f.‘ manner-,that was not at all wanting in ‘ r'resper-t, either. ,- was ceaseless. remained dark With heads, and the glim- ’ “At last, thank Heaven l” ..‘, ' Barclay, that I as master of this yacht , sticks to her?” . worlds must Miss Bellassys pass another , and swiftly down over the side; Watch~ man." I remarkedjfifew, .bogllgfilrggpq’; ahawled heads forwpgdfiggdtiggj I “,1 swell-dressed women" hothoi'w so. 'il WEEKLY - NORWALK - GAZETTE. ' A MARRIAGE AT SEA. W. CLARK RUSSELL. ELL. CHAPTER VI. ‘There was nothing to do but to wait. Some little trifle of property I had below in the cabin, but nothing that I cared to burden myself with at such a time. All the money I had brought with me, bank- ‘notes and some gold, was in the pocket- book I carried. As for my sweetheart’s wardrobe, what she had with he“, as you know. she wore, so that she would be leaving nothing behind her. It was some half-hour or so after our coming on deck that Caudel, quitting the pump, at which he‘ had been taking a spell, approached me, and said,—— ' “ You’ll understand of course, Mr. “What i” cried I, “ to be drowned?” “I sticks to her, sir,” he repeated, with the emphasis of irritability in his “ I dorn’t mean to say if it should come on to blow another gale afore that there craft,” indicating the ship, “receives ye that I wouldn’t go too. But the weather’s a-moderating; it’ll lee. turning fine afore long, and I’m a-going to sail the Spitfire home.” Grace looked at me; I understood the. meaning her eyes conveyed, and c:-:clai:ned, ” The men will do as they please. They are I'Ilucky fellows, and if they carry the yacht home she shall be sold and what she fetches divided among them. But I have had enough of her,—and more than enough of yachting. I must see you, my pet, safe on board some ship that does not leak.” “ I could not live through another night on the Spitfire,” she exclaimed. “No, miss, no,” rumbled Caudel. soothingly; “ nor would it be right and proper that you should be asked to live through it. They’ll be sending for ye presently. ” “ Where is she bound to, I wonder?" I said. viewing the tall, noble vessel with a yearning to be aboard her with Grace at my side. “ To .‘untralia, I allow,” answered .~ ‘ " Them passengers ye sees and along the bulwark rail ain’t of the sort that goes to Chiney or the Hiuiies.” it: "‘ We can‘t go to Australia, Herbert,” Y5tl§l§i€rlfilii3, surveying me with startled de'.‘.rGrac~'e, there are plenty of betwixt this Channel and Australia ——plenty Iard LIL—rolling home and 'W‘iliil’:;._: to land us for a few sovereigns, voui‘. their stecrman only shift their hell :1 an}. approach within hail.” ships 33;1t,i?.Ic:‘-.;a:ii there might be truth in ‘0th for might I knew. it was a thing . . f " shah to mean. ship, having canvas upon her, set- -otfly'upon our bow at a safe dis- .Ll\f“, but our drift was verynearly hers, azi‘ilig‘,‘ those weary hours of wait- ..., :hesea to abate the two crafts fildib' held the relative positions they had occupied at the outset. The inter- est we excite in the people aboard her The line of her bulwarks mer of the white faces gave an odd pulsing look to the whole length of them as the heave of the ship alternated the stormy light. On a sudden, much about the hour of noon, there came a lull; the wind prop- ped as if by magic; here and there over the wide green surface of the ocean the :i'oam glanced, but in the main the bil- lows ceased to break and charged in a troubled but fast moderating swell. The two vessels had widened their dis- tance, yet the note of the hall, if dull, was‘ perfectly distinct : “ Yacht ahoy‘i We’re going to send a boat.” “ Here they come, Grace !" cried I. “ Oh, Herbert, I shall never be able to enter her?” she exclaimed, shrinking to my side. But I knew better, and answered with acaress only. The cars rose and fell, the boat showed and vanished, showed and vanished again, as she came buzzing to the yacht, to the impulse of the powerfully-swept blades. Cledel stood by vnth some coils of line in his hand; the end was flung, caught, and in a tries the boat was alongside, and a,sunburnt, reddish- haired man in a suit of serge, and with a naval. peak to his cap, tumbled with the dexterity of a monkey over the yacht’s rail. . He looked round him an instant, and then, straight up to Grace and me, tak- ing the heaving and slanting deck as easily as though it had been the floor of a ball-room. “ I am the second mate of the Carthus— ian,” said he, touching his cap with an expression of astonishment and admir- ation in his eyes as he looked at Grace. “ Are all your people ready to leave, sir? Captain Parsons is anxious that there should be no delay." “ The lady and I are perfectly