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WEEKLY ANOBW'ALK; - GAZETTE.
' A MARRIAGE AT SEA.
w. CLARK RUSSELL.
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CHAPTER v.
The blessed daylight came at last. I
spied the weak wet gray of it in a corner
of the skylight that had been left uncov-
ered by the tarpaulin which was spread
over the glass. I looked closely at
Grace, and found her asleep. I could not
be sure at first, so motionless had she
been lying; but when I put my ear close
to her mouth the regularity of her res-
piration convinced me that she was
'slumbering. .
I ,stood up, and with great difficulty
clawed my way as before to the com-
panion-steps, and, opening the cover,
got into the hatch and stood looking at .
the picture of my yacht and the sea. .
,3-2~.-.Th‘ere was tic-one at the- helm; the
‘5 tillér'was lashed to leeward. The shock
Z‘Ilreceived on observing no one aft, find-
}‘ing the helm abandoned, as it seemed to
me, I’sliall 'never forget. The tiller Was
the first object I saw as I rose through
,- the hatch, and my instant belief was that
3.11.111 ‘my people had been swept over-
' board.
On looking forward, however, I
spied Cludel and the others of the men.
at work about the mast. , A mass of
cordage littered the deck; the head of
the mast showed in splinters, whilst the
spar itself looked withered, naked,
blasted, as though struck by lightning.
Thedecks were full of water, which was
flushed above the rail, where it was
infatantly swept away by the gale in a
smoke of crystals. A large space of the
builwarks on the port side, abreast of the
most, was smashed level with the deck.
Caudel on seeing me came scrambling
tothe companion. The salt of the flying
wet had dried in the hollows of his eyes,
and lay in a sort of white powder there,
insomuch that he was scarcely recogniz-
able. It was impossible to hear him
amidst that roaring commotion, and, I
descended the ladder by a step of two to
enable him to put his head into the
hatch. He tried to look cheerful, but
there was a curl in the set of his mouth
that neutralized the efforts of his eye.
He entered into 3. nautical explanation of
our condition, the terms of which I
forget.
But how is it with the hull, Caudel?”
I inquired. “Surely this wild tossing
must be straining the vessel frightfully.
Does she continue to take in water?"
“I must not deceive you, sir," he
answered ; “ she do. But a short’spell at
the pump sarves to chuck it all out ag’in,
and so there’s no call for your honor to
be uneasy.” ‘
He returned to the others, whilst I,
heart-sil‘ekened by the intelligence that
the Spitfire had sprung a leak—for that.
I felt, must be the plain English of
"av-:lel’s assurance—continued standing
few momenas longer in the hatch, look-
mg armlnd. Ugly wings of vapor, patches
and fragments of dirty-yellow scud, flew
fast, loose, and low under the near gray
wet stoop of the sky; they made the
only break in that firmament of storm.
Grace was awake, sitting upright, but
in a listless, lolling, helpless posture. I
was thankful, however, to find her
capable of the exertion even of sitting
erect. I crept to her side, and held her
to me to cherish and comfort me.
“Oh, this weary. weary motion !” she
cried, )ressing her hand upon her
temples.
“It cannot last much longer, my
darling,” I said : the gale is fast blow-
ing itself out, and then we shall have
blue skies and smooth water again.”
“Can we not land, Herbert?” she
asked feebly in my car, with her cheek
upcn my shoulder.
“ Would to God that were possible
wit lin the next five minutes ! ” I an-
swl red. '
"‘ Vhereabouts are we?”
" I cannottell exactly; but when this
W“ xher breaks we shall find the English
coast within easy reach.”
“Ch, (10 not let us wait until we get to
Mount’s —ay 2 " she cried.
“My pet, the nearest port will be our
port now, depend upon it.”
The day passed,— a day of” ceaseless
storm, and of such tossing as only a
smacksman who has fished in the North
Sea in winter could know anything
about. The spells at the pump grew
more frequent as the hours progressed,
and the wearisome beat of the plied brake
affected my imagination as though it had
been the tolling of a funeral bell. I
hardly required Caudel to tell me the
condition of the yacht when some time
between eight and nine o’clock that night
he put his head into the hatch and 1110-
tioned me to ascend.
