt-
like thud of falling water, but well for-
ward. Immediately afterwards I heard
Caudel shouting close against the sky-'
light. and I cannot express the emotion—-
in truth, I may call it the transport of
joy—his voice raised in me. It was like
being rescued from a dreadful death
that an instant before seemed certain.
At the expiration, as I supposed, of
twenty minutes, the hatch-cover was
opened, this time without any following
screech and blast of wind, and Caudel
descended. Had he been a beam of sun-
shine he could not have been more wel-
come to my eye. He was clad from head
to foot in oil-skins, from which the wet
ran as from an umbrella in a thunder-
shower, and the skin and hue of his face
resembled soaked leather.
“ Well, Mr. Barclay, sir,” he exclaimed,
“and how have you been a-getting on?
It’s been-a bad job; but there’s nothin’
to alarm ye, I’m sure.” Then, catching
sight of Grace’s face, he cried, “ The
young lady ain’t been and hurt herself,
I hope, sir?”
“Her fear and this movement,” Ian-
swered, “have proved too much for her.
I wish you would pull off your oil-skins
and help me to convey her to the side
there.”
He instantly whipped off his stream-
ing water-proofs, standing without the
least inconvenience whilst the deck
slanted under him like a. seesaw, and in
a very few'moments he had safely placed
Grace on the lee locker, with her head
on a pillow. I made shift to get round
to her without hurting myself, then
cried to Caudel to sit and tell me what
had happened. ‘ -
“Well, it’s just this, sir,” he an-
swered: “the mast was carried away
some feet below the head of it. It went
on a sudden in the squall in which the
wind burst down upon us. Perhaps it
was as well it happened. for she lay
down to that there houtily in a way so
hobstinate that I did believe she’d never
lift herself out of the water ag’in.”
“Is the yacht tight, do you think,
Caudel ?” cried I, .
“ I hope she is. sir."
“ Hope ! My God ! but you must know,
Caudel l'”
“ Well, sir, she’s a-draining a little
water into her,——I’m bound to say it,—
but nctliin' that the pump won’t keep
under, and I believe that most of it finds
its way into the well from up above.”
I stared at him with a passion of
anxiety and dismay, but his cheery blue
eyes steadfastly returned' my gaze, as
though he would make me know that he
spoke the truth—that matters were not
worse then he represented them as be-
mg.
“Has the pump been worked?" I in-
quired.
He lifted his finger as I asked the
question, and I could hear the beat of
the pump throbbing through the dull
roar of the wind, as though a man had
seized the brake of it in response to my
inquiry.
“ Was any one hurt by the sea as you
rounded to?” ,
“ Bobby was washed aft, sir, but he’s
all right ag’in."
I plied him with further questions,
mainly concerning the prospects of the
weather, our chances, the drift of the
yacht, that I might know into what part
of the Channel we were being blown,
and how long it would occupy to storm
us at this rate into the open Atlantic;
and then, asking him to watch by Grace
for a few minutes, I dropped on my
knees and crawled to my cabin, where I
somehow contrived to scramble into my
boots, coat, and cap. I then made for
the companion-steps, still on my knees,
and clawed my way up the hatch till I
was a head and shoulders above it, and
there I stood looking. ' \
It was blowing hard indeed,’yet from
the weight of the seas and the motions of
the Spitfire I could have supposed the
gale severer than it was. I returned to
the cabin; and Caudel, after putting on
his oilskins went on deck, leaving the
companion-cover a little way open in.
case I should desire to quit the cabin.
[ To be continued]
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g Tricky Emphasis.
A woman had twin sons so closely
alike in looks and voice that often,
when she was not paying particular
.attention, she herself was liable to
mistake one for the other. -
One day, after the twins had been
playing several hours out of doors to-
gether, one of them, whose name
might have been Jacob, came into
the house and said :,
“Mother, I’m hungry; I want a.
piece' of pie.” Without noticing
which it was she gave him the pie,
which he immediately took around
the corner of this house and ate; then,
returning, he said in an aggrieved
tone:
“Mother, I want a pi8co of pie !”
All went well until poor Esau came
in, a few minutes afterwards, only
to discover how both he and his
mother had been cheated.-—Youth’s
Companion.
In the Felt Goods Line.
A long, loosely incorporated indi-
vidual walked into one of our city
clothing houses the other day and
addressed the gentleman in charge,-
Who, by , way of description, wears
a very thin suit of hair next the cell-
ing, and said to him, “ Do you keep
all kindsof felt goods?” “Yes, sir,”
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sir, everything in that'line known to
the trade.” “Well, then,” said the
ink man, “I would like to buy along
felt want.” And then silence reigned
that could almost be felt as the leak
man disappeared—Crookste" ’Minn.)
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~ SPRING AND SUMMER SUITINGS,
TROUSERINGS AND vnsrmes.
vaer shown in Norwalk. which I will 'make
up in style and price to suit everybody.
E. susowszz,
tumor Wall and Water Sis, Norwall
. P .w. BATES, _.
Steam - Stone - Polishin
ALL. KINDS OF
' Monmouth Boiling Work
‘42" noon STREET. IonILI. .
Onnnns Fromm Exzomn. 'mao
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