ready," said I, “ but my men have made up their minds to stick to the yacht, with the , hope 05 carrying her home.” He looked around to Crudel, Who stood near. “ We had thought your case a hopeless one, sir.” ' “ So it is," I answered. “ Are you wise in your resolution, my man?” he exclaimed, turning to Caudel again. “Ay, sir," answered Caudel, doggedly. as though anticipating an argument. “Who’s a—going to leave suchadandy craft as this to founder for the want of keeping a pump going for a day or two ?” “The yacht is in no fit state for the young lady, anyway,” said the second mate. “Now, sir, and you, madam, if you are ready.” And he put his head over the side to look at his boat. I helped Grace to stand, and whilst I supported her I extended my hand to Caudel. “God bless you and send you safe home i” said I. “ Your pluck and. deter- mination make me feel'but half a man.‘ But my mind is resolved too. Not for hour in this craft.” - He shook me cordially by the hand, and respectfully bade Grace farewell.. The others of my crew approached, leav- ing one pumping, and among the strong ”fellows on deck and in the boat—sinewy arms to raise and'muscular fists to re- ceive her—Grace, white and shrinking " and exclaiming, was handed dexterously ing my chance, I sprang, and’plurnped heavily but safely into the boat. The second mate then followed. and we shoved ofi. _- , g ‘ There were some seventy Or eighty people watching us as we draw along« side, all staring over. the 'rail,jand. -froln-_ the forecastle, and from the poop,‘as one: them iookmg sea-sick,1‘t'nougnt', as they overhung the side. . Aline was thrown from the ship, and the boat hauled under the guard-arm whip. where she lay rising and falling, carefully fended off from the vessels iron side by a couple of men in her. “Now, then, bear a hand i" shouted a voice from the poop. “Get your gang- way unshipped, and stand by to hoist away hansomely.” . A minute later a large chair with arms dangled over our heads, and was caught by the fellows in the boat. “ Now, madam,” said the second mate, “will you please seat yourself in that chair?” \ Grace was very white, but she saw that it must be done, and with set lips and in silencewas helped by the sailors to seat herself. I adored her then for her spirit, for I confess that I had dreaded she would hang back, shriek out, cling to me, and complicate and delay the miserable business by her terrors. She was se- curely fastened into the chair, and the second mate paused for the chance. “ Hoist away i” he yelled, and up went my darling, uttering one little scream only as she soared. “ Lower away!” and by the line that was attached to the chair she was dragged through the gangway, where I lost sight of her. It was now my turn. The chair de- scended, and I seated myself, not with- out several yearning glances at the slop- ing side of the ship, which, however, only satisfied me that there was no other method by which I might enter the vcs- sel than the chair, active as I was. “ Hoist away i” was shouted, and up I went, and I shall not readily forget the sensation. My brains seemed to sink into my boots as I mounted. For some breathless moments I dangled between heaven and ocean, and presently I was out of the chair at Grace’s side stared at by some eighty or a hundred emi- grants, who had left the bulwarks to congregate on the main-deck. “ Will you step this way?" exclaimed a voice overhead. On looking up, Ifound that we were addressed by a short, somewhat thick- set man, who stood at the rail that pro- tected the forward extremity of the poop-deck. This was the person who had talked to us through the speaking- trumpet, and I at once guessed him to be the captain. I took Grace by the hand, and conducted her up a short flight of steps and approached the captain, rais- ing my hat as I did so, and receiving from him a sea-flourish of the tall hat he wore. “Is that your yacht, young gentle- man?” said he, bringing his eyes from Grace to me, at whom he had to stare up as at his mast-head, so considerably did I tower over the little man. “ Yes,” said I; “ she is the Spit-fire,— bclongs to Southampton. I am very much obliged to you for receiving this lady and me.” “ Not at all,” said he looking hard at Grace. “ Your wife, sir?” “No,” said I, greatly embarrassed by the question and by the gaze of the ten or dozen passengers who hung near, eying us intently and whispering, yet for the most part with no lack of sympathy and good nature intheir countenances. I saw Grace quickly bite upon her under lip, but without coloring or any other sign of confusion than a slight turn of her head, as though she viewed the yacht. “But what have you done with the