“ It‘s my duty to tell ye, Mr. Barclay,
he exclaimed, whispering hoarsely into
my ear in the comparative shelter of the
companion-cover, that Grace might not
overhear him, “ that the leak’s a-gaining
upon us," .
Ihad guessed as much, yet this con-
firmation of my conjecture affected me
as violently as though I had had no pre-
vious suspicion of the state of the yacht,
I was thunder struck: I’felt the blood
forsake my cheeks, and for some mo-
ments could not find my voice.
" You do not mean to tell me, Caudel,
that the yacht is actually sinking?”
“No, sir. But the pump’ll have to be
kept continually going if she’s to remain
silos: . I’m afeered when the mast went
overt he side that a blow from it started
a but; , and the leak’sgrowing worse and
worst. . consequent of the working of the
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craft."
"Is it still thick? ”‘ .
“All mud, sir.”
“Why not fire the gun at intervals?”
said I, referring to the little brass can-
non that stood mounted upon the quar-
terdeck. ”
“I’m afeered—” He paused, with a
melancholy shake of his head. “ Of
course, Mr. Barclay,” he went on, “ if it’s
your wish, sir—but it’ll do no more, I
allow. than frighten the lady. ’Tis but
a pea-shooter, sir, and the gale’s like
thunder.” .
“We are in your hands, Caudel," said
I, with a feeling of despair'ice—cold at my
heart, as I reflected upon the size of our
little craft. her crippled and sinking con-
dition, our [distance from land, and I feit
the terrible weight and power of the’seas
which were tossing us, and as I thought
of my sweetheart. .
“Mr. Barclay,” he answered, “, if the
weather do but moderate I shall have no
fear. Our ca ,6 ain't hopeless yet by a
long way, sir. The water’s to be kept
under my continuous pumping, and
there are hands enough and to spare for
that :ob. We're not in the middle of the
Atlantic Ocean, but in the mouth of the
English Channel, with plenty of shipping
knocking about. But the weather's got
to moderate. Firing that there gun ’ud
only be. to terrify the young lady and do
no good. If a ship‘came' along,‘in0"boat,
could live in this sea???In'thlshero’blnck-If
ness‘ohe" couldn’t ’kfiflpillat wfipgpyfand,
out-mews roadside:‘riélrieiéhigm;
mileoif. No. sir‘, we've ’got'tb"?b [c ”to"
the pump and pray for daylight andflno
. ' weather." And,_hocing no moreto m
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to me, 01‘ a sudden emomOn cnecniug rua
utterance, he pulled his head out and
disappeared in the obscurity. .
Grace asked me what Caudel had been
talking about, and I answered, with the
utmost composure I could muster, that
he had come to tell me the yacht was
making a noble fight of it and that there.
was nothing to cause alarm. ‘I had not
the heart to respond otherwise; nor
could the bare truth as I understood it
have served any other end than to de-
prive her of her senses.
At one o’clock in the morning she fell
asleep, and I knelt by her sleeping form
and.prayed for mercy and protection.
It was much about this hour that Cau-
del’s face again showed in the hatch. I
crawled along the deck and up the steps
to him, and he immediately said to me,
in a voice that trembled with agitation-—
“ Mr. Barclay, good news, sir. The
gale's a-taking off.”
I clasped my hands, and could have
hugged the dripping figure of the man to
_my breast,
“Yes, sir,i”he continued, “the breeze
is slackening. There’s no mistake about
it.- The horizon’s opening; too.”-.
“ Heaven be praised ! And what of the
leak, Caudel?” .
“ ’Tain’t worse than it was, sir; though
it’s bad enough.” '
“ If the weather should moderate—"
“ Well, then, if the leak don’t gain we
may manage to carry her home. That’ll
have to be found out, sir. But, seeing
the yacht’s condition, I shall be for
transferring you and the lady to any-
thing inwards bound that may happen to
come along. Us men’ll take the yacht to
port, providing she’ll let us.” He
paused, and then said, “ There might be
no harm now, perhaps, in firing off that
there gun. If a smack’ud show herself
she’d be willing to stand by for the sake
of the salvage. We’ll also send up a few
rockets, sir. But how about the young
lady, Mr. Barclay?”
