Juniata sentinel. [volume] (Mifflintown, Pa.) 1846-1873, 1871-01-04

y MY poor friend !" he said. Must
: say again your not friendlcss while live
My father has influence enough to obtail
for you government appointment. Thi
tangle may straishten itself out some day
But if it don't You are resoiute enough
to make your own happiness" g ,y
lie grasped Lowderss V hand and look
ed with warm bright eyes, fall of sympa
thy. into Lowder's lowering face. =
There had been temporary lull il
the storm. But as the two stood there
the tempest revived and swept over the
wild sea in naddened rage.
There was no time for talking now
The wind rose so high that words would
scarcely have been distinguished. The
storm that had gone before had been but
play to this awful outburst The yes
sci drove on, creaking and grooming, a
mere cookie shell on the pillows.
Mother of Mercies. walled the cap.
tain. "lt is all up with US signores =
| can't make out the Cape in this dark
ness. We shall go on the rocks. St
Anthony save US J.
The seaman echoed his cries.
The two young Englishmen. compre-
hending their peril, cla-ped hanGs in ST.
lcnce '- .t--
| For the next few minutes it seemed
that Pandemonium reigned. 4-g-
Then q noise like the report of can
non suddenly boomed through the storm
and the darkness. The little vesselshiv-
cred, staggered, and careened upon her
size. . f
She had struck upon rock
A moment later crew and passengers
were struggling in the waters.
/ A few moments Of buffrtings AMI toss
ings, of vain struggles and agonized, in
voluntary prayer, and then Jasper Low
der felt his senses slip from him, and be-
came unconcious. IT
When he came to himself, he was ly-
ing upon rocky beach of the Sicilian
shore. sore, bruised, and weak as child.
lie opened his eyes. The wind had
spent its fury, and now moaned along
the coast with a desolate, despairing
wall. The waves beat against the rocks
Lowder struggled to his elbow.
'.If he is not dead, he soon will be-"
he mutteie ed "Ilis brain has received
an awful injury. He will never know
who he is again. He won't live till
morning, and he Is perhaps dead already.
He must be dead !" -.--
Again it seemed TO him as though
some demon echoed his words.
The match dropped from his fingers
into the water For little while he
crouched on the wet stones in silence,
battling it may be with the better and
nobler instincts Of his nature,
Wrecked y he muttered. "I am cast
ashore, while the others are drownded
Oh, this is terrible | have lost my best
friend tonight -
He moaned and wrung his hands.
"lle is dead, who would have done so
much for me, and | so worthless am
saved All my hopes of an easy and
luxurious life must be resigned nowl'
At that moment he beheld dark object
at little distance in the water The
waves hurled this object against the pro-
jecting head of sudden rock. At the
same instance Lowder recognized it as the
body of man.
He crept toward it, ard the waters
dashed the body on the shore at his feet.
lie put his hands on the face How cold
and wet it was 1t felt like the face of
a dead man! Lowder's fingers came in
contact with the soft, siken mustache,
and be knew that the bod was that of
Guy Tressilian .
OF the five who had stood on the
sloop' deck half hour earlier, these two
alone were left. The captain and his
crew had found their deaths among the
cruel, yawniug waters. .-.-
Lowder thrust his hand under the waist
coat of his friend, but he could not pre-
ceive the beating of his heart. Despair
took possession of him.
Dead !" he said shrilly. Dead !!
And he would have done so much for me
if he had lived And his father and the
young girl was to have married will wait
in vain for his coming! His place at
Tressilian Court is empty. Who can fill
it" ... u 5.-.
1t seemed to him that some demon at
his side echoed the question UAo
coaM fill tie place LETT racant by noble
Guy TressIianP
A thought came to him-a thought SO
strange and sinister that he shivered in
voluntarily. Again he felt of Fressilian's
heart. 1t gave no throb against his hand.
Tie passed his hand over Tressilian's bead
and discovered gaping wound in the
skull The hair was clotted with blood
Putting his hand Into his breast pock-
ct, Lowder drew out his little water
proof match h-safe. He opened it with
trembling fingers and struck light -
The red flicker danced ON young Tres
silian's face. sii -.r. r-E