rest of your people, young gentleman?" inquired the captain, “My name is Barclay,——Mr. Herbert Barclay; the name of the young lady to whom I am engaged to be married." said I, significantly, sending a look along the faces of the listeners, “is Miss Grace Bellassys, whose aunt, Lady Amelia Roscoe, you may probably have heard of.” “ With regard to my crew—” I con- tinued, and told the captain they had made up their minds to carry the vessel home. “ Miss Bellassys looks very tired,” ex— claimed a middle-aged lady with gray hair, speaking with a gentle, concerned smile engaging with its air of sympathet- ic apology. “If she will allow me to conduct her to mycabin ” “By all means, Mrs. Barstow,’ cried the captain. “If she has been knocking about in that bit of a craft there through- out the gale that’s been blowing, all I can'say is, she'll have seen more tumb- ling and weather in forty-eight hours than you’ll have any idea of though I was to keep you at sea for ten years in this ship." Mrs. Parstow with a motherly manner approached Grace, who bowed and thanked her, and together thev walked to the companion-hatch and disappeared. The captain asked me many questions, many of which I answered mechanically, for my thoughts were fixed upon the little yacht, and home,—and with them only, not with her. The captain inquired a little too curi- ously sometimes. So Miss Bellassys was engaged to be married to me, hey? Was she alone with me? No relative, no maid, nobody of her own sex in attend- ance, hey? To these questions the ladies listened with an odd expression in their faces. I particularly noticed one of them; she had sausage-shaped curls, lips so thin that when they were closed they formeda fine line as though pro- duced by the single sweep of a camel’s- hair brush under her nose; one pupil was considerably larger than the other. , wnich gave her a very staring knowmg look on one side of her face; but there was nothing in my responses to appeasi, ners or the captain’s or the other! thirst for information. min Parsons,” said I, for the secono mate had given me the skipper’s name, “of our promptly falling in with some- thing homeward bound’ that will land Miss Bellassys and me?” “ I’ll signal when I have a chance,” he answered, looking round the sea and then up aloft. “ How far are we from Penzance, cap- tain?" I inquired. “Why,” he answered, hundred and fifty miles.” “If that be so, then," I cried, “our drift must have been that of a balloon.” “Will these poor creatures ever be able to reach the English coast in that broken boat?” exclaimed one of the ladies, indicating the Spitfire, that now laly dwarfed right over the stern of the 5 1p. ' “ If they are ’longshoremen—and yet I “all of a handle a craft of that sort when a blue- Water sailor would be all-abroad. Have you lunched, Mr. Barclay?" “No, captain, I have not; neither can I say I have breakfasted.” . “Oh, confound it, man, you should have said so before. Step this way, sir, step this way.” . At this mement a door close beside which I was standing opened, and Grace came out, followed by the kind lady Mrs. Barstow. - _' “This ’,is better than the Spitfire, Gracefsfidl. ' ‘ ‘ ‘ crowd of heads belonged to men-emi- ts. shabby .ond gimme-most V’J' EL . .~’ 4... at zooland." tolls methat the ship is going, to New ”.me n .' . x . .w- , ..!‘r? “ There can be no doubt, I hope, Car; don’t know,” replied the captain, with a short laugh; “ a boatman will easily J_ -:.:~1‘\r*0h._’kreee Heibérit‘35138e0fi .ansveréer aindlnsxagemfin zefahemfinederk sexes: "liver "the "salobnf; “"But ‘ Mrs: "'Barstow “Sb she Is; so she is," cried" Captain Parsons, bursting into a laugh; “and, if you chose, Mr. Barclay and you shall ac- company us.” She looked at him with a frightened girlish air. - “Oh, no, Miss Bellassys, said Mrs. Barstow. “ Captain Parsons will see that you get safely home; and I wish that we could count upon arriving at Ottaga as speedily as you will reach England.” Just then a man in a camlet jacket entered the saloon. He was the head steward, and Captain Parsons immedi- ately called to him : “ Jenkins, here. This lady and gentle- man have not breakfasted; they have been shipwrecked, and wish to lunch. You understand? And draw the cork of a quart bottle of champagne—There is no better sea-physio, Miss Bellassys.” Our lunch consisted of cold fowl and ham and champagne,-—good enough meat and drink, one should say, for the sea, and almost good enough, one might add, for a pair of love-sick doves, “How is your appetite, my darling?" said I. , ‘ ‘ . “ I think I can eat a little of that cold chicken." “This is very handsome treatment, Grace. Upon my word, if the captain preserves this sort of