“ Everything must be done,” I replied,
“ that is likely to preserve our lives.”
There was some gunpowder aboard,
but where Caudel had stowed it Idid not
know. However, five minutes after he
had left me, and whilst I was sitting by
my sweetheart, who still slept, the gun
was discharged. Ten or twelve times
was this little cannon discharged at in-
tervals of five or ten minutes, and I
could hear the occasional rush of a
rocket like the sneeze of a giant sound-
ing through the stormy uproar.
From time to time I would creep up
into the companion, always in the hope
of finding the lights of a ship close to;
but nothing came of our rockets, whilst
I doubt if the little blast the quarter
deck pop gun delivered was audible half
a mile, away to windward. At dawn it
was blowing hard still, with an iron gray
freckled sea rolling hollow and con-
fusedly, and a near horizon thick with
mist. -
There was nothing in sight. The yacht
looked deplorable sodden and wrecked
as she pitched and wallowed in the cold
desolate, ashen atmosphere of that day—
break.
I called to Caudcl He approached me
slowly as a man might walk after a swim
that has nearly spent him.
“Here is another day, Caudel. What
is to be done? ”
“ What can be done, sir, ?” answered
the poor fellow, with the irritation of
exhaustion and of anxiety but little
removed from despair. “We must go
on pumping for our lives, and pray to
God that we may be picked up."
“ Why not get sail upon the yacht, put
her before the wind, and run for the
French coast? ”
"If you like, sir, ”he answered lan-
guidly; " but it is a long stretch to the
French coast, and if the wind should
shift ” He paused and looked though
as worry had weakened his mind a little
and rendered him incapable of decidiug
swiftly and for the best.
The boy Bobby was pumping, and I
took notice of the glassy clearance of
the water as it gushed out to strokes of
the little brake. The others of my small
crew were crouching under the lee of the
weather bulwark.
Before returning to Grace I looked at
our little boat,-—she was just a yacht’s
dinghy, and thought of the slender
chance of saving our lives the tiny ark
would provide for us with,—seven
souls in a boat fit to hold five, and then
only in smooth water 1
Grace was awake when I had gone on
deck at daybreak, though she had slept
for two or three hours very soundly,
never once moving when the cannon was
discharged, frequent as the report had
been. On my descending she begged me
to take her on deck.
I was about to make some answer,
when I heard aloud and, as it appeared
to me, a fearful cry on deck. Before
I could spring to my feet some one
heavily thumped the companion hatch,
flinging the sliding cover wide open an
instant after, and Caudel’s voice roared
down.—
“Mr. Barclay! Mr. Barclay! there’s a
big ship close aboard us ! She’s rounding
to. Come" on deck, for God’s sake, sir,
that we may larn your wishes. ”
Bidding Grace remain where she was,
I sprang to the companion steps, and
the first thingI saw on emerging was a
large full-rigged ship, with painted ports
under small canvass, and in the act of
rounding to, with her main topsail yard
slowly swinging aback.
Midway the height of our little mizzen
mast streamed the ensign, which Caudel
or another of the men had hoisted
the Union down; but our wrecked
mast and the fellow laboring at the
pump must have told our story to the
sight of that ship with an eloquence that
could gather but little emphasis
from the signal of distress streaming
like a square of flame half mast high at
our stern.
The ship, a noble structure, was,well
within hail, rolling somewhat heavily,
but with a majestical slow motion.
There was a little knot. of people on 'the
poop, and a man standing near them,
but. alone; as I watched him he took
what I gathered to be a speaking-trum-
pet from the hand of the seamen who
had run to him with it.
