The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1874-04-10

sea was breaking in unresisted fury-the !
steam of a vessel with the broken bowsprit
and foremast just visible amongst the foam
and spray. Greatly as the wind had lessen
ed that sail looking red now before the angry
sun was all the captain of the pilot-cutter
cared to show even now to it's tender mer-
cies. 1t had been a work of danger 10 get
near the wreck at all, hanging as she did in
nest of rocks; and there was look Of relief
on more than one hardy, sunburnt 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 after
a haSfy glance through il, roared to the men
to ''hold all hard"
There summat living arter all, " he said,
pointing to a ridge of low outlying rocks,
where some object was plainly discernible
even by the naked eye. ''Therel Just above
the line o high water. Can't none O. We see?''
"a man down on aIl-fours!" cried one of
the crew. Look, he's moved bit higher
Poor fellow! he must be rare piucked un
surely to ha' KEEP life in him so long"
Lower the boat" said the captain sharp
/ ly. Now, my lads, ready all. Jim" (to an
old pilot), give us coil o that like. We
mayn't be able to get over near him; an, 1
say, one O. you lubbers, chuck bottle O.
rum inter the stern-sheets-quickr
They are brave, kindly men, those Welsh
pilots; 1 have owed my life to them, and
know; but I am afraid they thought their
courage and kindness wasted when they
found the object of il was-enly n dog! They
hauled him into the boat none the less, al
most too much spent poor fellow, to second
fharp efforts. r.bi he
very feebly TO lick the hands that had saved
him, his beautiful eyes full of dogs graf
itude, 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 person
of refined delicacy, he took the paper ont
and opened and read that. This was what it
/ said: Boat just left with the crew and
| Philip Denbigh. No room for my; but no
/ wish for it. Remember that. l give mine on
! board, with willing heart, to him you gave
1t to ashore. God bless you, sweetheart.
| Forgive rude words as l forgive your
falsehood There's a Saviour more mercifuI
! than we are, an to him I pray TO care for
you, an make you happy, as l would ha'
tried TO, had He been wiled to let me-
They gave that paper, with the dog-a
| beautiful black retrieveI-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 to last one voyage
! more. Boat and crew were never heard of
again. They must have perished with their
! fine young owner in the vain attempt to
! reach land, that stormy night; and there was
no tongue left to tell of those bitter eight
| weeks when the ''sweet-spoken" gentleman
stroye, by every vulgar boast and innuendO,
to torture the man whom he considered his
successful rival-the man who was no gem
tleman, but who had the grand old knightly
feelings that would have made him bear any
thing rather than, by word retort, drag
the name of the woman he loved into an un-
seenly dispute-the man whose answering
discipline and tireless energy had alone pre-
served them even so lOng-the man who,
when the ship had struck, and the coward y
scoundrel who owned it was clinging in fran
tic, helpless terror TO his knees, when the
men were shouting for the captain TO join
them and cast of, lifted in the miserable
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
ship, and stayed alone-to die
And Faith? Faith is living still. I met
her yesterday coming up ths high street AT
Amlwch, with her married daughter, each
holding a hand of a wee, tOddliug, brown
eyed thing between them. A bright, bonny
old woman she is too, with as comely a 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 gran
ME, sweetums," and then turned just at the
churchyard-w where stands rough stone
cross, ''To the memory of the captain and
crew of the Pride of the West"
: Kyle's prayer has been granted-perhaps
better by his death than if he had lived to
carry it out. AS Faith says:
''He was rare good man, but hard, over
hard and stern for ord nary folk