behavior I do not believe we shall be in a very great hurry to quit his ship.” “ Is not she a noble vessel ?” exclaimed Grace, rolling her eyes over the saloon. “After the poor little Spitfire’s cabin! And how different is this motion ! It soothes me, after the horrid tumbling of the last two days.” “ This is a very extraordinary adven- ture,” said I, eating and drinking with a relish and an appetite not a litle height- vned by observing that Grace was mak- ing a very good meal. “ It may not end so soon as we hope, either. But no matter, my own. We are together, and that is everything." She took a sip of the champagne that the steward had filled her glass with, and said, in a musing voice, “ What will the people in this ship think of me?” “ What they may think need not trouble us.” said I. “I told Captain Parsons that We were engaged to be married. Is there anything very extra- ordinary in a young fellow taking the girl he is engaged to out for a sail in his yacht, and being blown away and nearly wrecked by a heavy gale of wind?” “ No, but they will know better,” she exclaimed, with a pout. “Well, I forgot, it is true that I told the captain we sailed from Boulogne. But how is he to know your people don’t live there?” . “ It will soon be whispered about that I have eloped with you, Herbert,” she exclaimed. “Who’s to know the truth if it isn’t divulged, my pet?” said I. “ But it is divulged,” she answered. I stared at her. She eyed me wistfully as she continued, “I told Mrs. Barstow _ the story. I am not ashamed of my con- duct, and I ought not to feel ashamed of the truth being known.” There was logic and heroism. in this closing sentence, though it did not strictly correspond with the expression she had just now let fall as to what the people would think. I surveyed her silently and after a little exclaimed.— “ You are in the right. Let the truth be known. A I shall give the skipper the whole yarn, that there may he no ms ::_2« derstanding; for, after all, we may have to stick to this ship for some. days, 3.11.1 it would be very unpleasant to find our- selves misjudged.” [ To be continued] Successful Mechanics. In this country there is practically no end to the number of men who found a trade the most valuable of all helps on the road to fame and for- tune, says the Ladies’ Home Journal. There is Thomas A. Edison, the greatest genius of our day. ' Learning telegraph); was the first thing that led him into intimacy with electricity; which has ended with him becoming its master; Andrew Carnegie was a telegrapher; Charles Pratt, who did more to help young men to acquire trades than any man whom I can mention, started in life as a machinist; Judge Daniels, of the Supreme Court of the State of New York, was a shoe- maker; Wiiliam R. Grace, who was Mayor of New York, and who is worth some $20,000,000, was a butcher; the late George Jones, who, as editor of the New York Times, was one of the most powerful men of his day, was a printer’s “devil” in the same office with Horace Greeley, when both were boys; Jay Gould, the great financier, was firstatanner and then a surveyor. Rev. John R. Dix, D. D., who preaches to the wealthiest congrega- tion in the world, began life as a car- penter; Philip Armour, the Chicago millionaire, wasa moulder; the late John Kelly, the famous politician, wasa grate seller; John D. Rocke- feller, now worth $125,000,000, wasa mechanic in iron; Rev. Robert Coi- lyer, D. D., was a blacksmith; Jesse Seiigman, the eminent banker and philanthropist, laid the foun- dation of his for-tune by study- ing in the very poor night trade schools that existed when he was young; United States Senator Hill, of New York, was a printer; the late. Henry W. Grady, the greatest orator the South has given us since the days . of Calhoun, was alSo a printer. And so it goes. I could give scores of other names of men who were me- chanics or were skilled in the trades, and became great after serving iaitli- fully at their various tasks. ‘ Justice in Russia. A characteristic case of wisdom from the bench is quoted in the metropoli- tan press, as an illustration of rural manners in the interior. of Russia. In Kiev, two peasants stole from‘a widow three chickens, which they killed, roasted and ate at a wedding feast. In her suit to recover damages the court rendered the following de- cision: “Whereas, the stealing, kill- ing, roasting and consuming of chick- ens when a wedding is celebrated are customs practiced in the whole dis- trict and sanctioned by tradition, the plaintiff is not entitled to the pay she claims for her stolen property. But in order to discourage the people in general from following such folllsh customs, the court orders that thirty rods be ‘inflicted on each of the de- fondants.”