“ Now, Mr. Barclay,” crid Caudel, in a
a voice vibrating with excitement,
“there’s yours and the lady’s hoppor-
tunity, sir. But what’s your instruc-
tions? what’s your wishes, sir?” "
“My wishes? How can you ask? We
must leave the Spitfire. She is already
half drowned. She will sink when you
stop pumping." -
“Right, sir,” he exclaimed; and with-
out another word he posted himself at
the rail in a posture of attention, his
eyes upon the ship. .
She was apparently a vessel bound to
some Indian or Australian port, and
seemingly full of passengers, for, even
as I stood watching, the people in .twos
and threes 'arrived en the poop or got
upon the main-deck bulwark-rail to
view us. :When ver she hove her stern ‘
up, gay With what might have passed as
gilt, quarter badges, I couldread 'hcr
namewin‘i 3', ‘white. letterS.e-“ Carthuv
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if: $186111: ’Ghoy, it! new
f centimeters-”shooter:
ing-trumpet whichthe'man I
noticed lifted tohis lion '
more” thGGm '
had before
catamarans.
.“uauool” shouted Caudel in re-
sponse. ' . , '
“ What is wrong with you?" ‘ »
“Wessel’s makin’ water fast, as y
can see’," shrieked Caudel, pointing at
our wrecked and naked mast, “what
our state is. The owner and a lady's
aboard, and want to leave the. yacht.
Will you stand by till you can receive
’em, sir?" v.
The man with the speaking-trumpet
elevated his hand, in token that he
heard, and appeared to consult with an-
other figure that had drawn to his side.
He then tookalong look round at the
weather, and afterwards put the tube
again to his mouth. -
“ Yacht ahoy l"
“ Halloo l"
“ We will stand by youfi but we cannot
lauch a boat yet. Does the water gain
rapidly upon you ?”
“We can keep her afioat for some
hours, sir."
The man again elevated his hand, and
crossed to the weather side of his ship,
to signify, I presume, that there was
nothing more to be said. -
“In tw0'or three hours, sir, you and
the ladyill be safe aboard,” cried Caudel.
" The Wind’s failing fast, and by that
time the sea’ll be flat enough for one of
that craft’s fine boats.” ,
1 re-entered the cabin, and found
Grace standing, supporting herself at
the table. Her attitude was full of ex-
pectancy and fear.
“ What have they been crying out on
deck, Herbert?” she exclaimed.
“ There is a big ship close by us, darl-
ing,” I answered. “ The weather is fast
moderating, and by noon I hope to have
you safe on board of her.” '
“ On board Of her !” she cried. with her
eyes full of wonder and alarm. “ Do
you mean to leave the yacht?”
“ Yes. I have heart enough to tell you
the truth now; she has sprung a leak
and is taking in water rapidly, and we
must abandon her.”
She dropped upon the locker with her
hands clasped.
“ Do you tell me she is sinking?"
“ We must abandon her,” I cried.
“Put on your hat and jacket, my darl-
ing. The deck is comparatively safe
now, and I wish the people on board the
ship to see you.”
She was so overwhelmed, however, by
the news that she appeared incapable of
motion. I procured her jacket and hat,
and presently helped her to put thbm
on, and then, grasping her firmly by the
waist, I supported her to the companion-
steps and carefully and with difficulty
got her on deck, making her sit under
the lee of the weather bulwark—where
she would be visible enough to the peo
.ple of the ship at every windward roll
of the yacht,—and crouched beside her
with my arm linked in hers.
[ To be continued]
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PEN PICTURE OF POPE LEO Xlll.
Interesting Facts About the Pontifl’ and
His Pralseworthy Characteristics.
Leo XIII. is of short stature; his
figure is slight, frail looking; his
features are angular. His brow is re-
markably high; his nose Roman; his
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poetry and classic art. The immortal
works of Dante are familiar to him;
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During the first year of his pontifl-l
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public audiences; lately, however, but
seldom. \Vhencver he grants such
audiences he conducts himself very
gravely and reservledly. He shows
himself in all the sovereign dignity
with which he is investcd.—-Leadvillc
Herald.
Binnarcla‘s Clever Cook.
