The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1876-11-02

with blood. He dropped instantly as Mis-:
Nannle pointed him out with her whip
and the ring scattered silently. This cap
ture staggered to the wagon Of his own
accord. Then the hunt went on till mid.
night. At that hour all the bars were
closed, and yet there remained quite q
hundred unsearched Despair They
paused in the dark and deserted street
The coachman was hurley, and it began
to rain. Suddenly the fighting sailor
| (probably grateful at his salvation from
thrashing) suggested, Station-'ouse
num-"
They drove there in hurry Law had
seized upon fifty individuals Miss Nan
ME, with her head swimming with sick
ness. descended with the Captain to the
gaslit crypts and searched the motley and
nolsome crowd. The two sailors were
there. They We're in drunken sleep, and
they were lifted bodily and taken to the
wagon where they rolled and groaned
with the other two.
thus triumphant, the cortege returned
to the neighborhood of the beach and the
boats The Captains yawl lay beside u
pier, and into it two Of the sailors were
lifted. The Captain rowed them oil to the
yacht, whose light was to be seen in the
distance. In twenty minutes he came
back again. Then the remaining two
We're deposited in the boat Miss Mamie
then climbed down into the stern sheets
The coachman and the Captain wondered
She addressed the first: "Drive home and
say that shall sleep on the Daphne to-
night" Then She addressed the second:
81 am going TO make sure that no other
mlshaps occur. Give way, please, I've
got the tilIer-ropes"
All that night she sat, argus-oyed. up
on the damp deck, careless alike of the
fog and the land-swcll She fondly be-
llevcd that she was preventing mischief
She did not sigh or nod, but at every creak
of the cordage, or flicker of the lantern
over her head, she started up to look She
would not have known it if the yacht were
sinking, or drifting ashore, but it pleased
her to watch all the same She often half
wished that George would row up and
catch her sitting there, and she llouted the
ignoble desire only to make room Tor it to
return again, She was full of heroits
Her courage sweled with every one Of the
dismal hours. She was a changed woman,
50 she decided. iier little burst OF energy
had filled her with valor. What could she
not DO ? She ignored her speeches of the
morning. and thought Polly had been sill
ly soft with her.
But where was George
Supreme anxiety, and u sense of su-
prenc worth, exercised his spirit, and she
longed for day light in order tnat she might
'do"
At meridian, or thereabouts, on the next
day, the great race of 1873 was coming
home with Il northeast breeze. and all
Springtide was mad The hills were Gov
cred with throngs of gazers, and the wa
ters were packed with boats and barges,
which were packed in turn with ladies
and the critics who did not yacht. The
wide course was clear, and the Judges
sloop alone seemed to block the way
The six racers were bearing straight
down, two miles off. Artillery doomed,
bands played. and the throngs on the out
ermost highlands began to break up and
to stream toward the goal in order to see
the finish
Like great Damon, hard upon the mo
ment, a wherry dashed out from the shore
and made for the Judges boat in spite Of
the cries and commands of the water po-
lice
Townsend and his lrvered, sweet com
panions saw it,
"lIurrah. Here's Georgew
Twenty hands were stretched out TO
help him up. In light Of the whispers
which, Since daylight, had been rrcing
about the town concerning the Daphne,
and Miss Mamie, and himself, he was the
incarnate mystery. lie was in u blaze Of
excitement. lie took Townsend's arm
''lIow could | help coming back, Tom?
smelled the eastern wind from the ocean
twenty miles in the country, and turned
my horse around directly. Look at that,
sir !" Tile pointed to the race "Aho
says that is unworthy of manly admira-
ton ?' He put u number OF rapid ques-
tions Tom prolessed great ignorance.
All that he found out at the moment was
that all the yachts, the Daphne and The
Petrcl among them, had sailed as had been
intended
"Where is Mamie ? Quick Here ?"
'No. Probably in agony somewhere" p"
20 Iom, Tom, just look ut that sight
Deyour it with your eyes. You'll never
see its like again Six clouds racing
Why could not Mamie find pleasure in
such {, scene? Hasn't she Il soul ? BY
Jove, the Daphne leads AIT with your
main-sheet, master! Why-why-in the
name of mercy doesn't he haul att hls
maln-shect? He is doing it he is doing
it Now yourjibs your .jibs! Oh, why am
here? Fonder gets the cupn'
The boats came on The air was alive
with cries and screams, and the trumpets
and guns made more noise than ever.
The Daphne was first, the Petrol second,
and all the others everywhere behind The
great schooner, rising and p!uMgiug ii the
green sea. hugged close to the wind. and
covered her decks with spray From her
immense canvases, towering and swell
ing in the air, there came u deep roar. and
her dizzy mast-heads cut huge, wild cir
cles against the azure sky. Her black and
glittering bow turned an emerald turrow,
and behind her there boiled caldron Of
foam. She was a million times Il swan.
She fled like a frightened fish, and it
seemed rs if she were about to rise into
the air.
She approached the homc-buoy.
George felt himself cast into the dust
IL didn't think she'd do that for any
other man but me; but, like all her sex
ah. what pace that is look at those sails
swell hear the masts crack, and sec the
mist about her bows If Mamie were
here, Tom, believe-by gracious, there's
a woman aboard A woman, if you will
believe it, aboard racing yacht Fon-
ders sister, suppose. I''-at this instant
the Daphne shot past the Judges, at the
distance Of three hundred feet, and pro-
longed cheer rolled down from the hill
sides. and .tcu le Jo1e burst from the
guns upon the beach. Flags dipped, fleets
of yawls put out, and sounds of applause
arose from all quarters.
The Daphne rounded-to, and the peaks
Of her sails dropped with a rattle The
yachtsman, oppressed with Il load Of sor-
row, stared gloomily. 1t seemed as if the
lamp of his happiness had gone out. He
could not cheer, he could not be glad;
true, his yacht had won, but yet she had
won tor another man. His occupation
was gone. lie was no longer sailor
He was a book worm.
He cast an aliens glance once more
L.