—N. Y. Sun. .5 kirk anion.- . .“What happens,1-John y. if you spare the rod??- -'aaked’i:he other. who? 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Sarsaparilla pos- NO ather sesses the Com- bination, Proportion and Process Pecul- iar to Hood’s Sarsaparilla, and which makes Hood’s Sarsaparilla in curative effect Peculiar to Itself. Sarsaparilla com- NO Otherbines economy and strength as does Hood’s Sarsapa- rilla. it is the only preparation of which can truly be said, 100 Doses $1. N 0 ch e r Sarsaparilia has effected such re- markable cures as Hood’s Sarsaparilla, of Scrofula, Salt Rheum, blood poison- ing and all other blood diseases. mg @th 8? Sarsaparilla has equalled Hood‘s Sarsapariila in the relief it gives in the severest cases of Dyspepsia, Indigestion, Sick Headache, Biliousness, Heart~ bu; n, and other stomach disorders. Sarsaparilla over- lfig O ch e 3" comes That Tired Feeling, Restores the Appetite, and “Makes the Weak Strong,” like Mecca’s Sarsaparilla N. B. If you decide to take Hood’s Co not ‘c induced to take any other. 32:35i’3 Pills cure Biliousness Sarsaparilla has i ,. a. _the merit to se- . thtle Johnny Tells a. Story. One time there was a. young gote wich felt butty, and there was a ole ram wich lay in the road, half a sleep, a chune his cud. The gote he had been shot up in a paster 01 his life, an had never saw a ram, an be sed to his sister, the gote did, “You jest stan still an see me whips that freek off . the face of the eith.” " So the gote he went up before the ram an’ stompt his feets an’ shake his head real friteful, but the ram he diden’t git up, but only jes 'kep a chune his cud and wotched out be- tween his 1 lashes. Bime by the gote he backed of and tuke a run, an’ then arose up in the air an’ come down with his bed on the ram’s hed, week: The gote’s bed was busted, but the ole ram never wank his eye. Then the ole ram he smiled with his mowth, an’ sed to the buttegote’s sister, “ Pears to me, miss, that kangaroo of yourn is mity careless where he lites, he come gum dasted near makin’ me swoller my cud.”—San Francisco Ex- aminer. - The Horseshoe Superstition. The horseshoe superstition still' sticks, and junk dealers find it profitable to keep horseshoes in stock for sale to dwellers in the tene- ment-house region, where a horse- ' shoe over the door is still not uncom- mon. If all the money drawers of small shops could be rummaged, enough horseshoes could be found to supply half the equines in town. The superstition is that the shop will do a good business so long as the presence of the horseshoe is known only to the shopkeeper. On a recent rainy afternoon a neatly dressed girl daintily picked her way across Fifth avenue at Twentyaeighth street sud- denly stopped, stopped, picked up a wet and dirty horseshoe,tuckedit away under her waterproof, and went on in smiling anticipation of good luck—N. _ Y. Sun. Trying to Make up for Lost Time. “If I ain’t a good boy,” said the er- ring youth to his father, “it’s your own fault. You haven’t brought me upright. ‘Just as the twig is bent the tree is inclined.’ ” “To some extent, my son,” replied the father refiectively, “you are right. You have not been bent sufficiently, but it is not entirely too late, even now.” - And he bent him across his knee in. the good old way, and inc-lined his right hand unto him powerfully sev- eral times, in about the same style as of old—Chicago Tribune. George All Right. , Anxious Mother—My dear, I’m afraid George is getting into bad company. He is out very late nearly every night. Observing Father—40h, he’s all right. He goes to see some girl or other. Shouldn’t wonder if he’d an- nounce an engagement soon. “He hasn’t said a word about any young lady.” “No; but he’s keeping company with one all the same. His right wrist is full of pin scratches.”—Good News. , - ’ Jeffersonm Old Home. , Jefferson’s old home, Monticello, is an ifiteresting place of pilgrimage. It stands 'on the summit ofa beautiful mountain nearL Charlottesviue and commands an. unsurpassed. view ‘of‘ the surrounding country.::-- On" a‘ clear -, “I? “.115. 01‘ fill“!!! 9.3m 9011:939361’9 ~ . fiktimilei'smmlsen‘ be seem. girlie; #3391011.15:6!¢93l¢94§¥9135§31m5391 " 'h .. .yézfi:iiifni;should,bo,prosonte s SILVERWARE GIVEN, AWAY requested ,tofirn‘ako -'1mmediate'bpayment_ to ooooooocoooooocoooooc conga Easter Opening! Misses St. John, ABE traxrxc A rrxn DISPLAY or SPRING~MILLINERY! INCLUDING - Trimmed and Untrimmed Bonnets, Hats iii TIIIIII, MILLINERY THIMMINGS, ETC. Wednesday and Thursday, April i3and l4. ALL ARE INVITED TO CALL. 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