Prince Bismarck’s old chef, who is
now head cook in a big Berlin restau-
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gave a surprising exhibition of his
masteryof the culinary art. He had
wagered $25 that he could kill, clean,
cook and serve a chicken, all in six
minutes. The wager was decided at
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the presence of a. big crowd. The
cook appeared at 9 o’clock on an im-
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agas cooking stove. He held a. live
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cooked. It lacke just a second of
the sixth minute when he stepped
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John Howard Payne, the author of
“Sweet Home,” was, when a young
man, deeply in love with Mary Har-
den, 3 Southern girl of grace and
beauty. The following incident con-
cerning the two serves to show that
even poet-s may sometimes present
themselves in prosaic phases. One
morning, while Payne was staying
in the town where the young lady
lived, he entered her house with a
pale and dismal face.
“Miss Mary,” he asked, pathetic-
ally, “do you know what gruel is?”
“ Indeed I do,” she answered, “Why,
what is the matter?” ,
“Oh, those horrid biscuits at the
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“Oh, Miss Mary,” exclaimed that
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“Rob,” said Mr. Payne, “is there
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| from?”
“Bless you, sir,” replied Rob,
“there’s bushels?” '
“Then bring me another bowl!”—
New England Magazine.
Murphy “for: the Bet.
Of Mr. Murphy, one of the counsel
for the Times in the Parnell Commis-
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in the company of some younger men
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however, for Mr. Murphy cliose as the
scene of the race a certain narrow
passage in the Law Courts, where his
competitor could not get past hint—v ‘
Saturday Review. .
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1‘ ALL CASH PURCHASERS.
PLYMOUTH ROCK ICE.
. TORES AND FAMILIES SUPPLlEfl)‘ at
LOWEST Runs
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NATHANIEL K. FERRIS.
Musical Director and Choir Master,
Grace Church.
TEACHER on
Piano, Organ, Harmony and Singing.
Classes formed to learn the art of singing at
sight taught at reasonable rates. . _ .
Adult beginners for vocal instruction will
save their vows, also t1me and money by being
EIroperly started With the OLD ITALIAN
Ernon, the only true one.
Residence. 30 “fest Avenue.
o. O’BRIEN,
West Slllll UllSllllll Tailor.
Having made arrangements with onefof the
Largest Cloth Houses in New York to supply
me.w1th all kinds of goods at a few hours’
notice and at the Lowest Prices. I have over
ghree hundred samples, which I Will make up
in the Latest Styles at about two-thirds the
nsualprices charged. I guarantee to we sat-
sfactlon as I do my own cutting an fitting
and have no, guess work. Ikeep the Latest
Fashion Plates and draft accordingly.
Repairing, Binding, Cleaning, Pressing,
Etc., done at about half-price, Give me a
call and be convinced. 15161
O. O’BRJSEN
31 BELDEN AVENUE.
H. E. BATES. F. S. BRIDGES
BATES & BRIDGES,
SUCCESSOBS 'ro
BRIDGES & Burs;
VETERINARY -:- SURGE UN
OFFICE at DANN‘s STABLE. RIVER SrnEE'r.
REsmENcE,‘7 Isucs STREET. .
Telephone. 56-3. 1y4
E. GUSOWSKI,
Merchant ~ Tailor.
I have just received the Finest and
and Largest Selection of
SPRING AND SUMMER SUITINGS,
TROUSERINGS AND VESTINGS.
Ever shown in Norwalk, which I will 'make
up in style and price to suit everybody.
E . GUSO‘WSKI,
tuna Wall and Water sis, Norwall
P .w. BATES,
Steam - Stone '- Polishing-
-—AND—
ALL KINDS or 3"...“
Innate mutt '
The -' Latest Styles of.
Menu -- Cards,“
Dante Orders
Ball l‘TiCkcts,
RECEPTION CARDS,
Q
WINE - LISTS.- ‘
Show Hangers,
W edding
Invitations,
Business Cards,
Visiting cards '
~——AT THE-~—
Dai‘l ' GazElle
. Uflce.
Church} and.
Society work __
Norwalk Chronicler