The workingman's advocate. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1864-1877, 1868-02-01

1 WhMten Iur the ADYvcAfAs
THE WRECKER's DAUGHTER.
BF MRs. u. L. RAYHA.
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"And are you indeed 90 rich, papa ? But
Clement is an American now, and Americana
no not value titles. He serves his adopted
countrl, too, and is an officer in the regular
army. You should see him papa, and !
know you viii think him worthy Of your
Beatrice, whom your great love creates into
an angel"
"Not this time" said Pierre, "when |
come again l shall stay, if you are not
ashamed Of this red face and shaggy hair. I"
"Dear face pweet hair :" cried the happy
girl, a. she kissed both, and she did indeed
look like an angel, as her sweet face and
golden hair bent over bin covering him with
. halo, a. the glow Of sunlight. 1t was the
face and head OF a St. Cecilia.
81 shall come again !" her father continued,
swhen have made one venture more, and
then shall stay with you until this hand.
some, noble lover, shows a better claim.
Shall bring my darling anything from that
rsn5iing old home ?''
~Oh, yes, papa, everything that was ma
chers mammals. oh, tell me about her:
know sDe was beautiful, but was she hap
Pr
Pierre frowned. "Some other time, Bes-
trice, will tell you. She sorrowed for her
native land, but you would have made her
forget that, only you cost her her life, little
one %
"Poor Mantle see her in dreams some
times, and she always looks go sad, and yet
bow could sne be unha ppy IL you loved her,
papa ?"
81 will tell you all sometime, Beatrice.
Nov, good bye. my precious one" and Pierre
Soule hurried away that she might not see
the tears that parting cost him.
lt took him a long time TO make that ven-
ture. No richly freighted vessel drifted into
Deadman's Breakers to enrich the watching
wreckefs. Pierre Soule grew tired Of wait
ing, and at last went 70 work and pack ed M
the bits Of furniture from foreign parts that
Beatrice bad fAncied, and almost made up
his mind that he would not make another
venture. He had plenty Of his ill-gotten
wealth-be knew-though be tried TO think
otherwise-tbat the blood Of many human
being would be required at his hands; h.
said TO himself that they must perish upon
those fatal breakers, even though no beacon
light urged them On, and sometimes he had
revived those who were washed ashore, and
gwen them back to life, bot conscience told
him that long ago the unholy love Of gain
had crushed out every human feeling, save
love for bis child. and it turned bis coward
y :houshis hssk &c G!e!ilaae G!ee!il.a the cures ill.,
fated daughter. Yesl Pierre Souls was q
| coward when he listened to conscience.
But nov he was about to leave his nefa-
-Sious traffic, and be promised himself.ss do
many good deeds with the moDey-build up
homee for widows and orphans, and help
misfortune everywhere, and so work out the
curse that clung to him. He wanted hat
one more rich haul and then he would leave
his band to elect another captain.
So it happened ON this dark, fearful night
on which our story opened, that great ship
rode straight in among the breakers in obe-
dience 70 the signal light, and soon the deep
boom OF the distress gun was heard, and the
wild cries Of the sailors rose above the tenn
pest, but no boat could live in such sea,
and only death, death, was before them.
The wreckers ran up and down the shore
waiting for the moment when the hapless
vessel should strike and her freight be among
the surging waves. They they would be
ready with graphing irons and boat hooks,
20 catch whatever comes within reach. Many
o bale OF valuable goods had thus been saved
to their greedy use, and tonight they anti
cipated rare profit, for the vessel was laden
with merchandise.
Pierre Soule walked up and down, direct
ing bis men be heard the minute guns, be
saw the forms that cluug together on the
deck of the doomed vessel; and once he saw
a slender female form with flushing hail, that
stretched out appealing arms. He shot bis
eyes TO the sight and his ears to the sound,
and bis heart to any sentiment OF human
pity, and shouted to bis men that the under
tow vas bripsing in a great bsle, and with
much exerticl they placed u upoa the beach
and searched for another. And the ship
thumped hesviiy upon the rocks with that
feaIfnl sound that 6Iis all hearts wist dread,
and soon there was one long revefSerating
lcrssh-the great waves rsftsd with hollow
4 moaning sound, and the doomed vessel aRd
Ill Of its helpless crew was gone
| A great shout went up from tia srsckerl
al except Pierre, Who never n - any de-
monstration. It was Q fearf oily gnphi<
scene The wreckers In thea red shirtl
lgiaring In the bright Of the 1fes shsy had
kircsed, bearing heavy burdens 80 plaoss Of
safety, their cruel faces looking iik sasnons.
"A few In the back ground who wsrs MOI
i wreckers, stood sullen and ineft, brQthing
i The vengsxBce they were poWsriess 10 hul6i
ard now and tAea N arm, . heart, arwhite
Shapslsss body thrown fsr up On the beach
20 be setuFAed by ths NEXT wave, - ifin cru
4 el nocksry, sna The evident disoordsnt a0is'
lof he elsnsata I'll fsrnsd' piotars---a liv
ling picture Of tsryiblh reality.
1 Tnsy worked untl nearly Daylight, aat
|. had remoyed than. nearly III a athsk Fiel