Daily Kennebec journal., 1874-04-10

lessened, that sail, looking red now be.
fore the angry sun, was all the captain Oh
the pilot-cutter cared to show even now 10
its tender mercies. 1t had been work OF
danger to get near the wreck at all, hang,
lug as she did in o nest OF rocks; ana
there was look of relief on more than
Que hardy, suuburnt face. when the order
was given to tack and bout ship again
Suddenly the captain caught up his spy
glass. which was lying beside him, and al
ter hasty glance through it, roared to
the men to ''hold all hard"
There's summat living arter all" he
said, pointing to ridge OF low, outlying
rock. where some object was plainly dis
cernible even BY the naked eye. There
JUS. above the line o high water Can't
none O ye see ,"
"A man down on all-four! cried one Of
the crew. 'Lools. he's moved a bit high
er, Poor fellow. he must be 4 rare
plucked un surely to ha' KEEP life in him
so long"
Lower the boat, said the captain
sharply. Now my lads, ready all. jim"
(to an old pilot. ''give us coil o. that
line. We mayn't be able to get over-near
him; ''an' | say, one of you lubbers,
chuck a bottle o. rum inter the stern-shcets
quick p
they are brave, kindly men. those
Welsh pilots; have owed my life to
them. and know; but | am afraid they
thought their courage and kindness wasted
when they found the object of it was-on-
ly dog! They hauled him into the boat
none the less, almost too much spent.
poor fellow. to second their efforts; and
then, while he was trying very feebly to
lick the hands that had saved him; his
beautiful eyes full of dogs gratitude. they
saw he had a tin flask tied to his collar.
The captain opened it. ITO Miss Faith
Morgan. Amlwch," he said reading some
thing within; and then. not being a per-
son of refined delcacy, he took the paper
ont, and opened and read that. This was
what it said -
BOAT just left with the crew and Philip
Denbi.h. No room for me; but no wish
for it, Remember that. give mine on
board, with willing heart, to him You gave
it to ashore. God bless you, sweetheart.
Forgive my rude words as forgive your
falsehood. There's Savior more merci-
ful than we are, an to him pray to care
for you, an make YOU happy, a | would
ha' tried to, had he been willcd to let me-
They gave that paper. with the dog-a
beautiful black retrieyer--to Faith Morgan.
1t was all that ever came to port of the i'll
fated Pride of the West, the ramshackle
old barque. which had been hastily patched
up, and thought good enough for one last
voyage more. Boat and crew were never
heard of again. They must have perished
with their fine young owner in the vain at
tempt to reach land. that stormy night
and there was no tongue left to tell of
those bitter eight weeks when the "sweet-
spoken" gentleman strove, by every vul-
gar boast and innuendO, to torture the man
whom he considered his successful rival
the man who was no gentleman but who
had the grand old knightly feelings that
would have made him bear anything rath-
er than by word or retort, drag the name of
the woman he loved into an unseemly quar-
rel-the man whose answering discipline
and tireless energy had alone preserved
them even so long-the man who, when
the ship had struck, and the cowardlv
scoundrel who owned it. was cGnging in
frantic, helpless terror to his knees, when
the men were shouting for the captain to
join them and cast off. lifted in the miser-
able wretch first with his own strong arms :;
and then, seeing there was no room for
more, cut the rope that held the boat to
the SINKING snip, and stayed alone-to die :
And Faith? Faith is living still. | met
her yesterday. coming up the. high street
at Amlwch, with her married daughter,
each holding hand of Wee, toddling.
brown-eyed thing between them. \
bright, bonny old woman she is too, with
rs comely face as if the eyes had never
been washed in salt tears, the brow never
wrinkled under cloud of care.
81 must be goin' home to my old man.
She said, stopping at the corner kiss
grannie, sweetuns." and then turned Just
at the churchyard wall where stands a
rough stone cross. ITO the memory of
the captain and crew of the Pride of the
West"
kyle's prayer had been granted-per-
haps better by his death than if he had
lived to carry it out. As Faith says
''He was rare good man, but hard
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